Under the fear of the unknown, the feet that had just stepped out of the team were all retracted in an instant! Almost everyone's eyes were subconsciously looking at the sky above their heads.
There were no dark clouds containing thunder, only a puff of black smoke drifting into the distance with the gentle breeze.
"Get in line! If you have a bowl, use your own bowl! If you don't have one, come and get it from the basket here! Be damn careful, these are all borrowed from the people in the city. If you eat them, you will eat them with your hands from now on.
Bar!"
Unlike the refugees who were in shock and confusion, the men giving out porridge seemed to have been accustomed to the loud noise. .??.
I saw them walking to the open space in front of the city gate, parking their cars, and banging the big spoons on the porridge bucket, and what they said was not polite at all!
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Today's meal is free, and I will go to work tomorrow! Grass has grown on the good land outside!"
"Damn, I'm giving you an advantage. I've never cooked before. I didn't feed my wife the porridge I made for the first time. I fed it to you. Just think about it!"
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but all of these men who came out to serve porridge were tall and thick, with raw and meaty faces. At first glance, they didn’t look like they were easy to mess with.
Two of them, seeing the refugees still looking up at the sky stupidly, stepped forward with curses and kicked all the people in front of them to the porridge bucket.
"you……"
The person who got kicked was originally angry, but when he saw the other person's body, he immediately softened.
And when the hot rice porridge was rudely scooped into the large porcelain bowl, they no longer cared about whether their buttocks hurt or not, and hurriedly protected the porridge bowl while running to the deserted place nearby. Seeing that
He was afraid that others would rush over and steal his food.
After going through a series of twists and turns, Ximen finally started giving out porridge.
However, many of the refugees who were out of breath after running in a large circle did not know that there were also porridge teams at the east gate they had just surrounded and the north gate they passed by.
In fact, they started giving porridge earlier than Ximen.
The porridge in these porridge buckets is ordinary white porridge, neither thick nor thin, but if it doesn't fall over when you stand up with chopsticks, don't even think about it.
Of course, this is not because Xiao Han is stingy and reluctant to put rice in the porridge, but because some people here have been hungry for too long!
At this time, their intestines and stomachs have long been shrunk by hunger, and they cannot digest thick porridge and rice at all. If they eat a large amount of hard food rashly, their intestines and stomachs may be opened directly.
Xiao Han didn't want to have good intentions but do bad things and cause a few innocent lives here.
"Mom! Porridge! White porridge!"
Outside the East Gate City, a little boy was holding a large bowl and carefully feeding the white porridge inside to the mouth of the woman lying on the ground.
Judging from his thin body and ragged clothes, this little boy is none other than the one who picked mushrooms in the woods in the morning.
Back then, after learning that Ning Cheng was going to give porridge, his mother used her last bit of strength to pull him here.
But before the mother and son found the porridge stall, they heard that the porridge soup location had been changed to Ximen.
This news is not bad for those men. As long as they have food to eat, it is just a matter of running a few more steps. But for the strong men, it is not a bad news. For a woman at the end of the crossbow, it is no less than a bolt from the blue!
When she saw countless people rushing towards the west, her already weak body could no longer hold up, and she fell softly on the open space in front of the city gate.
The woman knew that her body no longer had the strength to rush to Ximen, so she could only weakly ask her son to leave her alone and go to Ximen to seek a way to survive.
But I didn't expect that the little boy who was always obedient would not listen to his mother at all this time. He cried and wanted to carry the woman with him.
However, the little boy's body is still too thin. Even if the woman is skinny and skinny, it is not something that his young body can carry.
After trying this several times, the little boy not only failed to leave with his mother, he became so tired that he felt dizzy, his feet became weak, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.
And just when the mother and son, relying on each other, looked at the fewer and fewer people around them, they almost fell into despair.
The city gate that had been closed for an unknown period of time miraculously opened, and immediately after, a group of people pushing porridge buckets walked out.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he saw the people pushing the porridge buckets, the little boy felt that the whole dark world was gradually becoming brighter.
