"What's up?"

Yang He suddenly stood up and said, "Secretary, Ying'er, Qian'er, come with me."

Hold the saber on your waist and walk out.

Minister Yang and his younger brothers and sisters followed him as soon as possible, and Yan Dezheng and Qi Youxin hurriedly followed him out.

After walking out of the yard and getting off the platform, there was another strange smell, mud and garbage all over the ground, and pools of sewage and weeds.

Walking after the sound, walking through the rubble, Yanghe saw a Dragon King Temple ahead, and there was a abandoned house near the temple and surrounding areas. The building was slightly better and could shelter from the wind and rain. Then a bunch of refugees gathered here.

They were still so hungry and weak, weak, and full of despair about life. However, at this time, some people gathered and surrounded them, as if something had happened there, and the rest of them sat or lie down, just watching numbly.

Then I heard the loud crying of the group of people in the middle, including the children, and the Zhao Zhongju, the Zhao brother of the husband of the Yan Dezheng, and Sun Zhaodi, the brother of the husband of the husband of the Yan Dezheng, was persuading him.

Especially Zhao Zhongju, Qi Youxin, the husband's family, can be seen that she was a rich and gentle woman before. At this time, she was saying: "I have been going all the way, why do you bear it? Children are all the flesh that falls from our bodies."

A woman with a dirty face in front of her was just crying, and a little boy was pulling her sleeve, crying endlessly.

Next to him, a man and a woman hugged a little girl and cried bitterly, crying so hard that she burst into tears. The little girl just remained silent.

There seemed to be a man on the ground squatting there with his head in his arms.

Qi Youxin ran over and asked his family a few questions. Then his face changed and he ran to Yang He and whispered to him.

When Yang He heard the words "Every Zi and Eat", he immediately felt a rage surge in his heart.

He strides past, and the refugees were surprised and unable to help but make way out.

Yang He walked to the squatting man and looked at him coldly: "You are going to exchange your son with someone else for food?"

The man stood up, a dusty face with a little stubbornness. He saw Yang He looking at him coldly, and was a little afraid, then he stubbornly said, "So what?"

"Damn it!"

Yang He was furious and slapped him in the face. With a loud "pop", the man was beaten and flew away to the side. With a "boom", he fell heavily to the ground. Then a sticky mixture of salivation and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, nose and mouth, and his mouth was immediately covered in blood.

"And you guys."

Yang He said coldly, and another few heavy slaps knocked the woman and the couple to the ground, making them all covered in blood.

The little boy rushed over, hugged Yang He's ankle, and cried loudly and begged: "Please, don't hit my father and mother."

His voice was so desolate that Yang He felt something sour and astringent towards his eyebrows, and a burst of tears came out, and the refugees beside him also burst into tears.

The man got up silently. He stared at Yang He and bit his cheek hard and said, "The tiger poison is still not alive, but do you know the smell of hunger? Scholar."

Yang He calmed down and said coldly: "I know, but we are humans, not beasts!"

He suddenly made a decision and turned to his Shutong and said, "Secretary, go and bring the rice bag."

Minister Yang said in surprise: "Young Master?"

Yang Hedao: "Go."

Minister Yang was a little reluctant, but he went any further.

There was a tremor around, and Sun Zhaodi, a man from Yan Dezheng, shouted first: "You are giving me porridge."

Yang He asked, "Where is the pot yesterday?"

Sun Zhaodi quickly replied: "In the temple."

Yang Hedao: "Wash well."

Sun Zhaodi said repeatedly: "Don't worry, my husband, the little woman will take someone to wash her."

Yang He looked at her a few times. Yan Dezheng, the husband's family, was thin, but it could be seen that he was quite bold and had certain abilities.

He had talked with Yan Dezheng before and knew that he was teaching elementary school in the village and could not get a few training sessions in a month. He relied on his hard work in textiles to subsidize his family's household income. He felt guilty but was afraid of his own problems.

...

A big pot was just like that, and the firewood below was burning vigorously, and the top was boiling, with a scent of heat and fragrance.

Around the big pot, the refugees surrounded them, regardless of gender, age, and were swallowing hard.

At the same time, there was anger and hope on their faces. It seemed that the young scholar had the intention to shelter them, and Yang He's ability was seen with his own eyes, and he was a student, which made them feel hope in their hearts.

