"What will we eat if she doesn't give out porridge?"
"That's right, we are just waiting for her bowl of porridge to save her life!"
"If you do something good, you must do it to the end. Where can you find such a person?"
"Wow wow wow...Mom, I'm hungry!"
"It's a shame we still call her Guanyin Empress! They say they send Buddha to the West, but she won't send half of it."
"If she doesn't give out porridge, we're afraid we won't be able to survive the Chinese New Year."
A shameless lazy man shouted: "No, you can't just say that you won't give it if you don't give it. Let's go to the gate of the general's mansion and ask for it."
"This isn't appropriate!" The porridge-giving was all done voluntarily. If people stopped giving porridge, they would never come to the door and force them to continue to do so.
"This is really inappropriate."
"What's inappropriate? She is the one who wants to gain a good reputation by giving soup. Now that she has earned enough reputation, she wants to care about our life and death. That won't work." There are also sensible people among the victims, and they can see that Lin Qingxue
Giving porridge is to gain a good reputation. This sensible man is a disaster victim. He is about fifty years old. His name is Zhang Ke and he is also educated. Because his house was crushed by snow and there was no food at home, he fled to the imperial city.
Come to beg for food.
He likes to observe people, so he discovered that the young lady of the Song family did it herself at first, scooping porridge for them, and then let the maid do it for them. Moreover, more than once, he saw her looking at those who were receiving the porridge.
, showed disgust in her eyes. When someone came close to her to express her gratitude, she would always wrinkle her nose and step back subconsciously. How could a person be kind if she disliked those who were kind to her?
"That's right, just because of us, she has such a good reputation now!"
"Go, go, go, go to Zhenbei General's Mansion."
After all, etiquette, justice and shame could not overcome hunger and the desire to live. Two to three hundred people took broken bowls and basins and headed towards the general's mansion in a mighty manner.
When passers-by see so many people walking in a certain direction, those who have nothing to do will follow them with the mentality of watching the fun.
Two-quarters of an hour later, they arrived at the gate of Zhenbei General's Mansion. After arriving, they sat down directly at the foot of the steps.
The soldiers at the door were stunned when they saw hundreds of ragged, sallow and thin people, men and women, old and young, sitting at the foot of the steps. What was going on?
Not only them, but also the people who followed along to watch the fun were a little confused.
"It's weird, why are all these beggars sitting in front of the general's mansion?"
"I don't know!"
"Could it be that you came to the General's Mansion to beg for food?"
"You didn't form a group to ask for it?"
"I heard that the young lady of the General's Mansion has been giving porridge to Guanyin Temple recently, but she stopped today."
"If you stop, just stop! Why are you sitting in front of other people's houses? You still want to force people to continue to help." These beggars are going too far.
"What are you doing?" Wang Liang asked as he walked down the steps and looked at the people sitting on the ground.
The lazy man and Zhang Ke were sitting in the front. The lazy man glanced at Wang Liang and said, "Let's remind the young lady at home that it's time to give porridge."
Ha? Wang Liang’s outlook on life has been impacted. Do you still act like this?