The next day, a stall was set up at the entrance of the inn where the Qin King was a subordinate.
Ming Lanruo asked Chen Ning to hang out a flag for cloth porridge and food in the name of a caravan in other places.
The weather is very cold, and the steaming porridge is rolling on the stove and the steam is steaming, which makes it extremely attractive.
One after another, some victims wearing shabby and pale faces gathered with bowls to get the porridge.
If Minglan observes carefully, the victims who came to receive the porridge lined up to the farthest intersection, and it would probably take two hours to finish donating the porridge.
But in her previous life, when she followed the prince to Jiangnan to provide floods, she didn't have enough money to distribute the victims from morning to night. There was something wrong with the number of victims in Heiliao City.
Now the snow has melted prematurely, and it is the time when the green and yellow are not in progress. Where can the victims have food to store?
If you have stuttering, it’s better to starve to death, right?
And as the Qin King officials said, these victims were so orderly that they received porridge... No one pushed them, and no one dared to grab porridge.
It is obvious that it is difficult to walk, but I just leave after I get it, so I will never get it.
Even those with children dragged their pale face and thin skin to leave.
This is in sharp contrast to the repeated riots of hunger victims robbing food in other places.
Ming Lanruo's eyes are clearer and clearer in her heart.
In this case, most people have used extremely bloody and cruel means to warn the victims.
She whispered something to Chen Ning. Chen Ning nodded. After a while, she brought out a large pot from the kitchen and placed it on the stovetop.
The victims lined up on the side were curious looking at the pot, but they didn't know what it was, maybe it was a steamed bun?
Then Minglanruo waited for the fire to boil, and a "crackling" sound came from the pot, and a smell of oil dispersed.
The commotion that lured the victims into trouble and looked up one after another. They hadn't smelled the scent of oil for a long time.
Seeing that the heat was enough, she opened the pot, which was full of thumb-sized meatballs.
The meatballs in the vegetable are fried golden, crispy and tender. When you pick them up, the meat sauce will be poured out, and there is also an extremely attractive and spicy aroma.
In the year of famine, let alone oil and water, it is a great thing to have porridge, water, and thick bran and steamed buns.
This kind of spicy coriander meatball instantly made all the victims' eyes suddenly become angry.
"This... is this for us?" asked an old lady who stood closest and holding the child with a pale face and thin skin.
Ming Lanruo smiled softly and wrapped two thumb-sprayed coriander meatballs with oil paper, handed them to her: "Yes."
The aunt took it in disbelief and immediately hid it in her chest in the torn clothes, trembling her lips: "Thank you... Thank you... Little Madam."
Chen Ning shouted at the same time: "Dear fellow villagers, our young lady has sent vegetables and meatballs, but the quantity is limited. Only those with children at home can receive two!"
As soon as these words came out, the spicy meat fragrance that drifted away with the cold wind made the entire victims boil.
The victims of the disaster immediately rushed out with their children, and the children were at home, so they turned around and ran back to find their children.
The childless person was indignant, but he could only watch.
Ming Lanruo and the others were showing off fragrant vegetable meatballs.
Chen Ning kept proclaiming: "This is specially prepared for the poor children in Hei Liao City. Starting tomorrow, let the children get the meatballs themselves, everyone has them!"
The victims no longer had the stagnant pool of water before, and they all thanked Ming Lanruo for their gratitude, and many of them even turned red.
"Thank you little lady!"
"The little lady is intent!"
"Thank you!"
In the year of a disaster, there are countless people who are starving and frozen to death. There are limited food and supplies, so children are the most difficult to support and are the first to be sacrificed.
Even change the baby and eat.
But whose child is not his own heart?!
The young lady in front of her was the first to think of her children. How could the victims not be able to feel hot and tears in their eyes?
Ming Lanruo looked at the ragged victims in front of him and the poor children who were wearing thin clothes on heavy snow, and felt complicated and painful.
Xiao Xi, who is like a meat dumpling, is also like these children, and has worked hard to survive in desperate situations.
In the distant ranks of disaster victims, there were several pairs of gloomy and cold eyes watching all this.
But seeing that it was just a woman from another businessman who showed her noble mercy here, she didn't do much.
In the past, there were many such hypocritical foreign businessmen and wealthy households who came to do charity, just to receive a book of charity, 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 their eyes were staring at them.
A slender and cold shadow stood in the restaurant not far away, holding a Western telescope in his hand to see everything.
Cang Qiao was dressed in black, squinted her phoenix eyes and looked at the slim figure in the crowd.