Yuan Qingping was no match for Chu Mingyang. Their eyes locked for several seconds. Yuan Qingping was defeated. He quickly turned away and said angrily: "There is no good person in the Chu family."
Naturally, there are no good people in the Chu family, but this is not the reason why Yuan Qingping hates Chu Mingyang.
She hates Chu Mingyang because she is arrogant and arrogant.
And she clearly has the capital.
Yuan Qingping didn't want to admit that she was jealous of Chu Mingyang's wantonness and arrogance.
The buns were finally delivered.
Huotou shouted, "The porridge distribution has begun, please line up in order."
No one is queuing anymore.
Everyone rushed forward, all focused on the drawers of freshly delivered meat buns.
The steamed buns are steaming hot and exude the aroma of meat. From morning to noon, people who are already crazy with hunger don't care about queuing. They just want to grab one or two buns and sacrifice them to the five internal organs temple.
When Chu Mingcui saw that those people didn't listen to Huotou, he stood up and wanted to say a few words to calm his mood.
After all, when she came just now, everyone cheered for her. She believed that this was what the people wanted, and the people respected and loved her.
Naturally, I will also be willing to listen to what she has to say.
She stood up and stopped in front of Baozi. She was about to speak, but was pushed away. Her feet stumbled and she fell to the ground.
"Bold!" The guard escorting Chu Mingcui saw that Princess Qi was pushed down. He hurried over, grabbed the person who pushed her and slapped her over. The person couldn't stand firmly, fell back, and fell on a drawer of steamed buns.
, all the buns fell to the ground.
"Stop serving porridge, stop serving porridge!" the guard yelled at the fire. Once these people get into chaos, they can't control it.
Those people down there were so hungry that they saw all the buns falling to the ground and even stopped serving porridge. How could they hold back?
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Many people rushed into the porridge shed, and several fire leaders tried their best to stop them. There was a physical conflict, and the guards must have come to help.
The ladies evacuated quickly, but there was a chaos and the porridge shed was completely surrounded. How could they get out?
Yuan Qingling looked at it from a distance and frowned, "It's too dangerous."
"Yes," Yuan Qingping also became worried, because the chaos looked really scary. Someone was pushed to the ground, and the people behind trampled on him, "But what should I do?"
Yuan Qingling quickly walked down the tower and walked towards the soldiers stationed at the door, "Hurry up and help, there's going to be an accident, this porridge shed can't hold it."
The guard at the city gate naturally saw it. He did not know Yuan Qingling and said: "Don't pay attention to these things. If someone is killed, there will always be someone who will bear the consequences."
"What did you say?" Yuan Qingling's face darkened, "What if the people who died were poor people?"
The guard was startled and looked over. His face gradually became serious. He waved his hand and said, "Ah Shan, bring a few people with me."
Before the guard and a few people could walk over, they heard a "bang" and the entire porridge shed collapsed.
The porridge shed is made entirely of bamboo and wood. It is very simple and has almost no foundation. It is only supported by long logs on all four sides. However, if gravity is applied and one of the long logs is broken, the porridge shed will definitely collapse.
This is what Yuan Qing Ling saw just now on the tower. As she expected, the porridge shed finally collapsed.