Unlike the west gate where almost all the strong laborers had gathered, those who remained in the east gate at this time were mostly young boys, mothers and children, women and children who were so hungry that they had almost no strength at all.
So when the porridge team came out, there was no nonsense at all and they started scooping porridge into bowls and waiting for people to receive it.
When they encounter people who really can't walk, they will personally carry the bowl and hand it to the hands of the hungry people.
Like a little boy who was too tired to walk, he got this bowl of white porridge from a chubby older brother.
However, when he got the porridge, his first reaction was not to drink it himself. Instead, he endured his hungry stomach and fed the porridge to his mother first!
At this time, the woman who had been struggling all morning had completely fallen into a semi-conscious state. When she mechanically swallowed the white porridge that was fed into her mouth, her dull eyes gradually became brighter.
After taking a few sips, the woman finally woke up. She licked her lips and felt the long-lost rice fragrance filling her mouth. Tears instantly flowed down her thin cheeks.
"Yazi..." She raised her head with difficulty and looked at the little boy holding her. The woman no longer drank the white porridge near her mouth, but said to the little boy with difficulty, "You, eat."
"Mom, I've eaten!" The little boy was overjoyed when he saw his mother waking up. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and said with a grin!
But soon, his stomach made a cry of protest for his clumsy lie.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
"Mom is really full, hurry up and eat!" When the woman heard the "gurgling" sound from the boy's stomach, how could she not know that her son was lying to her? She hurriedly raised her skinny palm and pushed the porridge bowl towards the boy.
Around the mouth.
Seeing that the mother who was so weak still thought of herself first even after having food, the little boy's eyes began to turn red again, and his trembling lips shouted "Mom...!"
"Drink quickly, don't let others snatch it away. Mom is not hungry!" The woman forced out a smile and said to her son.
"Ahem! What are you pushing for? There is plenty of porridge! Just eat it! Anyone who dares to snatch it from you will be cooked by the fat man!" Under the fear of the unknown, those who had just stepped out of the team were all stunned in an instant.
They all took it back! Almost everyone's eyes were subconsciously looking at the sky above their heads.
There were no dark clouds containing thunder, only a puff of black smoke drifting into the distance with the gentle breeze.
"Get in line! If you have a bowl, use your own bowl! If you don't have one, come and get it from the basket here! Be damn careful, these are all borrowed from the people in the city. If you eat them, you will eat them with your hands from now on.
Bar!"
Unlike the refugees who were in shock and confusion, the men giving out porridge seemed to have been accustomed to the loud noise.
I saw them walking to the open space in front of the city gate, parking their cars, and banging the big spoons on the porridge bucket, and what they said was not polite at all!
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Today's meal is free, and I will go to work tomorrow! Grass has grown on the good land outside!"
"Damn, I'm giving you an advantage. I've never cooked before. I didn't feed my wife the porridge I made for the first time. I fed it to you. Just think about it!"
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but all of these men who came out to serve porridge were tall and thick, with raw and meaty faces. At first glance, they didn’t look like they were easy to mess with.
Two of them, seeing the refugees still looking up at the sky stupidly, stepped forward with curses and kicked all the people in front of them to the porridge bucket.
"you……"
The person who got kicked was originally angry, but when he saw the other person's body, he immediately softened.
And when the hot rice porridge was rudely scooped into the large porcelain bowl, they no longer cared about whether their buttocks hurt or not, and hurriedly protected the porridge bowl while running to the deserted place nearby. Seeing that
He was afraid that others would rush over and steal his food.
After going through a series of twists and turns, Ximen finally started giving out porridge.
However, many of the refugees who were out of breath after running in a large circle did not know that there were also porridge teams at the east gate they had just surrounded and the north gate they passed by.
In fact, they started giving porridge earlier than Ximen.
The porridge in these porridge buckets is ordinary white porridge, neither thick nor thin, but if it doesn't fall over when you stand up with chopsticks, don't even think about it.
