After Chen Yuanwai returned home, he found that someone was selling food. Moreover, due to the epidemic, many people had no food at home, and the food business was very booming.

The words of the county magistrate had no real effect on these businessmen. Some people were secretly selling food. The price of food suddenly soared to more than ten cents per dou of rice. Many farmers had no money to buy food. They were selling food along the streets. There are many people begging, and many disaster victims even have no money to live, so they collude to become refugees and rob food and money in nearby villages.

In the city, some people were queuing up to receive porridge. Zhao Heng stood in front of the stove and was serving porridge to these refugees.

Although he was too busy, seeing many refugees, including women with children and wearing tattered clothes, he felt an invisible impulse in his heart. No matter what, he must let these people eat hot food. Huge gruel.

A woman came over with a child in her arms, holding a broken bowl in her hand, and handed the broken bowl to Zhao Heng tremblingly.

Zhao Heng glanced at the woman and carefully served the hot gruel. Seeing the sallow-looking child, he couldn't bear to look at the child twice, and then placed two small steamed buns in the woman's hand. inside.

The woman was so excited that she didn't know what to say. She glanced at the woman gratefully, and the woman quickly left with the broken bowl.

However, the people who came here to receive the porridge were all poor people. Facing them, a little girl supported an old woman who was in trouble. When she saw Zhao Heng, she knelt on the ground and said compassionately: "Brother, can you give me some porridge?" Give me some food, my grandma is going to starve to death."

The old woman shook her head and said, "That's not the case. I, I'm not hungry. I'm sick. I'm terminally ill. If I die, I'll die. Please, please take good care of my grandson."

"You old thing, give me your granddaughter and you can sell it for some money." As he said that, a chubby man stepped forward and snatched the girl away, saying that he wanted to give it to Ren Yazi. "

The little girl cried anxiously, and stretched out a thin little hand to the old woman. Seeing that her granddaughter was about to be dragged away, the old woman shouted anxiously: "You beast, how could you do this? Your mother and I We were all old neighbors before, how can you steal my granddaughter now?"

She knew that she was going to die, could she still save her granddaughter? The reckless man rushed forward and kicked the old woman to the ground. The old woman howled and lost all strength, looking helplessly at the man in front of her.

She could only struggle forward and protect her granddaughter tightly: "Even if you want to beat me to death today, I, I can't let you take my granddaughter away!"

"You old immortal, do you want to go to the underworld?"

As he watched, the man kicked one of his feet towards the old woman. Zhao Heng dropped the spoon in his hand and stepped forward to pull the man's ankle up. With a bang, the strong man was in pain. Rolling on the ground.

"Oh, my feet."

His eyes stared at the man coldly: "This is the porridge shed in Jing'an County. How dare you do such a thing? According to the current law, you should be arrested and beaten fifty times!"

Zhao Heng has been helping in the tent these days. Many people know his identity. Every move he makes represents the county magistrate. Zhao Heng also knows what his words and deeds will bring to his father, so he does things in a special way. of caution. The man frowned: "I know, you are the son of the county magistrate, I can't do anything to you. In today's society, people like us are really forced to live in this way. It's all for a little food. I have no choice but to do this." Yes, actually, we are all from the same village, and I really shouldn’t do this to this little girl.”

Zhao Heng looked at the old woman next to him, hesitated for a moment and said: "Don't worry, if anyone dares to threaten you, I can make the decision for you. The county magistrate is an upright and honest person, so he will naturally make the decision for you. .”

As soon as the old woman heard Zhao Heng's words, she immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I didn't expect that the county magistrate's son would personally weigh the porridge here. We, the people of Jingan County, are all blessed." Man, even I, an old woman, was lucky enough to be rescued by Mr. Zhao. I am here to thank Mr. Zhao and also to County Magistrate Zhao for giving birth to such a filial son."

Zhao Heng did not expect that his move would earn him so much face for his father. He was so happy that he wanted to meet the county magistrate and be praised severely by the county magistrate's father.

"You are a very old man, and you actually sold his granddaughter to make a living. How could there be such a dirty person like you in our Jing'an County? Don't think that you can just say a few nice words here and it will be over. You must Follow me to see the magistrate."

On the other side, the county magistrate thought his son was doing something, so he called Zhao Heng aside and scolded him sternly: "Zhao Heng, I am your father, and everything you do represents the county government. I, the county magistrate, why are you bullying others here?"

Zhao Heng originally thought that his father would praise him well, but he did not expect that the county magistrate would teach him a lesson with a stern face.

But the woman just now pulled her little granddaughter over. When she saw the county magistrate, she said, "Sir, you have wronged Mr. Zhao. If it hadn't been for Mr. Zhao just now, my granddaughter would have been killed by this evil man." Arrest him and sell his teeth."

The county magistrate looked surprised: "Oh, so I wronged him?"

The old woman kept nodding her head: "Yes, that's right. Mr. Zhao is a good man. Not only did he rescue people in the tent, but he also served porridge to the victims here. Sir, can't you blame him?"

Several victims in the team also stood up, and they all knelt on the ground and said, "Sir, the young master is a good man. He saved so many of us. We don't want to see the young master be punished!"

"Sir, the young master is a filial child. You should be rewarded for your good fortune!"

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Everyone gathered around and knelt down before the magistrate, pleading for Zhao Heng. This scene made the magistrate somewhat unbelievable.

No matter what, the county magistrate stepped forward, helped the victims up, and said politely: "No matter what, there are so many victims, and I can actively participate in the rescue operations. As the son of the county magistrate, this is That’s right, everyone, get up quickly, I won’t punish him!”

The victims got up from the ground and looked at the magistrate with gratitude.

Zhao Heng looked unhappy: "Hmph, if I were the county magistrate, I would first imprison that evil man instead of disciplining my son, the county magistrate!" (End of Chapter)

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