It was only when the exaggerated number of victims approached them that they began to notice it.
She tried her best to open her eyes wide and rubbed them, trying to tell whether she was dreaming.
Why!
There will be so many victims!
Appear nearby!
She put down the bowl and ran quickly to her father.
If you want to know what happened, just follow Dad.
Yan Huaiwen stood up and frowned slightly after waiting for the approximate number of people to be cleared.
More than he expected.
Yan Laoer really feels crazy, what are these disaster victims doing here? Isn’t it good for everyone to go their own way?!
After the scholar named Liang Manshan explained to his brother for a long time, Yan Laoer finally figured out what the situation was.
He looked at each other with his daughter, who had been holding his hand, and at the same time saw the complicated helplessness in the other person's eyes.
Some of the victims stayed in Laosong Mountain to search for all useful supplies, while others went to Guandao overnight to search for their lost relatives.
Some found it, some didn't.
The latter wanted to pursue him all the way along the official road, and was willing to take risks for the very small possibility.
The former hopes to be on the same road as the scholar surnamed Yan. They have weapons in their hands, benevolence and righteousness, and make the victims feel safe.
It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
But for them, it's not a good thing.
There are only so many resources along the way, and more people means that the average harvest for each person will be reduced.
There is another more difficult matter before Yan Huaiwen.
Everyone hopes that he can help share some of the supplies looted from Laosong Mountain.
Yan Huaiwen was speechless for a long time.
Yan Laoer and Yan Yu were also speechless.
Isn’t this embarrassing?
"Why should my eldest brother divide it up? Whoever has more and who has less will be dissatisfied and offended! Besides, it's none of my eldest brother's business! Divide your own things yourself!" Yan Laoer's face was ugly, and he directly slapped Liang Manshan in the face.
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Liang Manshan and the victims who came with him were very embarrassed. If they had not been able to separate themselves, they would not have troubled the matter in front of Yan Huaiwen.
Village Chief Luo, who was listening quietly next to him, now also stared.
"Did you see that our scholar has a good heart and blackmailed him? Let me tell you, no way! Whoever wants to share it can share it, and we don't care about those things and won't get involved!"
Even Yan Yu shouted angrily: "Uncle, I don't care!"
The composition of these things is very complicated, including the old Songshan bandits, the mountain people who were kidnapped on the mountain, and the disaster victims in front of them.
In fact, there are also the group of victims who were sent away by Chuanyun Village before.
Their belongings were also included in it.
How many things are there in each house? How can outsiders know except for themselves?
There will definitely be people here who are hiding their own interests and overreporting.
Returning the original doesn't work, redistributing is even worse.
According to what standards, food and water are easy to say, but how about other things such as clothing and bedding? Different levels of newness and oldness have different values.
Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!
These people had been robbed by the bandits and they didn't dare to let go of anything. But if they couldn't be satisfied by sharing the things, I'm afraid there would be a huge quarrel.
If this were not the case, this difficult problem would not have been put in front of Lao Yan.
No one believed in anyone, and the only person who believed in them became their only hope.
The victims begged: "My benefactor, we can't tear each other apart, and we are in a hurry to go on the road to find the elderly and children at home. Please help us, please help us bring food rations and hit the road as soon as possible!"
Many victims of the disaster echoed: "Don't worry, we will accept whatever the amount is, we just want to be able to get on our way as quickly as possible!"
Yan Yu could see that these victims who wanted to take the official path were the most eager.
Those who want to go with them are worried that someone will take too much, and want to divide it slowly.
"Brother Yan, I don't want to bother you, but..." Liang Manshan looked ashamed: "I am also involved, so it is unfair, so I have to avoid suspicion."
Liang Manshan is still popular among the victims, but the mountain people don't give him face. What's wrong with scholars and what's wrong with Tong Sheng, we don't recognize him.
When the mountain people saw Uncle An, their faces looked much better.
"Uncle An, they don't have much food. The food on the mountain belongs to us!"
"That's right, Uncle An, we carried those grains up the mountain, as well as the food used by the bandits."
"Why do they want to share our food?"
"We also contributed to killing the bandits."
It’s also the fault of these mountain bandits. The mountain people have paid tribute to the grain and you can use it. But after they robbed the victims, they rarely eat rice or noodles and do not eat the sorghum grown by the mountain people. This has resulted in the quantity of the two types of food.
mixed.
The mountain people feel that all sorghum should belong to them.
The victims, led by Liang Manshan, felt that they should be counted together.
Yan Yu suddenly realized: the conflicts are mainly concentrated between the two groups of disaster victims and mountain residents.
Yan Huaiwen muttered: "First count the rations."
Other things are secondary, only food is the most precious material today.
As for water, there is not much shortage in the mountains, but it is difficult to find.
The water source on Laosong Mountain is known to both disaster victims and mountain residents.
The mountain residents guarded their food tightly and did not let the disaster victims check it.
I had no choice but to ask Uncle An to take Yan Laoer to count.
After summarizing the two figures, Yan Huaiwen said: "Those who can help kill the bandits should come out."
Many people came forward among the victims, and there were also many mountain residents.
Yan Yu pulled his father and glanced at the injured area.
Yan Laoer understood and said loudly: "Those who were injured will be counted." After that, he added: "We people should also be counted, we have killed many bandits!"
No one refuted his words, everyone agreed.
They killed the most bandits.
Village Chief Luo and several village elders whispered.
"It has to be Yan Laoer. Scholars are thin-skinned. At this time, if you are not thick-skinned, you will easily suffer."
"Why don't we fight if we should? Without us, they would still be locked up in the cave."
"That's the reason, our boy can't suffer."
Yan Huaiwen said: "These people are pioneers. They have meritorious service in killing bandits and are entertaining themselves."
Yan Lao Er greeted the Qi brothers with great discernment, and each moved a bag containing rice, flour and sorghum. He also found a square bucket and placed it in front of Lao Yan.
Yan Huaiwen thought for a while and said: "Everyone takes a bucket and follows this example."
The person who was involved in killing the bandits instantly grinned and burst into laughter.
Yan Yu thought for a while, and found that a square bucket could hold more than ten kilograms, and three buckets could hold about fifty kilograms. Based on the current land output plus the added value of famine, this reward is very important.
Yan Laoer also happily received his share.
He, his brother, his eldest nephew, and his wife can all receive a share.
Yan Yu squatted on her hands unhappily.
Why can't the credit of Sanbao be attributed to her? Uncle Hu also stole her head.
What a huge loss!
The mountain residents were a little agitated, but they didn't dare to say a word when Uncle An said: "What? We didn't rescue you? Without us going up the mountain to rescue people, you would still be nesting in Laosong Mountain. When all the victims are sold out, you will be next.