"Since you choose to do good deeds, why don't you do them to the end? Bran is for animals, not people. If you open a porridge shed and use bran, you are obviously treating people as animals, so why do you need to be reviled by others?"

It costs me money to give porridge to these refugees, but if I manage it well, I don’t need to spend too much money.

In fact, Sun Hopu also thought that if he spent this money, Sun Hopu's reputation would suddenly spread in Bianjing City, but he didn't know to what extent he would spend it.

A businessman pursues profits and sacrifices small profits to get a big name. Every gain must come with a loss. He can still calculate the stakes clearly!

"I just want to save more people. Of course I know that bran is for livestock. Have you ever seen people who are so hungry that they eat Guanyin Tuyizi and eat the bark of thousands of miles of woods? Although I have not seen it with my own eyes.

, but I can imagine that if people can eat dirt, would they still mind eating bran?"

Guanyin soil is kaolin clay used for making porcelain, also called white clay. In 1942, people in the wasteland could travel sixty miles back and forth to carry Guanyin soil. Poor people used the steaming method at home, and Guanyin soil was kneaded with wild vegetables.

Steaming a dumpling and swallowing it like a nest can relieve hunger in the stomach.

It’s not that you will fall to death or bloat to death if you eat it. It’s okay to eat a small amount. Many people survived by eating Guanyin soil.

In later generations, there was an antidiarrheal medicine called montmorillonite powder, which used the astringent effect of Guanyin soil in the intestines. You must know that kaolin clay is used for making porcelain. This soil can control satiety better than Wowo. Eating even a little bit will make people feel bloated.

The intestines and stomach are so full that the soil stagnates and cannot be pulled out at all. The final result is that the stomach is bulging like a small watermelon and is very hard when knocked. At this time, it is time to die.

Naturally, Liang Chuan had never seen the scene of Yingye dying of hunger. He had only seen such scenes in books and movies. As for how tragic the real scene was, I am afraid that the words would be a little pale.

"But rice is not expensive, so why bother?"

It’s not expensive, but you can’t spend the money carelessly!

Liang Chuan's eyes were full of doubts, and he snorted: "Do you know how many refugees there are? You can save three hundred people, but what about three thousand, thirty thousand, and three hundred thousand people? The porridge shed is not built in a day or two, at least.

You have to keep doing this for a month or two. Once the refugees know there is food here, they will come from thousands of miles away. How long can you last with how much money you have on hand?"

As long as this shed is open, there will be a bottomless pit. It can save a group of people for a day, but how long can it last? How many people can be saved?

Sun Houpu hesitated to speak. What Liang Chuan said every time was so direct and could not be refuted.

"Once you open a porridge shack, not only the refugees but even the ordinary people nearby will want to come and share a bowl of free food. They are not at the end of their rope, but who wouldn't want to come if there is a free lunch, even if you can afford it?

You can afford 300,000 refugees, but can you afford another 300,000 ordinary residents? That’s hundreds of thousands of mouths to eat. Have you ever calculated how much rice you can eat in a day if you’re extremely hungry?”

Sun Houpu was stunned. Subconsciously, he only considered the refugees who had no food to eat, and did not take ordinary people into consideration. In fact, the mentality of being greedy for petty gains will lead to exactly the kind of scene Liang Chuan said. Coming here to eat porridge does not mean that you will not have food.

To eat is just to eat for free.

Ordinary people, if you don’t take advantage of something, you are a fool!

If only the refugees are fed and the common people are not fed, then wouldn’t there be fights every day? How to calculate this clearly? Is it possible that you have to listen to your stomach to see if it is growling before eating?

Sun Houpu didn't expect that there were so many things going on in the porridge shed!

"This... I have never thought about what you are talking about. Hey, I just didn't expect that doing something good can be so complicated! People's hearts, civilians and refugees? Who can tell the difference!"

A cunning glint flashed in Liang Chuan's eyes.

"The key is in the bran!"

Liang Chuan said it quietly, as if it was an extremely important business secret.

Sun Houpu was startled and did not react for a moment. What does it have to do with bran?

"No normal person would want to eat this stuff, and it doesn't taste good. Ordinary people will not want to eat this stuff unless they are about to starve to death. Pigs will even be picky eaters! Refugees are different.

