The next day, a stall was set up at the entrance of the inn where the officials of King Qin were staying.
Ming Lanruo asked Chen Ning to hang up the banner of spreading porridge and grain in the name of a foreign caravan.
The weather is very cold, and the steaming porridge is rolling on the stove. The steam is steaming, making it look extremely tempting.
One after another, victims with shabby clothes and sallow complexions gathered over to receive the porridge with bowls in their hands.
Ming Lanruo observed carefully that the queue of victims who came to receive the porridge snaked to the farthest street corner. It was estimated that it would take two hours to finish distributing the porridge.
But in her previous life, when she went to the south of the Yangtze River with the prince to relieve floods, she distributed porridge from morning to night, but there was not enough for the victims. The number of victims in Heiliao City was not right.
Now that the snow has melted early, it is a time of drought. Where can the victims store food?
It's better to stutter than to starve to death, right?
And just as the official of the King of Qin said, these victims received the porridge in a terrifyingly orderly manner... No one pushed them, and no one dared to grab the porridge.
Even though it is difficult to walk, I just leave as soon as I receive it, and I never receive more.
Even those with children dragged their sallow-looking children away.
This is in sharp contrast to the court's disaster relief efforts in other places, where hungry victims often rioted over food grabbing.
Minglanruo's bright eyes are cold, and her heart becomes clearer.
In this case, most likely someone has used extremely bloody and cruel methods to warn the victims.
She whispered something to Chen Ning. Chen Ning nodded, and after a while, he brought out a big pot from the kitchen and placed it on the stove.
The victims waiting in line looked at the pot curiously, not knowing what it was. Maybe it was steamed buns?
Then Ming Lanruo waited for the fire to boil, the pot made a "crackling" sound, and a scent of oil spread out.
The commotion among the victims was aroused, and they all poked their heads in. They had not smelled the fragrance of oil for a long time.
After seeing that the heat was high enough, she opened the pot. Inside were all vegetable and meatballs the size of thumbs.
The vegetable and meatballs are deep-fried into golden brown, crispy and tender. When you pinch them, the meat and meat juices will burst out, and there is an extremely attractive spicy aroma.
In a year of great famine, it is a great thing to have porridge and water, let alone oil and water, and coarse chaff and cornstarch.
This kind of spicy coriander meatballs made all the victims stare blankly in an instant, causing a commotion.
"Is this...is this for us?" A slender woman standing closest, holding a child in her arms, asked cautiously.
Ming Lanruo smiled softly and wrapped two thumb-sized coriander meatballs in oil paper and handed them to her: "Yes."
The aunt took it in disbelief, immediately hid it in the chest of the ragged clothes, and trembled her lips: "Thank you... many thanks... little madam."
Chen Ning shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dear fellow villagers, our little lady is giving out vegetable meatballs, but the quantity is limited. Those with children at home can only receive two!"
As soon as these words came out, along with the spicy smell of meat that spread across the street in the cold wind, the whole team of victims was boiling.
If there were children, the victims immediately rushed out and lined up with their children. Those whose children were at home turned around and ran back to find their children.
The childless man was aggrieved, but he could only watch.
Ming Lanruo and others served delicious vegetable and meatballs.
Chen Ning kept preaching: "This is specially prepared for the poor children in Heiliaocheng. Starting tomorrow, let the children come and get the meatballs by themselves. Everyone can have it!"
The victims were no longer the stagnant water they had been before, and they all expressed their gratitude to Ming Lanruo. Many of them even became red-eyed.
"Thank you, little madam!"
"The little madam is interested!"
"Thank you very much!"
In years of great disasters, the fields were starved to death, and countless people froze to death. Food and supplies were limited, and children were the most difficult to feed and the first to be sacrificed.
They even exchange their children for food.
But whose child is not the pet peeve of one’s heart?!
The little lady in front of her was the first to think of her children, so how could she not make the victims feel hot-hearted and have tears in their eyes.
Ming Lanruo felt complicated and painful when she looked at the ragged victims in front of her, including the poor children who were wearing thin clothes even in the heavy snow.
Xiao Xi, who is as meaty as a dumpling, is just like these children, and she has also tried hard to survive in desperate situations.
In the distant ranks of the victims, there were several pairs of gloomy and cold eyes watching everything.
But seeing that it was just an out-of-town business woman here to show her mercy, she didn't do much.
In the past, there were many such hypocritical wealthy businessmen from other places who did charity, just to get a charity certificate, so that the government could reduce taxes when doing business.
They don't have to rush to deal with her.
They were staring at Ming Lanruo, and there were eyes staring at them.
A long, icy shadow stood on a restaurant not far away, holding a Western telescope in his hand to take in everything.
Cang Qiao, dressed in black, narrowed his eyes and looked at the graceful figure in the crowd.
"Did that girl do anything strange today?" This chapter has been completed!
