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Against the wall of the kitchen, there are at least dozens of buckets of cooked gruel, which are placed outside.
The sleeping workers were called up to help carry the steamed buns and porridge to the west courtyard.
In the large courtyard behind the west courtyard gate, the steamed buns packed in baskets were placed behind the gate, and the porridge was already lined up in the courtyard.
To Zhao Yuan's surprise, some servants in the west courtyard were called up and stood behind the ajar door one by one, as if facing a formidable enemy.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air.
Zhao Yuan heard noisy sounds on the street outside. It seemed that many people were talking in low voices. Occasionally, there would be scolding sounds.
Could it be that those beggars and homeless people are lining up outside?
Mrs. Chen was sitting in the concierge warming herself by the fire. From time to time, someone would come into the concierge and whisper something to her. Mrs. Chen had a look of anxiety on her face.
After a while, Zhu Dapao walked up to Zhao Yuan.
"Xiao Zhao, go and greet the idle workers in the east courtyard. Go out from the east courtyard and rush to the gate of the west courtyard to maintain order. We will open the door to give out porridge soon."
"Call everyone?" Zhao Yuan was stunned. You must know that although many people in the east courtyard went home to celebrate the New Year, there were still more than 30 people.
"Call everyone. Xiao Zhao, you are young, have a flexible mind, and bright eyes!" Zhu Dapao said with a serious expression and serious words.
"Um."
Zhao Yuan was also infected by the tense atmosphere and rushed to the east courtyard to greet the workers. After the workers were summoned, Zhao Yuan gave a few instructions and opened the door of the east courtyard.
The moment the door was opened, everyone gasped.
Outside the east courtyard gate, there was a hustle and bustle, like a sea of people. When Zhao Yuan looked around, he realized that there were too many people. From the west courtyard gate to the east courtyard gate, the entire street was almost flooded. There were at least thousands of people.
people.
Zhao Yuan discovered that these people were not the nearby farmers or the neighbors next door, but ragged beggars and homeless people, and most of them were strong young people.
"Mr. Qi, close the door and go find some wood for a pole to make it stronger." Zhao Yuan turned around and said to the concierge.
"Yes, I will close it properly." Mr. Seven patted his dry chest and nodded.
After Zhao Yuan and a group of workers walked out of the east courtyard gate, Mr. Qi, the concierge of the east courtyard, immediately closed the door tightly, and then there was a series of locking and knocking sounds.
Zhao Yuan pushed the door twice, and after making sure it was secure, he took more than thirty workers and squeezed towards the west courtyard gate.
When Zhao Yuan and a group of workers tried their best to squeeze to the entrance of the west courtyard, their clothes were soaked through.
In fact, if Zhao Yuan and the others had not been wearing the uniform uniforms of the Wan family, it would have been impossible for them to squeeze into the west courtyard, because everyone was unwilling to give up the position they thought was advantageous.
The entrance to the west courtyard was filled with darkness, completely occupying the door and steps.
No wonder Zhu Dapao asked him to come here first to maintain order, because in this way, the west courtyard could not open the door at all, and there was no place to put the stove, steamer and porridge-making utensils.
"Everyone, line up, line up!"
Zhao Yuan and a group of workers walked to the front door steps and drove people down the steps. After struggling for more than ten minutes, they finally cleared an open space at the door.
Next, Zhao Yuan asked people to queue up and try to clear a space outside to avoid those who had received the steamed buns and porridge from mixing with those who had not.
This work was extremely tiring, because those people didn't listen to Zhao Yuan at all, and after a lot of talking, they managed to form a dozen queues at the gate of the west courtyard. Of course, this queue was only in the front, and it turned into a queue in the back.
Large areas of black mass are stuck together.
Zhao Yuan asked more than thirty workers to line up in a human wall before knocking on the door and shouting.
The door to the west courtyard finally opened, and there was a surge of people and a burst of cheers.
From the west courtyard, dozens of servants poured out to maintain order with the workers in the east courtyard.
Steamed buns and porridge were lined up at the gate of the west courtyard and began to be distributed.
At this time, there were already hundreds of people involved in maintaining order, and people from Wanjia kept shouting that there were enough steamed buns and gruel, so that the restless crowd could queue up quietly.
The soup kitchen activity started at six o'clock in the morning and ended at eleven o'clock.