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They just want to survive. Even if they have chewed the bark of the trees, do they still care about the bran that the livestock eats? Besides, the price of bran is four to five catties for one catty of corn. Use the money to buy rice to buy bran.

How many more people can I save?"

Sun Houpu clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "You have been taught, you have been taught, that's the truth! No matter how much people are greedy for petty gains, they will not want to eat that bran, so the refugees are willing to eat it!"

As long as they are not at the end of their rope, no one is willing to eat that morsel of pig food. The refugees are willing. Their wish is too simple, just to survive!

"Your guys from the Sun family must be good at purchasing these rice bran bran. Let them get involved and help. I would like to thank you on behalf of these countless displaced people!"

The number of refugees was so great that it frightened the rich and made the court jealous.

It is a long-standing tradition to rob rich households. The refugees went crazy from hunger and went to borrow food from rich people under the pretext of borrowing food. Once they broke down the door, they would even kill them. If they borrowed money, they would not pay it back!

What the rich and wealthy are afraid of is that these refugees lose control. If their wealth is exposed and they are targeted, it will not be a dead end!

Liang Chuan is not afraid, because he has soldiers and intelligence team members. The number is a little small, and he is not merciless in killing people. At least he is not afraid of these refugees!

From entering the customs in northern Shaanxi to Bianjing in Henan, no good people have come forward yet. The refugees are wandering in the wilderness without any friends. The Sun family's clerks are extremely efficient, and generally they are well trained by Sun Houpu.

They went separately to the grain store in the city to inquire about the inventory and current grain prices, and asked about various related conditions such as whether delivery was included. After shopping around, they finally settled on a more affordable rice store in the city.

In winter, because the grass is covered with snow, there is no food source in the wild. The ranchers who raise cattle, sheep and horses in Bianjing City will also purchase a large amount of bran, but they are regular customers, and the price of bran is relatively stable and rises.

It's only about a penny.

The faces and accents of these people did not look like local people, and they had never been seen before. The most striking thing was that they bought all the bran from the warehouse in one go. The owner of the grain store did not expect that anyone would

Using this feed to save people is just to feed the cattle and sheep when the winter is short. I am secretly surprised, how many cattle and sheep will be raised?

The Sun family's clerk hired a lot of carriages and horses, and bought nearly 100,000 kilograms of glutinous rice in one go, at a cost of just over a thousand kilograms, and dragged them to Zhongmou with large carts, carriages, and small carts.

The refugees looked at the cart indifferently. They did not dare to take any chances with these well-dressed servants, because most of these people were big landowners from some family. The robbery of their property angered them, whether it was the government sending troops to surround them or them.

If you do it yourself, dealing with people like you is like killing a chicken...

In order to build momentum, the Sun family's clerks shouted, "Donate porridge, give porridge, give porridge, give porridge" as soon as they left the city. A gleam of fire ignited in the desperate eyes of the refugees. Is there any porridge to eat?

That day, a porridge shed was set up outside Liangjiazhuang using fir wood shed grass. It was called a porridge shed, but an iron pot was set up under the shed. What was cooked in the iron pot was not rice or corn, but bran. It is the bran that livestock eats.

This cold winter day also exudes an alluring fragrance, and when the wind blows, people from miles away can seduce the gluttons in the bellies of hungry refugees.

When I'm very hungry, I eat grass roots and mud, which are all delicious. I also swallow the bark of the tree. How can I not smell the sweet smell of bran?

Bran is the outer shell of grains. After grinding, it is an excellent feed for livestock. It tastes sweet and has a faint fragrance even when eaten by humans. It is not that difficult to eat. Wheat bran is also a traditional Chinese medicine, which can quench thirst due to sweating.

Heat sores and athlete's foot.

When the refugees heard that someone was giving porridge, they went crazy and chased them in the direction of the smell of wheat. They followed them to Liangjiazhuang, where they saw that the porridge was not rice or corn, but actually bran. The bran was ground into powder.

Boiled in an iron pot, it exudes a tantalizing smell.

The refugees spread the word, and one after another they all crowded to the gate of Zhuangzi. Looking at the bran boiling in the pot, it seemed like there were roots growing under their feet, and they stared straight into the pot with a longing expression.

