"Supply me a bowl of porridge."

The Cui Jiajia Din who came over said to the chef.

Unlike those tenants, the Cui family's servants were considered to be their own family, so the chef tapped the spoon to the bottom of the bucket, took a spoon from the bottom and poured it into the bowl, and handed it to the Cui family's servant who had just walked over.

"This is also the damn porridge?" Cui Jiadi looked at the porridge in the bowl. Except for the rice grains and vegetable leaves below, the rest was basically water.

The chef grinned and said, "The eldest young master told me that the tenants don't need to eat well, just cheat their stomachs."

"Use water to cheat your stomach? You are so amazing." Cui Jiajia Ding looked at the porridge water in the bowl and curled his lips.

Since it was the matter explained by the eldest young master, he didn't have much to say. Fortunately, there was a piece of cake in his arms and he couldn't be hungry.

"Come on, come on, come on, take the porridge bowl." The chef sent the porridge to the others again.

One of the more courageous tenants looked at the vegetable leaves floating on the water in the bowl and couldn't help but say, "This is too thin, you can't even see a grain of rice."

"Yes, this is too thin, and you're gone by urinating."

"How can I drink such a sparse porridge? Will a wealthy family like the Cui family still lack such a little food to make porridge?"

"Let the cook who cooks all secretly embezzle it!"

The tenants complained one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The chef tapped the wooden barrel with a spoon, stared at him and said loudly, "What's the matter with me? Is it like this? Do you like to drink or not? Stay there without drinking, don't get in the eyes of others."

The tenants soon became quiet.

Although the porridge is thin, there are still a few grains of food and vegetable leaves in it, which is better than nothing.

The remaining tenants soon received their own bowl of porridge.

When the last tenant left with a bowl of porridge, the chef poured all the porridge bottoms from several wooden barrels into one wooden barrel and delivered them to several servants who were eating.

The Cui family's servants and tenants had different status in Xiao Songji, so the servants gathered together, the tenants gathered together, and the long-time workers gathered together.

Several groups of people are clearly divided, among which the number of tenants is the largest.

"The Cui family is so bad. We asked us to help them guard Xiao Songji, but we didn't even care about the full meal." A tenant complained to other tenants sitting beside them.

Another tenant next to him said, "I heard from my own ears that the two people from the Cui family and the Wang family said that Xiao Songji had to be distributed to the same houses from house to house."

"The family is almost out of food, and we have to count the food given to the rebels on our heads. How can we live the family in the future?" The tenant slapped his thighs with a sad face.

The tenant who paid the rent and various taxes had nothing left at all. They often suffered from famine throughout the year, and even if they were only a few buckets of food were missing, they might starve to death.

"Who said no, how can you live at home in the future?"

"The Cui family and the Wang family charge so much rent every year. They can't finish the food at home. Why do they have to make our decisions? Isn't this forcing people to die?"

"You can't say that. The Cui family's food is also owned by the Cui family. If I want to say it, it's up to the rebels outside. If they don't come, the Cui family and the Wang family will not give them food, and we won't follow them to eat melons."

"Yes, it's up to the rebels. This group of damn rebels will sooner or later send a large army to deal with them."

A group of tenants said and said, "The food given to the rebels was finally spread equally on themselves, and each of them looked very heavy."

Food is a life-saving thing. Tenants have not lived a hard life in the past two years. Some tenants even forced themselves to hang themselves. Now they have to spend more money out of thin air. Many tenants are thinking in their minds, but they don’t know how many families will not survive.

"I have heard of something related to the rebels outside Xiao Songji. Do you want to know?" A face-slimming tenant said to several tenant around him in a low voice.

At the same time, I didn't forget to look up and look left and right.

The tenants around him were attracted by his words and looked at him one after another.

"What's the matter?" a tenant asked curiously.

The thin-faced tenant looked at the Cui family in the distance, and then whispered: "I have heard of the rebels outside, saying that whenever they go, they divide the land to the local tenants. They don't have to pay the messy taxes from the government, they just need to pay the rent on time."

"There are such good things?" a tenant asked suspiciously.

Another tenant next to him said, "The Cui family said that the rebels outside the Song Ji did anything bad. You don't really think that the thief is a good person, right!"

It is difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to leave a place 10 or 20 miles away from their homes in their lifetime, so many of the news that people learn are word of mouth or the explanations of local wealthy families.

Compared to being a tenant like himself, most tenants are more willing to believe in the words of a wealthy family like the Cui family and the Wang family.

Seeing that no one believed in him, the tenant said, "You believe it or not, this is what comes from the Cui family, but not many people know it."

"Why don't we know if the Cui family is spread? You can't make up for it!" Some tenants didn't believe it at all.

In order to prove that what he said was true, the face-slimming tenant defended himself: "I'm not afraid to tell you that this was said by the eldest son of the Cui family. When I said this, I hid behind the haystack."

Some tenants were a little shaken.

Since what the eldest son of the Cui family said is still very credible to many tenants.

"I still don't believe it." A tenant still shook his head and said, "The fields around our Xiao Songji are either from the Cui family or from the Wang family. Even if the rebels want to divide the land, what should they do to divide it? Could it be that if we divide our land dozens of miles away, how can we farm? Just rushing over and coming back will take a day, and there is no time to take care of the land."

These remarks made some tenants nod their support.

It's too far from home, even if they want to plant it, they don't have time to plant it.

"I really have my own fields. Even if I am dozens of miles away, I am willing to plant them. At worst, my family can move them over, and the living people can still suffocate their urine." A tenant said.

His words lit up many tenants.

Some tenants even secretly wondered whether they would really divide their own land and whether they would leave Xiao Songji's old house and move to their own fields.
Chapter completed!