The young and strong victims of the disaster continued to line up in long lines to sign up for the work-for-relief program. Not far from the registration point was a temporary soup kitchen, which contained several large pots of porridge and two or three baskets of dry biscuits prepared by Anguo Temple.
Anyone who succeeds can come here to get a meal.
Wan Yankang, Liang Ziweng and others stood under the soup kitchen tent.
Although the turmoil just now disappeared, he still felt a little uneasy.
After watching this for a while, I can really see some clues.
Most of the victims were in ragged clothes, had yellow faces and thin muscles, looked tired and had dull eyes, but this was not always the case.
Needless to say, there are also some people such as Hu Si who are not only relatively well-dressed and complete, but also seem to be followed by servants carrying luggage.
The condition and complexion of these people are obviously much better than those of ordinary disaster victims.
This probably explains their origins.
He also told Wan Yankang a simple truth: even disaster victims can be divided into three, six, and nine grades.
Wanyan Kang quietly closed his clairvoyance eyes and whispered a few words in the ear of the soldier leader who was responsible for distributing food.
The soldiers were slightly surprised, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions and just followed the order.
A middle-aged man with a fair complexion slowly walked over carrying a pottery bowl. The soldier turned around and saw the young prince nodding secretly beside him, so he gave him a symbolic spoonful of half a spoonful of gruel, but no pancakes.
The man looked up at the soldiers in astonishment: "Sir, why do I have so much less porridge than they do?"
The soldier replied coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and let the people behind follow you!"
The man was very unwilling. He glanced into the cauldron, swallowed and said, "Isn't this bullying?"
Another soldier was furious and was about to move forward to chase him away. Wanyan Kang came out and approached the man, lowering his voice and saying calmly: "You have dry food on your body, and there are followers behind you... I'll give you half a bowl of gruel. I don't know."
foot?"
"I don't!"
The man was startled, and immediately looked around, his face turned pale. He glanced at Yan Kang quickly, then hurried away with his head down and half a bowl of porridge.
Wanyan Kang shook his head and chuckled. This guy was probably a country squire and landlord. Although he could be classified as a disaster victim, he was not in a desperate situation. He must have some fine food around him.
These people must not be allowed to fish in troubled waters.
However, he immediately frowned. If he only relied on his own clairvoyance to identify such people, he would be exhausted.
Moreover, after just looking at it for a while, the negative effects of too much perspective began to show up, and my eyes became dizzy.
After thinking about it, he called Chi Xi and asked Chi Xi to arrange for a few soldiers to set up a checkpoint at the entrance. Before entering, he would search his body and ask about his origins. Anyone who had weapons, food, gold, silver or other items hidden on his body would not be allowed...
Enter.
It's called: Security Check.
Although this is a bit of a force, in order to save food, I don't care much.
A little troublesome, but the effect is obviously very good.
Wanyan Kang saw that many "respectable people" sneaked out of the crowd and disappeared without a trace, and the queue to receive food shortened a lot.
…
Hu Si and other gangsters mingled in the group of victims. After receiving the porridge, they went to one side and ate it quickly. They stayed together as usual, either whispering to each other or looking greedily at the victims who had already received the food.
If there weren't soldiers watching from a distance or close by, they would have rushed to grab it like they did in the past.
The group of old, weak, women and children who had lost their strength and strength, were dying, supporting the elderly and the young, had been hiding at a distance, watching the young and middle-aged victims who had basically received the food and dispersed, and then slowly approached the soup kitchen in small groups.
There was a petite and thin woman in her twenties with disheveled hair and half-dressed clothes, staggering over with two children of five or six years old in her hands.
She hunched over, stretched out half the bowl of stubble in fear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, please do me a favor and give me something to eat. My child is almost starving to death!"
Wanyan Kang glanced at her from the side and saw how pitiful she was. He couldn't bear it, so he took the spoon himself, carefully scooped some gruel into her bowl, and signaled her to give it to the child first.
