Phoenix Dun·Huang Mansion
Mr. Huang can't feel better these days.
The son was proud of his official career and became the head of the Sichuan Qing Officials Department.
He became the leader of a group of local eunuchs at home, and even made the Xu family, the first wealthy family in the county, shun him.
More beautiful things are yet to come. Seeing that the Yongfeng warehouse in Hailing County has run out of food, the faces of the victims are getting sallower day by day. What does this mean?
It means that the day of closing the net is coming soon.
Thinking that large tracts of good paddy fields have become the property of the Huang family, and countless mud-legged people are turning their heads to the loess for their Huang wealth, he feels as happy as drinking bayberry ice drink.
But there are two sides to the story. Although he has been having a smooth sailing recently, he also has troubles.
The trouble is his useless second son.
These days, Huang Youcai always says in front of his father that he should accept whatever he wants and quickly turn the grain into fields. This is the top priority.
Ridiculous, a child knows nothing. If we harvest the fields now, we will probably harvest more than 200 hectares less than if we harvest the fields in a few days.
"You are still too young to be angry!" Huang Dewang smiled proudly.
But when he thought about the day before yesterday, when his son went to his grandmother's house in anger, he suddenly felt unhappy and his face became gloomy.
At this time, the Huang family's breakfast was ready.
When the servants came to invite him, Huang Dewang felt his stomach. It was too big to eat. Forget it, he would just ask someone to bring his son back after a while.
"What are you eating today?" Huang Dewang asked, holding his stomach in his hands.
"Sir, I'll live on cake today!" the maid replied.
Huang Dewang frowned and said: "It's too plain, let's get some fish soup noodles!"
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While Huang Dewang was enjoying the fresh fish noodle soup, in the Chengdong porridge shop just across the wall, the officials in Hailing County were frowning.
"Shen San, you said that the Yongfeng warehouse is already out of food. Why do you want to put this little rice into the pot to make porridge? What is the difference between drinking this porridge and drinking water?"
"Who knows about riding a horse? I played cards all night and my head hurts a lot. I'll sleep next to you for a while. Call me if you need anything!" Shen San yawned and said to the official.
The officials nearby looked at Wang Er like that and had nothing to say. What kind of situation is this?
The victims have been furious for a long time. Now they see the watery rice soup that can float even when dropped by a spoon. There will definitely be trouble today. This guy Shen San actually dares to sleep. How serious is this?
Shen San doesn’t care about that much. It’s not me, Shen San, who is hungry. The life and death of those victims is none of my business?
Thinking of this, he ignored everyone's surprised looks and lay down behind the porridge shed, crossed his legs, covered his face and fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but Shen San vaguely heard someone talking. He opened his eyes slightly and was startled. He saw the second master Hu Xian Chengzheng with several confidants from the household and ceremonial rooms. While talking, he walked towards the porridge shed.
Seeing Hu Xian Cheng getting closer and closer, Shen San quickly climbed up from the ground and complained: "Why is he still coming to the porridge market when there is no rice to cook with?"
While he was talking, the people around Hu County Cheng all dispersed and disappeared into the shacks of the victims.
And he walked around in front of the porridge shed.
Shen San ran up in one stride, hunched over and said with a smile, "Second Master, why are you here?"
Everyone secretly cursed this kid for being a jerk.
However, this kid Shen San really put his hot face on someone's cold ass. Hu Xian Cheng walked into the porridge shed with a dark face. He opened the lid and saw that there was a big pot full of porridge with just a few grains of rice. , the rest are just like water [congee soup].
At this time, there were already refugees, supporting the elderly and the young, pouring towards the porridge shed.
The Hailing County officials in the porridge shed suddenly became nervous. One of them said: "Second Master, given the situation today, why don't we transfer some third-class civilians from the county government? I always feel that something is going to happen!" "
"What happened?" Hu Xian Cheng turned to look at the man and said, "What happened? We in Hailing County have spent every last grain of food in the county warehouse for the victims. We have a clear conscience. Let me ask you, why did something happen? ?”
The official who kindly reminded him immediately shrank his neck when he saw this.
Shen San saw Hu Xian Cheng's performance from the side and sneered in his heart: "Can I still be a county magistrate? If it were so easy to be an official, I could also be an official! It's not obvious. The victims have no food. That's for sure. If you want to find a place to vent your anger, aren't you, Lao Hu, and County Magistrate Chen the best ones to vent your anger to?"
Sure enough, when the first victim saw the crystal clear porridge in his bowl, he immediately became angry.
This man in his forties smashed the broken bowl in his hand on the ground, turned to the victims behind him and said: "Folks, young and old, come and take a look. The porridge farm in Hailing County will be given to us." Drink this stuff!”
After speaking, he pointed to a water stain on the ground, and saw that there was a bowl of stubble in the water, and there was not even a grain of rice.
The victims immediately burst into an uproar.
"Other counties have allocated food to the victims, why don't we in Hailing?"
"Yes, where is the food the court gave us?"
"Isn't it because these officials colluded with the big grain merchants to get corrupted?"
"That's right, they must have been greedy and sold it to the big families in the county. These days, we poor people have no rice to cook, so we just sell our sons, daughters, and land. These evil-minded guys are just waiting for us to starve. Half dead!"
Seeing the fierce public sentiment, a group of subordinate officials were so frightened that their legs twisted and their faces turned pale. There was no one left to speak to refute.
But the house leaked and it rained all night, which was a bad luck that singled out those [wretched people].
Another group of people from Wuyangyang came from the north of the city.
I saw these people holding farm tools and rushing towards the porridge while shouting loudly.
When the middle-aged victim who spoke just now saw this, he yelled: "Folks, the locals from Hailing County are here to steal food again. Let's copy them and follow them!"
When a group of victims heard this, they immediately started rummaging around. Even the long benches where the officials sat in the porridge were snatched and demolished.
Unexpectedly, the local Hailing villagers did not talk nonsense to them as usual, but rushed directly to the porridge shed and shouted: "Does the county still care about us? People in the countryside have already begun to starve to death!" "
"That's right, the county is asking those big, evil grain merchants to release grain quickly. Let's buy it with money. Isn't it okay to buy it with money?"
The middle-aged man among the refugees saw this and sneered: "You are the only ones who believe in these officials in Hailing County. Their consciences are just like those big dogs, they are all black and rotten!"
"Fart..." Suddenly, a loud shout rang in the ears of the victims.
I saw Hu Xian Cheng, his hands on his hips, running to a wooden table in the porridge shed at some point, glaring at everyone.
"Fuck you, who told you that we are just like those black-hearted grain merchants and big business owners? When you said this, did you touch your conscience?" Hu Xian Cheng burst into tears with grievance. Staring fiercely at the crowd of people in front of him.
