"Good news, Mr. Wang from Jiuquan Town is going to open a porridge shed to provide relief to the victims!"
"Good news, Mr. Wang from Jiuquan Town is going to open a porridge shed to provide relief to the victims."
As soon as the news of the grain distribution spread, victims rushed to tell each other. Many victims who had chewed countless grass roots, tree barks, and willow leaves all hugged each other and cried, "We don't have to starve to death anymore.
There’s something to eat.”
“Mom, I’m hungry”
A six or seven-year-old girl was hiding in her mother's arms, looking at her mother feebly.
The mother, who was so hungry that her face was sallow and skinny, hugged the child tightly in her arms and kept comforting her: "Xing'er, if you bear with me, the Wang family will give out porridge, and we will have food soon."
No one can imagine the hunger for food for the victims who are on the verge of starving to death.
Wang Xu thought of something, but he didn't dare to explain it thoroughly. He could only send out Wang family's clerks one after another to inspect various porridge soup bases.
Starting from Jiuquan Town and the villages below, Wang Xu established a total of thirty-two soup kitchens.
All the hundreds of thousands of disaster victims who could move started to move and consciously gathered towards the soup kitchen.
If you can't move, there is no other way. Wang Xu doesn't have enough power to provide porridge to everyone. He can only wait for the first wave of victims to receive the porridge and each small group elects leaders based on geographical divisions.
Make soup porridge available to everyone.
"Liu Quan, what's going on down there?"
Sitting at the door of the granary, Wang Xu drank tea and asked without raising his head.
Liu Quan listened to the reports from the soup kitchens one by one, and organized the group to reply: "Master, the No. 8 soup kitchen is a bit messy, but the rest are relatively stable and can be suppressed for the time being."
Wang Xu nodded slightly, and assigned a hundred tenant farmers to each of the thirty-two soup kitchens to maintain order.
The victims have been hungry all the way, and now they are at the end of their strength, and it is not easy to cause trouble.
However, it's hard to say tomorrow. If I drink a bowl of porridge or eat a steamed bun, there will be something in my stomach.
It’s hard to say whether these people will be obedient when we give out porridge tomorrow. After all, people always want more.
"Master, housekeeper, something happened at soup kitchen No. 8. There's a commotion!"
Just when Wang Xuda thought that nothing would happen today, a man on horseback came running up.
"What's going on?" Wang Xu stood up suddenly.
Giving porridge is hard work and has never been easy. Even in modern times, there are cases of people looting relief supplies after disasters.
Wang Xu had seen a news before. A place was hit by a disaster. The cars carrying relief materials drove in and were robbed by the victims halfway.
Later, armed police had to be followed in the car to transport supplies. This was still the case in a civilized society, let alone in ancient times.
The boy who delivered the message got off his horse and reported truthfully: "Master, the standard we have set is that each disaster victim can only receive food once a day, a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun each time. Some people came three times in a row and refused to accept it even after being ejected.
, not only stole other people’s food, but also got into a fight with the guy who was sent there.”
"court death!"
A cold light flashed in Wang Xu's eyes. He knew that he should never gamble on the human heart. The human heart is the most sinister and ugly.
But he still didn't expect that something like this happened on the first day of disaster relief. Don't they know that the food belongs to the Wang family, and if the Wang family goes back on their word, they will all starve to death?
In order to eat one more bite, such a person is so short-sighted that it is a thorn in his side to live, and it is better to die clean.
"Let's go over and have a look."
Wang Xu got on the carriage, took the Bai Lai guard with him, and headed towards the No. 8 soup kitchen.
When we arrived at the soup kitchen No. 8, we saw that there were two to three hundred people confronting the soup kitchen workers.
All of these people are young and strong, and they are holding steel knives in their hands. They are not victims of the disaster, they are clearly bandits who came down the mountain.
"Since your Wang family is giving out porridge, you have to feed us. What kind of bullshit is this? A bowl of stinky porridge and a hardened wotou. What are you kidding?" Two to three hundred people gathered around the porridge soup site.
The guys were confronting each other.
The men at the soup kitchen are all tenant farmers of the Wang family. Although there are more than a hundred people, most of them are honest and conscientious, and they immediately withered when they encountered this group of rough guys.
"No wonder the imperial court often dispatched troops to carry out porridge relief. This is not without reason. On TV, three or five girls can imitate other people's porridge. Let alone the success of porridge, I'm afraid even
Everyone will be lost."
Wang Xu looked around and knew what went wrong without asking.
"Master!" Seeing Wang Xu bringing people, the boy at the soup kitchen trotted over to greet him.
"Are you the kind-hearted young master of the Wang family?"
Seeing the rightful owner coming, a big man walked out of the crowd, holding a golden ring knife in his hand, and said cheerfully: "Okay, we are not big people, but we have big ambitions. We are visitors from Guiyuan Mountain.
you"
Before the leader had finished speaking, Wang Xu directly pulled out a small hand crossbow from the carriage and pointed it at this person from a distance.
"What are you doing? You think I'm scared? I'm so scared!"
There was a muffled sound, and the crossbow arrows shot in.
The middle-aged man lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the arrow stuck in his chest, and muttered: "This kid is a ruthless guy!"
Bang!!
The middle-aged man fell to the ground, stirring up bursts of dust.
Wang Xu raised his hand crossbow and said without looking back: "Hal their heads on the wooden stakes, and I will show the consequences of causing trouble to future generations."
"Drink!" With a clamp on the horse's belly, the Bai Lai guards came out more and more.
Those who can practice martial arts in the Wang family have some real skills and are not afraid of little monsters, let alone a group of bandits.
In just a few breaths, more than 200 bandits were killed. Not to mention the blood all over the floor, at least they scared a lot of people.
Looking at the victims who were bloodless or vomiting crazily, Wang Xu stood on the carriage and said: "I, the Wang family, are righteous, so I will give you porridge and provide disaster relief. Is this how you repay me? Believe it or not, I will let go."
, can you all starve to death?"
"Master, Master Wang, you can't just let it go!"
Faced with Wang Xu's threat, after a moment of silence, a respected village elder came out.
Wang Xu raised his eyes and saw that this man was about fifty or sixty years old. Being the first to stand up showed that he had some prestige among the victims, so he said: "Elder, it's not that I want to let go, but you guys have no rules."
, it is impossible to continue such nonsense. There are at least five or six thousand victims here, how can hundreds of people mess this up?
How about this, we made a three-part agreement. The Wang family has food and there is no shortage of it, but this disaster relief site cannot be messed up any more.
these people"
While Wang Xu was talking, he pointed at the corpse on the ground: "With bad intentions, they want to destroy the disaster relief site and starve you to death! If this kind of thing happens, my Wang family won't say a word. Wherever something goes wrong, we will disband it.
Please think carefully about the disaster relief site, and don’t blame me for not saying ugly things first.”