Two unkempt children, whose genders could not be distinguished, were kneeling on the ground, fighting for food like hungry wolf cubs, licking half of the bowl clean in an instant, which was sad to see.
When others were not paying attention, Wanyan Kang took two or three more pancakes and quietly stuffed them into the woman, saying in a low voice: "Quickly, stay away and eat!"
"Thank you for your life, Master!"
The woman shed dry tears and bowed hastily to Wanyan Kang, hid the life-saving pancake in her waist, and then hurriedly led the two children away.
Wanyan Kang looked at the three mothers, one foot deep and one foot shallow, running on the sun-scorched wilderness, long and short, crooked shadows trailing behind them, and he sighed, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.
Liang Ziweng said softly from the side: "Little prince, in the year of great disaster, it is actually very difficult for such orphans and widowed mothers to survive even if they encounter the porridge provided by the temple this time."
Wanyan Kang's heart was so cold that he couldn't say a word.
Senior Liang is telling the truth.
The cruel threats these three women are facing now are not only the lack of rain, not only hunger, but also the disaster victims everywhere in the wilderness.
If they can survive today, they may not be able to survive tomorrow.
Wan Yankang felt that his heart was filled with panic.
…
After the sun sets, the temperature gradually drops. In the evening, the mountain breeze blows, and there is some coolness in the mountains.
The moon is above the willow branches, and the registration point in the distance is still blazing with torches and bustling with people.
Because the camps at the foot of the mountain have not yet been built, the victims who have not yet been resettled basically camp in groups in various places in the mountains.
As a special group, the old, weak, women and children spontaneously gathered in a col halfway up the mountain, far away from the dangerous groups of victims.
The mountain col is very close to the mountain gate of Anguo Temple, which may give them a sense of security.
The moonlight was dim, and in the afternoon, Wanyan Kang stuffed some 20 petite women with a few pieces of pancakes, hiding in the most inconspicuous place in the mountain col with their two children.
She leaned against a tree, touched the two warm pancakes in her arms, looked at the sleeping child, gritted her teeth, broke off a small piece secretly, looked around like a thief and saw no one around, and then went
Put it in your mouth, chew it and swallow it.
She choked and coughed violently.
"Little lady!"
Suddenly, laughter sounded in my ears.
She was startled and looked up. Two or three smooth and ferocious men's faces suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes.
"What...are you going to do?!"
The petite woman shrank down and whispered.
"What? What do you think we are going to do?!"
"It's been a long time since I've tasted the taste of a woman. You're such a cute little lady, it makes me feel really itchy to see her."
"Anyway, your man is dead, so we will treat you as your men... take pity on you!"
A shirtless man smiled lewdly, stepped forward and grabbed the woman's long hair, and began to drag it out, tearing her tattered dress frantically.
The other two people stood aside with their hands crossed, staring at the woman's half-naked white body, salivating.
The woman screamed repeatedly and struggled fiercely. Her shrill screams suddenly pierced the silent forest, but only a few night owls fluttered past.
The old, weak, women and children around were frightened, but they hurriedly ran away, found a quiet place to gather together, and closed their eyes numbly. No one came up to meddle in other people's business.
The two children were awakened, sat on the ground and cried loudly: "Mom, don't bully my mother!"
"Mother!"
…
The mountain col at dawn, the dawn gradually shines through.
Wan Yankang was awakened by soldiers at dawn. By the time he led his men to a nearby mountain col, the tragedy had already occurred.
A petite and thin woman was sitting naked on the cold ground leaning against a tree, her mouth wide open, her face highly distorted, and she had been dead for a long time.
Her lower body was stained with blood, and there was a sharp wooden stick stuck in it!
On both sides of her, lying on their backs, were two unkempt children whose boys and girls could not be distinguished. Their mouths were filled with mud, their thin bodies were twisted and stiff, and there were deep scratches on the ground, as if they were being pushed to the ground.