If there were not brothers from the intelligence team guarding the bran next to it, they would have swarmed up to grab the food.

Liang Chuan looked at the crowd. These people may have been like him a few days ago, with their own warm homes and family around them, but everything was wiped out by the war.

"The food cooked here is not good, but it will make everyone hungry. If you don't mind, you can bring it in a bowl without charge! As long as you line up, I guarantee that everyone will have a bite of hot food!"

It doesn’t cost any money! The refugees were excited. In this weather, many of them relied on that mouthful of cold snow to satisfy their hunger. In their eyes, it was not food for animals, but the most delicious thing in the world!

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness!" Many of the refugees were really desperate. Seeing that the village where Liang Chuan lived was so old-fashioned and warm-hearted, they didn't know who was showing such mercy, so they knelt down in the snow and bowed their heads.

One by one, the refugees knelt down and prayed for the kindhearted people. A mouthful of food is a way to survive. Having a chance to survive is a gift of renewal!

Liang Chuan and Sun Houpu looked at each other and pulled them up from the ground: "Auntie, don't be like this, kid, we can't bear it!"

"Master, get up quickly. This is not delicious food. It's just a mouthful of hot food. We are just trying our best. Guys, please get a bowl for me."

The waiter from the Sun family scooped out a bowl of hot bran millet for the old refugee man. The old man was ashen-faced but burst into tears of gratitude. He was about to kneel down again while holding the bowl of hot millet.

"Thank you... thank you two Bodhisattvas for your... kindness!"

Liang Chuan quickly helped the person up again.

It was really free of charge. The refugees took out their broken bowls and jars, and lined up one by one to the shed to fill up the bran, bran, and millet rice. They didn't even think about calming down until the millet was poured into the bowl, and they didn't care about it once it was done.

The millet was boiling hot, I grabbed it in my hand and put it into my mouth desperately.

“Delicious..delicious..”

The scene was touching...

Ten large iron pots were set up in the porridge shed, and a hundred kilograms of bran was poured into one pot. However, the bottom fell out in a short while. The stomachs of the refugees were like bottomless pits, and the bran and millet rice they ate seemed to be gone in an instant.

After digesting it, I wanted to ask for more, so I had to pretend again. The second time, the brothers from the intelligence team started to chase people away because other people also wanted to eat.

The two of them stood side by side, and the north wind blew snowflakes on their faces like a knife cutting flesh, making them feel a faint pain.

The line of refugees stretches as far as the eye can see, and refugees continue to arrive at the end of the road. Who knows how many people have been displaced by this war.

The Yellow River Valley in the northwest used to be called the Fortress to the south of the Yangtze River. The annual flooding of the Yellow River brought extremely fertile land and fed countless residents in the fortress. However, the party members adopted the three-guang policy. The places they raided were even killed.

There is no food or money left anywhere.

Sun Houpu said worriedly: "I bought 10,000 bushels of bran today. I'm afraid it won't last until tomorrow. In the evening, I will ask the man to go to the city to buy bran. Third brother, you have the foresight. The consumption in this day is not only bran."

Bran, there are countless firewood, one pound of firewood is needed to cook one pound of bran, and in this freezing weather, the price of firewood is higher than the price of gold, so the cost of burning all this firewood is not a small sum!"

"Don't worry about the money. It's all on me. I've sent people back to Qingyuan to collect the money and supplies. Don't worry, it won't be a problem once the money arrives."

Sun Houpu is no longer the young man who smuggled tea in his family. Now he is an investor who started from scratch with Liang Chuan. But Liang Chuan is different. He has a Qingyuan Port at hand, which is equivalent to a money printing machine, and the number of times he can generate money is extraordinary.

It's fast, it's extremely fast, but Bianjing is too far away from Qingyuan, and the money comes too slowly.

This porridge-giving method was his own idea, so of course he couldn't let Sun Houpu take advantage of him.

Sun Houpu was also a benevolent and righteous person.

"Whatever you said, I just want to do my best."

Liang Chuan said: "The days are still going on. Two thousand guan are spent every day. I don't know how long it will take for these refugees to disperse and settle down. It's tens of thousands of guan a month. I'm afraid it won't be more. Can you bear it?"
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