The purpose of raising the cost of entering the city is to keep out most of the victims.
If all victims can enter at will, the city will be in chaos.
"Without enough food, everything is empty talk."
The victims could only survive for two more days. When the relief food
arrived Xingluo's eyes flashed slightly and he shook his head invisibly.
He put twenty freshly baked meat skewers on the plate, "Father-in-law, don't worry, this is something that the imperial envoy should consider."
As for ordinary people like them, they just need to take care of their own three-thirds of an acre of land.
Shenjiacun now has no worries about food and drink, and there are more than 200 people working for him. He is as happy as a god.
I have never been so happy before the snowstorm.
"You're right!"
I'm just a escort. My daughter and son-in-law can eat and drink well, so what do I care about?
Cheng Daqian suddenly became enlightened upon hearing this, and his frowning eyebrows finally relaxed.
At this moment, he felt his stomach was empty and his intestines were raging, and the aroma of the meat skewers penetrated his nose desperately.
"Ouch, what delicious food did my daughter make again? It's so delicious!"
Cheng Xi twitched the corner of her mouth, I bet you just discovered it?
"Your son-in-law grilled it, would you like to try it?"
She handed over the plate with the meat skewers and sprinkled a handful of chili powder on it.
Father Cheng is a generous man who loves spicy food. Eating meat and drinking alcohol is his essence. As for pancakes, green onions and the like, he doesn't need them at all.
This thing should be left to yourself and Xiaoqi.
"Let's eat!"
Let's make some meat skewers tonight.
When the elder shouted, Shen Xingqi became the favorite one in the family, and even specially filled a bowl of wine for Cheng Dagan.
"Uncle Cheng, you drink!"
"Xiao Qi is still sensible. Back then when I was drinking with your father, I was only allowed to drink from a cup, which was not tasty enough!" The
charcoal in the iron trough was filled with charcoal, and it was burning red. , you can feel the heat radiating from far away. The iron trough is covered with a layer of meat skewers, with alternating fat and lean meat, and occasionally a piece of vegetable as a guest appearance.
Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi sat on the east and west sides of the iron trough and started working together. The couple cooperated tacitly and baked two plates in a short time.
Cheng Daqian ate with peace of mind. From time to time he would grab a handful of green onions and put them into his mouth to season. The number of cold dishes on the table was also decreasing at an incredible speed.
Shen Xingqi felt a little guilty at first. Why was she the only junior eating like this?
But when she saw her brother and sister-in-law cooperating seamlessly without any communication, she looked at each other with strange eyes, and she suddenly felt that the meat skewers she had just eaten in her stomach were swelling.
Forget it, she'd better eat skewers.
"Sister-in-law, can you roast some vegetables?"
I haven't eaten that stuff yet, and I don't know what it tastes like.
"Okay."
Cheng Xi grabbed a handful of skewered vegetables and placed them on the iron trough. After a while, there was a burst of fragrance.
Cheng Daqian, who was making skewers, was shocked, "What is so fragrant?"
It didn't smell like meat!
So Shen Xingqi watched helplessly as her brother took the vegetable skewers from his sister-in-law and put them on Cheng Dagan's empty plate.
She: "."
There is no place for her in this family, right?
***
In the Shen's Ancestral Hall, two old men with gray hair and completely different temperaments were chatting around the brazier.
You talk to me, and from time to time you raise the tea cup in your hand to take a sip. The scene is exceptionally harmonious.
Mr. Jiang stayed in the village for three days in a row. Every day he was either walking around the village or chatting with his sixth uncle. He didn't have the airs of an imperial envoy at all.
But the housekeeper behind the old man became more and more anxious day by day.
"Master, should we enter the city?"
You still have the emperor's orders.
If this delay continues day by day, both the capital and the victims will have to wait impatiently!
"Why are you panicking?"
Mr. Jiang didn't care. He put his hands behind his back and strolled slowly, "Isn't Zhou Lesong going to be giving porridge at the city gate from today on?" "
But that's not your order?"
Lin'an The prefect is giving porridge, and many people inside and outside the city call him "good official" and almost forget about locking them outside the city, but our situation is getting worse and worse.
"It doesn't matter who gave the order, as long as the victims can have a hot bite."
Jiang Lao thought very openly. At this time, his eyes were looking at a group of young skiers rushing down the mountain with a look of relief on their faces.
This thing is really easy to use. If people in the north can ski, wouldn't they be able to go out at will in winter?
Even if there is a snowstorm, you can still travel thousands of miles in a day!
If it was used for a messenger station or a war,
Jiang Ming had no idea that his master was secretly working for the welfare of the people of Dayan. He followed behind him and said anxiously, "According to the distance we set out from the capital, three days ago It's time to get to Fucheng."
The guards who were beaten to the point of losing their skin by the victims a few days ago have recovered from their injuries, so why is there any need to stay?
Since the team set off from the capital, his master has become more and more anxious day by day. He wants to spread his wings and fly to Lin'an Fucheng. Why is he not in a hurry when he is almost there?
The housekeeper didn't understand.
"That's what you're talking about, so there's no need to worry."
Mr. Jiang withdrew his gaze and turned back to the ancestral hall as if he had made up his mind, "The day before yesterday, I asked the third master of Qingshan Village to write a letter to inform the Zhou Prefecture. The news that we were ambushed."
The old man's words were not surprising and he continued:
"In Zhou Lesong's eyes, we are already dead people."
Jiang Ming: "?!"
"Dead people?"
Cheng Xi opened his eyes in surprise, "Jiang Ming Sir, do you want to take advantage of the situation?"
"Yes."
Shen Xingluo said, "So these more than 200 bandits cannot be escorted to Fucheng for the time being, and we have to keep them for some time." The
scars on the man's face are getting lighter and lighter, and the clear and handsome appearance in the past has faded. Seventy to eighty percent has been recovered.
Perhaps due to the extra training in recent months, the bookishness in his body was replaced by the murderous spirit, and his whole person was exposed.
With such momentum, everyone would believe it because of his background, right?
Cheng Xi looked away, "I said that Uncle Zheng has been so happy these past two days because he has someone to help him."
Every time he meets the patrol team when he goes out, they are obviously more enthusiastic.
Shen Xingluo paused slightly when he heard the words, his eyes looked slightly strange.
In fact, the bandits headed by the big boss were almost driven crazy by the torture.
Originally, they were bandits who had been living without food for three years. Their days in Qingshan Village were as happy as gods. They only occasionally went down the mountain and waved their swords to scare caravans into fights. In most cases, they still relied on their numerical advantage. Achieve victory.
But now they are not only required to do dirty work every day, but they also have to get up early!
This is literally killing me.
After finally hearing the news from the villagers that Fucheng had opened its doors, I originally thought that I could "escape" by surrendering to the government officials who were escorting them on the way back to Fucheng, but I never expected that the villagers wouldn't even give them this chance!