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 can only survive for two more days until relief food arrives.
Shen 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 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.
"that's right!"
I'm just a escort, my daughter and son-in-law just need to eat and drink well, why do I care about so much!
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.
"Oh, my daughter, what are you cooking for again? It's so delicious!"
Cheng Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, "Did you just find out?"
"Your son-in-law baked 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, drink!"
"Xiaoqi is still sensible. 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 is filled with charcoal, and it is burning red and hot. You can feel the heat emanating from it even from a distance. There is a layer of meat skewers on top of the iron trough, with alternating between fat and lean meat, and occasionally a piece of meat. Vegetables make a cameo.
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 tried that stuff yet, so I don’t know what it tastes like.
"OK."
Cheng Xi grabbed a handful of skewered vegetables and placed them on the iron trough. After a while, a burst of fragrance came from them.
Cheng Daqian, who was playing skewers, was shocked, "What smells so good?"
It doesn’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 go into the city?"
You still have the imperial mandate.
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 take it seriously, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back, "Isn't Zhou Lesong giving porridge at the gate of the city from today on?"
"But that's not your order?"
When the prefect of Lin'an Prefecture gave out porridge, many people inside and outside the city called him a "good official" and almost forgot about locking them out of 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."
Mr. Jiang was very thoughtful. At this moment, he was looking at a group of young skiers rushing down the mountain with a look of relief on his face.
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 is used in a message station or in a war,
Jiang Ming had no idea that his master was secretly working for the benefit of the people of Dayan. He followed behind him, mouth bubbling anxiously, "According to the distance we set out from the capital, we should have arrived at Fucheng three days ago."
The guards who were beaten to the point of losing their skin by the victims a few days ago have recovered from their injuries. 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 butler 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 that we were ambushed."
The old man’s words are not surprising:
"In Zhou Lesong's eyes, we are already dead."
Jiang Ming: "?!"
"dead?"
Cheng Xi's eyes widened in surprise, "Master Jiang, do you want to take advantage of this?"
"yes."
Shen Xingluo said, "So these 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 his former Qingjun appearance has recovered to 70% to 80%.
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 take care of him."
Every time I meet a patrol team when I go out, they are obviously very enthusiastic.
Shen Xingluo paused slightly when he heard this, 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 surrender and "escape" 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!
(End of chapter)