Although Yan Dezheng and Qi Youxin have some prestige among refugees, their abilities are obviously not comparable to Yang He.

Minister Yang stirred the rice porridge vigorously with a large spoon. I don’t know which refugee Sun Zhaodi found the spoon.

Seeing that he kept pouting, Yang He smiled and said, "Why, are you angry?"

Minister Yang said: "Minister dare not."

He looked at Yang He with concern in his eyes: "It's just that young master, I'm afraid I can't support them, so I've already gone several liters of rice just now."

Yang He smiled slightly, his eyes were deep, and he said calmly: "Minister, the world is chaotic, and we cannot survive with the power of our two. Only by gathering people and gathering everyone's strength can we barely survive in this chaotic world. But now is an opportunity."

Although Minister Yang did not realize that these refugees could play any role, he had been used to listening to Yang He's arrangements, but he was just reluctant to give up the rice and grain he had finally obtained.

He said immediately: "Listen to the young master."

Yang He smiled and patted his shoulder, Minister Yang opened his mouth and smiled.

When the fragrance of rice porridge spread, Yang He personally picked up the spoon, and the refugees below were in a stir. The surging hunger made them difficult for them to control themselves. However, when Yang He looked at him, no one dared to move.

Sun Zhaodi took the lead and shouted, "Okay, come one by one. Today, my husband personally distributes porridge. You drink porridge, but remember who gave you the kindness of life and remember your duty as a human being."

One by one, the ragged refugees came up and took turns to pick up the porridge. With Yang He's prestige among them and Minister Yang pressed his waist knife, no one dared to move around, and even the men among them were well-behaved.

Yan Dezheng and Qi Youxin were previously compared by Sun Zhaodi, a woman, and felt a little ashamed and helped to maintain order.

Yang He scooped the porridge, and all the refugees came up and kowtowed first, and whimpered: "Thank you, my grandfather."

Then I couldn't wait to raise my bowl and simmer after I got the porridge. Many people cried while drinking. I thought they could only live on wild vegetables until they died, but I didn't expect that I could drink rice porridge again in this life.

Yang He saw the two couples coming up, especially the man with his head hanging down and holding a broken bowl in his hand. He came to Yang He and suddenly knelt down to the ground with a loud bang, then kowtowed hard, knocking blood on his forehead.

Yang He silently poured their bowls full of porridge.

There was a man and a woman next to the two couples. Yang He looked at them. If it weren't for his appearance, they would have almost become food from others. At this moment, how many such human tragedies were there in the Ming Dynasty?

The little boy was quite sensible. After receiving the porridge, he swallowed his saliva in big mouthfuls, but he still thanked Yang He sensibly, and then said naively: "Thank you, Guo'er, is your husband coming down to earth in the sky?"

Yang He smiled and reached out to touch his head.

...

Yang He and Minister Yang, younger brothers and sisters, now Yan Dezheng and Qi Youxin eat together.

Although the two of them had eaten a bowl of porridge on Yanghe before, they still ate it again at this time. Yan Dezheng's tears flowed down uncontrollably. He used his sleeves to wipe his tears hard, but he drank the porridge no slower than the refugees below and more gentle.

After drinking the porridge, Qi Youxin sighed and said, "I didn't expect that a bowl of porridge would be so delicious."

He was filled with emotion and couldn't help but talk about the past: "I remember when I was young, it was still in the dynasty of Master Wanli, and that was a heavenly day."

A dreamy color appeared in his eyes, recalling the past: "Where is a waste of food, rice, oil, salt, fish, broiler, chicken and duck? Even a family of several people, the daily fish and meat costs only two or three cents... Haha, now two or three cents, how many grains of rice can you buy?"

Yan Dezheng also sighed: "Yes, when I was a child... I remember that at that time, I was a small family, earning twenty or thirty cents a day, and eating meat and drinking, listening to stories, singing Wu songs, and having fun..."

When the two talked about the past, they laughed and cried. Yang He listened quietly. After coming to this world, he deeply felt that for ordinary people, what is it better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled person?

After drinking the porridge, it was obvious that these dozens of refugees had a much better complexion and were energetic, and no longer looked as numb as before.
Chapter completed!