In the evening, Li Po led the people into the city gate.
Each of them was so cold that their faces were green and their lips were white, and their two children were carried on someone's back.
But in everyone's hands, there were five or six fat fishes tied up with hemp ropes, even the two babies, and they would not let go until they died.
It was the hope of survival and food for the whole family for a few days.
With these foods, you can survive no matter how cold the weather is.
But at this time, Li Po, who led them out, had a completely different status in their minds than before.
Li Po is their savior.
In fact, when someone gives people hope in a desperate situation, how can their feelings be described by the words "savior"?
At this time, the most direct and simple manifestation is that no one will walk in front of Li Po, and Li Po's name in their mouths has also changed from Li Da and Li Dalang to Li Gong.
Those who survive must have the heart of Buddha and will be a prince in the future. People in this period, from top to bottom, all believe in Buddha. Fatalism is very popular among dignitaries and common people, so this is not appropriate.
The title fell on Li Po's head.
If the county magistrate heard this now, he would definitely be furious.
However, Li Po himself didn't have much awareness.
I just hunched my shoulders and back to try to reduce the wind-exposed area of my body, but my body was still shaking.
Obviously, Mr. Li was also severely frozen.
Just after passing the city gate corridor, Li Chun, who had been huddled at the base of the city gate waiting, immediately stumbled over.
Looking at Li Chun who was as cold as a quail, Li Po kicked him angrily.
He put the catch in his hand smoothly and said, "It's too busy, isn't it? You don't want to live anymore, right? Go back quickly. If you get sick again in this cold weather, I will throw you into a mass grave."
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But Li Chun smiled happily, patted his butt, picked up the fish and said: "Brother, let's go back together, Xiaochun will cook the fish for you..."
Li Po said: "You go back first, I have something else to do."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked Li Chun to lead the people back to the refugee camp.
And he himself turned around and went to the concierge carrying two fat fish.
Everything you do has a price. Li Po would not think that this kind of preferential treatment to himself would continue without any expression. This kind of favor needs constant maintenance to last long.
Do any of the refugees understand this? Yes...
A man in his forties was last. He grabbed Li Po with trembling hands, silently untied a fish he was carrying and stuffed it into Li Po's hand. Then he bowed and turned around and left.
A small amount of gratitude represents the warmest and most sincere side of people's hearts.
Li Po twitched the corners of his mouth and instantly felt that the catch in his hand was much heavier.
Immediately, his mood became very good, he knew how to be grateful and could put it into action. He was not very moved, but he felt that he had unexpected gains from his busy work.
Knocked on the wooden door of the knocking room and pushed it open in a familiar manner.
The fire in the house was burning brightly, making the whole house feel as warm as spring.
Looking at the two guys with red faces and drunkenness in the room, Li Po's mood immediately became worse.
The two men glanced at him sideways and didn't even move.
Li Po immediately put on a smile and waved the catch in his hand, "Thank you both for the food. This is not a sign of respect. It's just for you two to go with your wine."
After looking at the fresh fatty fish, the two people in the room started to smile a little.
The two people in the room were very young.
There was a corps commander and a tax collector, both about twenty years old, not much older than Li Po.
The tax collector spoke Kansai accent, which is now called Mandarin. When he put on his posture, the goatee he had before was beyond comparison. He might have come from the county government and had a different family background than ordinary people.
The other corps commander didn't have much to say. Like Yuchi, he was fierce and wild in his bones. It was obvious that despite his youth, he was also a veteran in the army.
In today's Northland, there are the most such people, and there is no need to elaborate.
They were the only two in the room, and everyone else was driven to the arrow tower.
On the only table in the room, there was a jar of turbid wine. Judging from the way the tax collector frowned after taking a sip, it was obviously difficult to drink.
But the team leader named Liu, whether intentionally or unintentionally, clinked glass after glass with the other party, almost forcing the other party to pour cup after cup of turbid wine into his stomach.
Neither of them spoke, but Li Po wasn't idle either.
Having met many people of this era, Li Po actually began to understand a long time ago that the concept of hierarchy is almost everywhere here. There is nothing to complain about, he can only do as the Romans do.
Li Po endured his hunger and quickly placed the fish by the fire. When the fish melted, he removed the scales and dug out the belly.
A familiar person found a cooking utensil in the concierge and fried it in oil. When the aroma just came out, he put it in a clay pot, put some water in it, and when the water boiled, he put the fish in it.
With seasonings such as onions and ginger, the aroma of stewed fish soon filled the house.
Wu Chang Liu twitched his nose. Even though he didn't want to talk to a homeless man, he still couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Yes, if this craft comes to us, our brothers will be very happy."
Of course, this is just a joke.
Then he asked, "I told you, kid, what did you do before?"
He was indeed curious as to why this boy with a Kansai accent and an acquaintance with Luo San was imprisoned in a refugee camp.
Li Po bared his eight teeth and stared at the fire, warming himself while replying: "I have done everything before, but I have never been a robber. You are asking for nothing."
One sentence made Wu Chang Zhang laugh out loud, and the tax collector also smiled.
After a while, when the heat was up, Li Po divided the stewed fish in the clay pot onto plates, poured thick soup on it, and brought it to the table for the two of them.
Zhang Wuchang had already moved his index finger, but he just gave way to the tax collector and took off his chopsticks.
After tasting it, I couldn't help but praise, "Well, this craftsmanship... is no worse than what Chef Wang makes in Chunxiang House. It's good, good."
The tax collector also picked up a chopstick, squinting his eyes and nodding from time to time, obviously very satisfied.
Li Po laughed and said, "I don't have any other skills, but I am very good at cooking. If you two need anything in the future, just call me. If nothing happens, I will leave now."
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While talking nonsense, he kept staring at the fish soup in the clay pot and swallowing his saliva.
Such an obvious psychological hint made the corps commander laugh again and wave his hands carelessly, "Take it, take it. It's been a hard day after all, isn't it?"