The boss in the congee factory looked at the man coming towards him, recognized that this was the third-rank official uniform, ran over quickly, bowed and said, "Sei Shilei, don't you know who is the lord?"

"I am Gao Zhengming. I am patrolling Liangjiang according to the emperor's will. I will return to Beijing and pass by here." Gao Zhengming bowed to the northern capital.

"The congee factory will take the general Shi Lei to see..."

"Stop your mouth!" Gao Zhengming shouted in anger.

Shi Lei was frightened by Gao Zhengming's sudden anger, blinked his eyes and looked innocently and said, "Master Gao, I don't know what the officials did to make the adults angry."

"I ask you if there is any food to distribute disaster relief?" Gao Zhengming squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes." Shi Lei said three words in a row, with joy in his voice.

"What about the food?" Gao Zhengming said, looking at him with anger in his eyes.

"Everything is in Curry!" Shi Lei looked at the direction of the warehouse and said respectfully, "The official specially sent eight brothers to guard day and night!"

Gao Zhengming pointed out the stone pottery bowl in the hands of the people, and glared with his eyes and said angrily, "I'm asking about the porridge factory."

"The relief grain sent to the porridge factory every day is in the pot!" Shi Lei looked at the porridge factory behind him and said.

"Hmph!" Gao Zhengming snorted angrily, swayed his sleeves and strode towards the porridge factory.

Shi Lei opened his eyes and looked at Gao Zhengming's back, waving his head, not understanding why he made Gao Da angry.

Gao Zhengming took the chopsticks of the people into his hands as he walked, walked to the side of the pot, looked at the servant holding a big spoon and stirred the porridge, "Stop!"

The servant immediately stopped, put the big horse spoon on the stove, and took two steps back.

Gao Zhengming raised his voice and said, "Shi Lei."

"The official is here." Shi Lei ran over and said happily.

"Stand to the side of the pot." Gao Zhengming said in a loud voice, watching Shi Lei stand beside him and said, "You open your eyes and look at it." He glanced at him and smashed a handful of chopsticks in his hand into the pot. In an instant, the chopsticks floated on the porridge.

Seeing this, Shi Lei looked at Gao Zhengming with unknown understanding and said, "Please give me some advice."

"I'll ask you, the yamen officer of the Ministry of Revenue told you that he had told you, the law of the porridge factory to provide relief." Gao Zhengming stared at him and asked.

"Tell me." Shi Lei nodded and said, "The porridge you provide must be thick and you can insert chopsticks."

"Then look at these chopsticks." Gao Zhengming said in anger at the chopsticks floating on the porridge, "Can you insert them?"

"No." Shi Lei replied honestly, avoiding his gaze.

Gao Zhengming picked up the large horse spoon placed on the edge of the pot, stirred the porridge, scooped a spoonful, and poured it into the pot.

Gao Zhengming stared at his eyes like a copper bell and said angrily, "Is this called porridge? Not to mention that he can't insert chopsticks, he can't even get a few rice grains." He threw away the big horse spoon in his hand and said, "This pot of clear soup and poor water." His eyes turned to the people outside the porridge factory and said, "You let the hungry people who can't stand firmly." His eyes fell on Shi Lei again and said, "Is this still a life-saving porridge? Is it still a great emperor's grace? Is it still a parent official who provides relief?"

Shi Lei's face was flushed and he said aggrievedly, "Grandman Gao, there are too many people and few rice. If the pots and pots were full of thick porridge, the porridge factory would have been unable to handle it for a long time." He said with tears in his eyes, "I, Shi Lei, are also sharing the worries for the court!"

Gao Zhengming got up again and said, "Stop your mouth." He pointed to the people outside and said, "You go out and see, those victims were starved to death. You actually have the face to say that you can share the worries for the court."

Shi Lei looked at him with red eyes and trembling lips and said, "Mr. Gao, I, Shi Lei, are really sharing the worries for the court! If the relief rice allocated by the court is thick porridge from the pot, the porridge factory will not be able to be opened within three days."

Gao Zhengming listened to his defense and said that the fire would not be heard. "Are you worthy of the court? Are you worthy of the emperor? Are you worthy of the victims who hold the bowl and want to live a life?" He shouted at him, "Say it! Say it!"

Shi Lei opened his mouth and knelt down and said, "Sir Gao, I'll go carry rice now." He pointed to the stove angrily and said, "I'll go and cook a pot of thick porridge that can hold chopsticks." After saying that, he stood up again.

"It's too late!" Gao Zhengming only said two words.

"It's late?" Shi Lei said to him with wide eyes, "What does it mean to be late?"

"This dynasty law, the porridge factory is used to serve, chopsticks float up, and the heads fall to the ground." Gao Zhengming said expressionlessly, and he didn't even look at it.

"What?" Shi Lei knelt down in dismay, looking at Gao Zhengming in disbelief, "Chopsticks float up and the head falls to the ground."

"Yes! Chopsticks float up and the heads fall to the ground. This is the Emperor's Gang Wang Xian!" Gao Zhengming locked his eyes and shouted, "Come on! Please come out the Shangfang sword."

Shi Lei looked at the Shangfang sword held by the accompanying soldiers in disbelief and said tremblingly, "Master Gao, you really want to kill me, are you?"

"I really kill you." Gao Zhengming said to him with a serious look on his face.

"Haha..." Shi Lei looked at him with a grief and anger and laughed suddenly, "Master Gao, are you kidding us!"

"How can you play with your child under Shangfang's sword?" Gao Zhengming said with a cold look at him.

"Master Gao, I, Shi Lei and my brothers, are both wronged." Shi Lei looked at him with tears in his eyes and said.

"No one will be left, kill..." Gao Zhengming finished speaking.

"Master Shi is wronged, Lord Shi is wronged." The old man shouted loudly.

Gao Zhengming looked surprised. Someone actually called for justice for Shi Lei. This was really rare. He looked at the victims and said, "Who are you calling for justice?"

"That..." the old man said with a little flinch.

Shen Zhouheng pushed him behind him and said, "Just repeat what happened last night."

"I don't dare!" The old man tilted his head slightly to look at Shen Zhouheng behind him.

"He is Master Qingtian, he will make decisions for you and will not make things difficult for you." Shen Zhouheng pressed his shoulder and said, "You don't want Lord Shi to be killed in vain!"

"Okay, I'm going." The old man mustered up his courage and raised his hand, "Sir, the Lord Shi I'm talking about is wronged."

The old man walked towards Gao Zhengming with a floating step, looked at him firmly, and knelt in front of him and said, "What I said about Lord Shi is wronged. If he hadn't insisted on making porridge, we would have been starved to death."

Gao Zhengming bent down slightly and looked at him, "He cooked porridge with clear soup and water, starved to death so many villagers, you actually shouted for justice for Shi Lei."
Chapter completed!