The winter in the south is cold and humid, with layers of dark clouds pressing down on their heads, frost and swords slashing at the people in thin clothes, and the cold people shrink their necks.
"It's New Year's Eve now. Those wealthy people gather in one place to eat and drink spicy food. What about us? I'm afraid we won't be able to survive this winter."
One person sighed, causing everyone around him to wipe away tears in despair.
Yesterday, there was still some hope for their future. Even if they lived casually, they could have a bite of hot food every day, so that they would not starve to death, and they seemed to be more resistant to cold when they were full.
But now, the porridge shed is empty, and their hope of survival has been taken away.
"It's all the history of the High Dian! It's all those corrupt officials!"
"They don't see us as human at all, so how can they care if we live or die?"
"I still have my mother at home. Without Qian Dashanren's porridge, what will my mother do?"
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The helpless people wiped away their tears, and the hot tears suddenly turned cold in the cold wind.
And those who are more temperamental are out of anger.
"Let's go to Gao Dian Shijian!"
"Yes, Gao Dianshi must release the good people who do good deeds!"
"I didn't see him deal with the wicked people who robbed the house, but he was shy and arrested all the good people who did good deeds? Does he want us to die?"
"Come on, let's go together!"
The angry crowd was boiling. Some people wanted to go to Gao Dianshi's mansion to ask questions, but others were afraid of Gao Dianshi and did not dare to go.
Some people backed away in fear, because they knew that Gao Dianshi was very powerful, but everyone else had to go to the Gaofu.
However, the entanglement of the people was only for a moment, because most of the people were out of anger and had no time to think. The crowd pushed and walked in the direction of the historian of Gao Dian.
However, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels suddenly came from the direction of the square leading to the main street. A nearby commoner looked back, only to see several ox carts coming, all of which were actually firewood, food, cooking utensils and other items.
The person following the car said loudly: "We are here to cook porridge, everyone, don't worry, don't crowd, wait a moment!"
This person's voice is not very high, but some people say that the porridge, such a big news is still spread far and wide.
Those who were closer stopped and looked at several ox carts with suspicion, and saw the servants in khaki jackets arrive at the porridge shed, use the previously built stove to make a fire, and there are people washing pots and rice. Brown rice, but the sound of the grain being poured into the pot was so wonderful that everyone couldn't help gulping.
There was a fire in everyone's stomach, and most of them had already made up their minds, and they must let Gao Dianshi explain. However, the boiling anger could not be vented at this time, because of hunger.
If they walk away, they don't know if the person who made the porridge this time has it every day, and they don't know when the next opportunity to eat will be.
"Let's go back, let's eat first."
"Yeah, you have to live first before you can think about other things."
After comforting and persuading each other, everyone returned to the square again, and while they were waiting, the porridge began.
But the sullen anger in everyone's heart will not be extinguished because they have food, they will only be more angry, and secretly blame themselves, after all, they are all selfish and can't sacrifice for the money.
The cauldron was steaming hot, and the aroma of the food gradually dissipated. People lined up with bowls to get porridge.
But this time the porridge was much thinner than Qian Dashan's.
When the guys helped to serve the porridge, a steward explained: "Our son's family has limited conditions and is not as wealthy as Qian Dashan's family. If we let everyone eat thick porridge, the food will last no matter how long. It’s about to be eaten. Don’t take it offense, big guy, it’s serious to just live, please bear with me, bear with me!”
The steward was in his early thirties and looked very loyal, and everyone believed what he said.
A commoner said, "Your mansion is doing good deeds so that we can get through this winter. Will we take offense there?"
"Yeah, your son is a good man, dare to ask the old man's name?"
The steward waved his hand and said with a smile, "Young master ordered, don't talk about his name outside, the big guy just eats porridge."
The people did not ask each other's names, but their gratitude was still not less.
Just thinking of the thick porridge, dry food and pickles that Qian Dashan gave them to eat, and looking at this bowl of gruel, everyone still has some comparisons.
They don't hate people who cook porridge, they hate Gao Dianshi.
If it weren't for Gao Dianshi's unreasonable troubles, they would still have dry food to eat now, and they wouldn't even dare to eat gruel in one go, for fear that after eating this meal, no one will come to cook the porridge tomorrow. No one cares about them anymore.
Qin Yining sat in the carriage and looked at the ragged people in the square, and felt unspeakably sad.
Putting down the curtains, he turned to shopkeeper Zhong Da and said, "We have enough financial resources. How can we help them get through this winter? We can't stop cooking porridge. We will persist until the beginning of spring when everything recovers and they can find another way to survive. "
Shopkeeper Zhong Da nodded and said, "Don't worry, although we have suffered a disaster this year, our food can be used for this porridge factory, and we can still support it if we save a little. We can't cook thick porridge, but we can also use thin porridge. Just survive."
"That's what it means." Qin Yining nodded. "I've always been at ease when it comes to shopkeeper Zhong Da's work."
The storekeeper Zhong Da folded his hands and said with a smile: "The princess has praised me wrongly. I'm just a little worried, if the big guy can eat and wear warm clothes, and the resentment against Gao Dianshi disappears little by little, what should we do? "
Qin Yining smiled, "I had the opportunity to eat dry food, but now Gao Dianshi can only eat gruel, who doesn't hate him?"
"But whether it's dry food or gruel, they didn't get it by themselves."
"This is human nature." Qin Yining said, "Human greed is an instinct, this is not to belittle anyone, it is just that there is a chance to get better, but it is hindered by others. Those who are angry will only remember this, But not so much."
Shopkeeper Zhong Da nodded thoughtfully, gaining a new understanding of Qin Yining's ability to analyze people's hearts.
In the next few days, the porridge factory has been serving porridge on time. Although it is only thin porridge, it is indeed life-saving food for many refugees.
Although everyone is not full, they will not starve to death anyway, and they are all grateful to the new "Great Man".
It's just that everyone's hatred for Gao Dianshi never diminished as Qin Yining had expected.
At the same time, Gao Dianshi once caught the news that a woman who wanted to do good deeds had been locked up, but there was a lot of buzz.