Dressed as a villain: I rely on an iron pot to revive the world of immortals!

Chapter 121

When I came to Qingshan County again, I didn’t enter the city gate. The government set up the porridge place outside the city gate, which meant that refugees were not welcome to enter the city.

After all, it is difficult to maintain law and order when refugees are brought in, and no one knows what these desperate people will do.

Chen Muxue first found a corner in the city to cook porridge over a fire.

The porridge this time is simple white porridge, which is not good if it is too conspicuous, so there is no requirement for the production environment.

Chen Muxue also deliberately avoided cooking in an iron pot, but used a large urn, but she hated the trouble of carrying water, so she used her little finger to add water as always.

"Master, is it too thick?" Chang Gui asked after seeing the finished product.

In ancient times, there were natural disasters in some places every few years. Changgui’s original family was also quite poor, and he would find a way to take advantage of the free porridge. The relief porridge he drank was basically rice soup, and he could not eat a few grains of rice.

And the urn cooked by Chen Muxue could stand upright when inserted with chopsticks.

"At least it can make people full." After Chen Muxue finished speaking, she added, "First come, first served. If there are too many, there won't be any."

"Other porridge givers will have objections."

Chen Muxue didn't care too much, but during the Qianlong period, there was a law stipulating that when the government handed out porridge, those who couldn't stand the chopsticks would be chopped off.

But even with this law in place, officials can still steal and play tricks, saying that the government is only responsible for cooking porridge. After showing the chopsticks to stand upright, the porridge giver is immediately asked to mix water, and what is distributed to the refugees is still a few grains of rice. porridge.

Such porridge can't change anything.

Chen Muxue took a lid to cover the mouth of the urn, and then moved the urn into the shed outside.

She deliberately cooked porridge in the city, instead of cooking it in the shed like others, and she also had her thoughts.

She has to wait for people to line up before opening the lid. Others will give the porridge first, and those who still have physical strength will definitely go to the queue first, while refugees who are too weak to fight can only wait silently. Be in your own team.

It can also ensure that the people who eat this bowl of thick white porridge will be the ones who really need it.

She will definitely not allow others to jump in line, and the people who come to line up after seeing it later, whether they can eat or not depends on fate, first come first served, if there are too many.

A row of sheds, each with the logos of various sects or families, and the corresponding names written on them.

Other sheds were cooking porridge in full swing, and some had already started serving porridge. The fragrance of rice wafted far away, and the ragged refugees lined up with longing eyes open.

But if you look carefully, you will find that some people don't seem to be real refugees. Although their faces are dirty and they wear tattered clothes, their eyes are completely different.

Even a bowl of rice soup is free, right?

However, those with a little extra money in the family would not be ashamed to do such a thing. Those who came to pretend to be refugees, except for those who really couldn't get rid of the blame at home, were those shameless people who were known from all over the world.

Only Chen Muxue’s shed was deserted, and there were only a few people who looked like they could barely walk in a half-dead line. Occasionally, a slightly healthy person would come forward, wondering why the line was so short and no one came, and someone would tell him This is the shed of Gandingmen.

One is that the Gandingmen is on the cusp of the limelight, and the other is that people can’t see the actual porridge. When they see that the porridge is being served in full swing, the side of the Gandingmen is deserted. There is no shadow of the porridge, which is slightly healthy. The refugees also ran away and went to line up in other teams.

(End of this chapter)