Of course, this is not because Xiao Han is stingy and reluctant to put rice in the porridge, but because some people here have been hungry for too long!
At this time, their intestines and stomachs have long been shrunk by hunger, and they cannot digest thick porridge and rice at all. If they eat a large amount of hard food rashly, their intestines and stomachs may be opened directly.
Xiao Han didn't want to have good intentions but do bad things and cause a few innocent lives here.
"Mom! Porridge! White porridge!"
Outside the East Gate City, a little boy was holding a large bowl and carefully feeding the white porridge inside to the mouth of the woman lying on the ground.
Judging from his thin body and ragged clothes, this little boy is none other than the one who picked mushrooms in the woods in the morning.
Back then, after learning that Ning Cheng was going to give porridge, his mother used her last bit of strength to pull him here.
But before the mother and son found the porridge stall, they heard that the porridge soup location had been changed to Ximen.
This news is not bad for those men. As long as they have food to eat, it is just a matter of running a few more steps. But for the strong men, it is not a bad news. For a woman at the end of the crossbow, it is no less than a bolt from the blue!
When she saw countless people rushing towards the west, her already weak body could no longer hold up, and she fell softly on the open space in front of the city gate.
The woman knew that her body no longer had the strength to rush to Ximen, so she could only weakly ask her son to leave her alone and go to Ximen to seek a way to survive.
But I didn't expect that the little boy who was always obedient would not listen to his mother at all this time. He cried and wanted to carry the woman with him.
However, the little boy's body is still too thin. Even if the woman is skinny and skinny, it is not something that his young body can carry.
After trying this several times, the little boy not only failed to leave with his mother, he became so tired that he felt dizzy, his feet became weak, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.
And just when the mother and son, relying on each other, looked at the fewer and fewer people around them, they almost fell into despair.
The city gate that had been closed for an unknown period of time miraculously opened, and immediately after, a group of people pushing porridge buckets walked out.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he saw the people pushing the porridge buckets, the little boy felt that the whole dark world was gradually becoming brighter.
Unlike the west gate where almost all the strong laborers had gathered, those who remained in the east gate at this time were mostly young boys, mothers and children, women and children who were so hungry that they had almost no strength at all.
So when the porridge team came out, there was no nonsense at all and they started scooping porridge into bowls and waiting for people to receive it.
When they encounter people who really can't walk, they will personally carry the bowl and hand it to the hands of the hungry people.
Like a little boy who was too tired to walk, he got this bowl of white porridge from a chubby older brother.
However, when he got the porridge, his first reaction was not to drink it himself. Instead, he endured his hungry stomach and fed the porridge to his mother first!
At this time, the woman who had been struggling all morning had completely fallen into a semi-conscious state. When she mechanically swallowed the white porridge that was fed into her mouth, her dull eyes gradually became brighter.
After taking a few sips, the woman finally woke up. She licked her lips and felt the long-lost rice fragrance filling her mouth. Tears instantly flowed down her thin cheeks.
"Yazi..." She raised her head with difficulty and looked at the little boy holding her. The woman no longer drank the white porridge near her mouth, but said to the little boy with difficulty, "You, eat."
"Mom, I've eaten!" The little boy was overjoyed when he saw his mother waking up. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and said with a grin!
But soon, his stomach made a cry of protest for his clumsy lie.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
"Mom is really full, hurry up and eat!" When the woman heard the "gurgling" sound from the boy's stomach, how could she not know that her son was lying to her? She hurriedly raised her skinny palm and pushed the porridge bowl towards the boy.
Around the mouth.
Seeing that the mother who was so weak still thought of herself first even after having food, the little boy's eyes began to turn red again, and his trembling lips shouted "Mom...!"
"Drink quickly, don't let others snatch it away. Mom is not hungry!" The woman forced out a smile and said to her son.
"Ahem! What are you pushing for? There is plenty of porridge! Just eat it! Anyone who dares to snatch it from you will be cooked by the fat man!"
