The long streets in the capital were covered with snow, and many refugees gathered together to stay warm.
Su Qing asked someone to set up a simple stove, add water and rice to the pot and add salt to cook the porridge, and put a steamer on the other stove to start steaming the steamed buns.
Because there were too many refugees, two pots were simply not enough, so Su Qing simply had someone build a porridge shed.
Some refugees noticed the movements of the Su Mansion and slowly gathered around.
Su Qing said loudly: "Let the elderly, disabled, women and children come to the front first. Don't worry, there is not enough porridge. I promise everyone that our porridge shed will not be turned off until everyone on the street has received porridge."
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Su Qing said at the gate, and Ning Qi took Xiao Si down below to maintain order.
Su Qing asked Lian'er to take out the old cotton-padded clothes and distribute them to the elderly and children.
At first, some people were unconvinced and wanted to cause trouble. Su Qing also tried to reason with them, but they didn't listen.
Su Qing was too lazy to say anything, and asked Ning Qi to beat up the troublemaker, and everyone else became honest after seeing this.
When she saw that the turmoil had subsided, she said: "I let the elderly, disabled, women and children stand in the front because they need more protection. Those who can be at the back of the line should feel honored."
Su Qing glanced at the refugees, took a deep breath and continued: "Because you can still protect people who are weaker than you in such a situation, you are a truly strong person."
"Remember, the reason why strong people are admired by thousands of people is not because of their strong bodies, but because of their strong spirits." Su Qing felt as if his voice was almost hoarse after he finished speaking.
"Okay, that's good." A sonorous and powerful voice came from a distance.
I saw a powerful general wearing armor, with a sword at his waist, and riding a tall horse, heading towards the Su Mansion. Behind him was a long group of soldiers.
Su Changyun turned over and dismounted and looked at Su Qing, who looked exactly like his wife. A strong sadness surrounded his heart, "Qing'er, my daughter, dad is back."
"Dad..." Su Qing felt the blood boiling in her body and the warm and familiar feeling between relatives, and tentatively called out dad.
She looked at Su Changyun's appearance, which was even older than in her memory, and for a moment she felt a sense of distress in her heart.
"Qing'er, you've suffered." Su Changyun looked at the grown-up child with red eyes. But he still had a mission and couldn't delay.
He glanced at Su Qing with great reluctance, got on his horse and led his large army into the palace to resume his life.
Su Qing also gathered her emotions and prepared to serve porridge. Because the firewood was burning vigorously, the porridge and steamed buns were quickly prepared.
Each refugee had a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun, but they didn't care about scalding it and ate it up in two or three times. Even if it was scalded and their mouths were full of bubbles, they didn't mind.
Some people knelt down and kowtowed gratefully to Su Qing after receiving the food. Su Qing couldn't bear the pain, so she quickly helped them up.
Suddenly a little boy ran over, knelt down in front of Su Qing, and kept kowtowing.
"Little brother, don't worry. If you have any difficulties, you can tell your sister."
Su Qing helped him up and touched the boy's hair. He could also touch the unmelted snow on her hair, which seemed to have turned into ice.
"Sister, please save my mother." He almost burst into tears. Her mother fainted from the cold. If no one helps her, she will die.
Su Qing asked Lian'er to continue serving porridge, while she followed the boy with Mo Qi.
She had asked Mo Qi to wait outside the house before, just because she was afraid that someone would get sick and miss the best opportunity for treatment.
At a corner not far from Su's house, there was a woman covered with snowflakes. She was wearing thin clothes, her cheeks were red, and her lips were purple from the cold.
Even though he had fainted, his body was still shivering from the cold.
"It's okay, I just fainted from the cold." Mo Qi felt her pulse and said.
Su Qing nodded and asked him to take the people back to the Su Mansion.
There are more and more people at the porridge shed. The people in the two porridge sheds are overwhelmed. Everyone in the Su Mansion is busy non-stop. The kitchen is also cooking porridge, and the cook is very busy.
Can't stop for a moment.
Pot after pot of porridge was brought out, and pot after pot was cooked, but even so, they didn't dare to rest.
Because the queue was so long, if it hadn't been for today, they wouldn't have known that there were so many people without food on this snowy day.
There were always people outside the porridge shed, and by midnight, the number of people gradually became less and less, but the snow was still falling and it never stopped.
Heavy snowflakes fall from time to time, bringing not only a sense of coldness, but also a sense of deathly silence.
And this snow, no one knows how many lives were lost.