Although they were fully prepared, many people still did not receive the steamed buns and porridge. After Wanjia promised to continue giving porridge the next day, the hungry people who gathered at the gate of Wanjia dispersed.
From beginning to end, Chen did not appear.
The winter clothes prepared in the west courtyard were not distributed. Zhao Yuan guessed that there may be too many people and not enough winter clothes were prepared, so they were not distributed at all.
By noon, the Wan family had finished cleaning up, and everyone in the east courtyard was so tired that their bones were about to fall apart.
Just when Zhao Yuan was packing up the utensils at the gate of the west courtyard, many fights broke out on the street. After asking, he found out that some young and strong hungry people were snatching the steamed buns from some old people and children...
…
Seeing an old man who was beaten with blood on his face but still risking his life to protect his steamed buns, Zhao Yuan felt a strong sense of crisis inexplicably.
These people may turn into a mob at any time.
In the Qin Empire, there were two famines, one in 558 years of the Qin Dynasty and the other in 1037. These two famines caused the death of more than six million people. The hungry people gathered and eventually turned into mobs, sweeping away countless
The land and many towns were razed to the ground, leaving thousands of miles of desolation, which dealt a heavy blow to the economy of the Qin Empire and almost shook the foundation of the Qin Empire.
Zhao Yuan had already heard about this year's famine during his wandering, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.
Although it is broad daylight now, the east courtyard is extremely quiet, because everyone has gone to bed to sleep after being tired all night.
Zhao Yuan also went back to his bed to sleep. While he was thinking wildly, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.
"What are you doing here in broad daylight?" Zhao Yuan quickly opened the door, let Wan Ling'er in and closed the door.
"It's okay, my mother is busy. Besides, everyone was tired all night yesterday and they are all sleeping now." Wan Ling'er sat down on Zhao Yuan's bed carelessly. In fact, the only person who could sit in Zhao Yuan's room was
bed.
"What's up?"
"I may be a little busy recently. Let me tell you that I won't go to Xiaoyang Mountain for the time being."
"Oh, I see."
"Zhao Yuan..." Wan Linger looked at Zhao Yuan hesitantly, but hesitated to speak.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"I...I have made a few pills these days, and I will give you one to take." Wan Ling'er took out a red pill from his arms.
"Give it to me?" Looking at Wan Ling'er's hesitating and sneaky behavior, Zhao Yuan suddenly became wary.
"I'm sincere. I took your best crystal stone, exchanged it for your Ice Divine Sword, and got an extra copy of "Elixir Making". I felt very sorry for you, so I made it for you.
A foundation-building elixir will compensate you, and eating it will increase your aura."
"No." Zhao Yuan flatly refused.
"Zhao Yuan! It can really increase spiritual energy. I know you want to cultivate, so I practiced it deliberately for you, but you don't believe me!" Wan Ling'er glared at Zhao Yuan angrily, with a heartbroken look on his face.
expression.
"But……"
"Zhao Yuan, I swear, it's not poisonous. It can really increase spiritual energy! How about I lick it with my tongue first?" Wan Ling'er saw a trace of relaxation in Zhao Yuan's expression, and immediately patted his plump chest and vowed.
"It's really not poisonous?"
Zhao Yuan had been looking for a powerful force but could not get in. Now suddenly there was a pill in front of him. After all, he could not resist the yearning for power, and his strong willpower was shaken.
"No one will die, I swear! Besides, although you Zhao Yuan have some beauty, you are poor and useless. I, Wan Ling'er, am beautiful, rich and powerful, what can I do to you? What can I get? Well, you don't believe it.
, I'll lick the head office first..." Wan Ling'er snorted coldly, picked up the elixir, stuck out her pink tongue, and tried to lick it.
"Don't lick, don't lick... Then... I'll try..."
Zhao Yuan was afraid that Wan Ling'er would really lick it, so he quickly took the elixir from Wan Ling'er's hand and observed carefully. Although the elixir was fiery red, it was a bit gray and seemed to have a lot of impurities. The workmanship looked extremely rough and showed no craftsmanship.
It can be said.
"Zhao Yuan, eat quickly, eat quickly. As long as it works, I will practice it for you every day and eat it." Seeing the hesitation on Zhao Yuan's face, Wan Ling'er immediately became confused.
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