Lao Hu was immersed in self-movement and was already in tears.
But the grievances accumulated by the victims these days will not be let go just because the officials shed some tears.
"You? You all regard us from other places as a burden. The porridge here is getting thinner day by day. You still say that you have no evil intentions and are greedy for our food? Then let me ask you, where is the food given to us by the court?" The old man with white beard and hair, with bulging eyes on his thin face, roared at Hu Xian Cheng with almost all his strength, and sprayed Lao Hu's face with spit foam.
Lao Hu was sprayed and felt that the spit particles on his face were like ants, a little itchy and disgusting.
But he endured it and did not wipe it. Instead, he looked at the old man with an aggrieved face. For a moment, his eyes showed grievance, disappointment, and a thousand words, but there was no anger.
The victims were stunned. This official was wronged!
Hu Xian Cheng spoke, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Folks, do you think our Hailing County government treats you as a burden?"
He pointed at a group of officials behind him and said: "Since the floods, Hailing County has also been affected by the disaster. You have no food to eat, but if you ask them, as the officials of this county, they can hardly open the pot at home!"
When a group of officials heard this, they all secretly clenched their fists and their eyes were slightly hot.
"They are also raised by their parents. For the sake of everyone, regardless of their family, they give porridge every day. Moreover, they will be searched when they leave this porridge. Anyone who dares to bring a grain of rice home will be dismissed from their official status!"
"Buzz..." The victims nearby whispered to each other.
"That's right, I saw that after they put the porridge out every day, they would be searched by the government officials!"
"I saw it too!"
Hu Xian Cheng waved his hand and said: "Fellows, do you think our Hailing County government treats you as a burden?"
"Do you know? The last grain of rice from the Yongfeng warehouse of the county government is now in the big pot in front of everyone. The county has used all the last grains of rice that can be taken out to make porridge for everyone!"
Before anyone could react, Hu County Cheng continued: "Since I learned that Yongfengcang was short of food, more than a dozen of the third shift and officials from the county government and I set out early to Huai'an Changyingcang to beg for food for everyone. It has been so many days. , our third shift and officials can’t go back to their homes, and they rush to various yamen in Huai’an every day for everyone!”
"If they dislike you as a burden, don't they have a family? Don't they want to stay with their families to fight against natural disasters?"
At this time, some victims with children put themselves in their shoes and realized that this was really the case.
When something like this happens, they know that even if they die together, don't the officials in Hailing County know how to reunite with their families?
Thinking of this, many women tugged at their husbands beside them and whispered to them to stop making trouble.
At this time, the Prime Minister of Hu County pointed to the people of his hometown and said: "You are all local people of this township. I believe many people have seen my previous posture, Old Hu."
After saying that, he made an arc with his hand in front of his belly, and then said: "In the past ten days or so, look, my Lao Hu's belly is gone! Why?"
He looked around and then said: "Because, I went to beg for food for everyone. I begged grandpa and sued grandma every day, and rushed to various yamen. I didn't even have time to eat. I was so worried that my hair turned white. It took more than ten days to get rid of this big belly!"
"besides!"
"We, County Magistrate Chen, are already thin. We have been running around for days. Yesterday, we collapsed from exhaustion. Now we are still lying in the county office, sighing, not getting enough water or rice!"
"Folks!" At this time, Hu County Cheng said affectionately: "We in Hailing County don't dare to say how well we have done, but we have really opened our hearts to everyone. I beg you, elders, give us some more time." , give us a little more time and we can get food!"
"OK……"
The victims were moved, and the middle-aged man just now had red eyes: "Mr. Hu, you and Mr. Chen are both good people! We all know that Mr. Chen comes to the shack every day to ask for help. We are not stupid people, and we remember his kindness in our hearts. Hey! After we go back, I will definitely set up a memorial tablet for you two to live forever!"
"But!" the middle-aged man changed the topic, "Master Hu, it's not that I, Wang Qiang, am ungrateful, it's really..."
At this point, his tears finally couldn't help but fall down, and his voice was so choked that he couldn't speak.
Seeing this, the people next to him quickly helped him: "Master Hu, this Wang Qiang's mother is sick and can't see anymore. Wang Qiang is a filial son, and he just wants his mother to have a few full meals before she leaves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many people around him started crying.
Obviously, this situation is not rare.
In fact, it is a miracle that the refugees in Hailing County can persist until now without a large-scale outbreak of plague or death.
If Hu Xian Cheng was acting a bit just now, he is really sad now.
He wiped away his tears and jumped down from the table. When he walked to Wang Qiang, he patted the big man on the back with tears in his eyes and choked with sobs: "You are a filial son!"
Wang Qiang cried, kneeling on the ground and crying with his head in his arms.
At this time, the man next to Wang Qiang choked up and said, "Master Hu, why haven't the imperial court's grains been allocated yet? Has it been embezzled by the people from the water transport yamen?"
Hu Xian Cheng sobbed and shook his head: "Folks, Caosi has its own procedures. Chang Yingcang also suffered a flood, but they have promised to allocate food to us!"
As soon as the people heard that there was food, they immediately became excited and asked: "Master Hu, when will the food arrive?"
Hu Xian Cheng said, "I don't know if I came back early. It could be one or two days at least, five or six days at most."
"What?" People are accustomed to magnifying crises to study them. When the people heard that there would be five or six days before they would have food, they couldn't help but make calculations in their minds.
Five or six days?
How many people died here on May and Sixth.
At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Master Hu, why don't you let the big grain merchants in the county distribute it to the county first, and then return it to them when the grain ship arrives?"
"yes!"
"That's right!"
"Master Hu, please help me!"
When Hu Xiancheng heard this, he knew that this self-directed and self-acted drama with the inexplicable participation of the masses was about to reach its climax.
At this time, Hu County Cheng became more cautious.
I saw that he was hesitant to speak, as if he had something to hide.
When people around him saw this, someone immediately asked: "Hu County Cheng, do you have anything bad to say?"
Hu Xian Cheng looked at the man and then murmured: "This is a big family in the county. The former minister of the Ministry of Industry, Mr. Xu, has been donating food to the porridge shed in the county!"
The victims suddenly started arguing: "The Xu family is a kind person, but your county government can't bully the Xu family and just keep asking them to provide food. No matter how big the family is, it will be emptied. Isn't this Hailing County?" Any other wealthy family?"
When Hu Xian Cheng heard this, his heart suddenly trembled, and he quietly looked into the distance from the corner of his eyes.
I saw one person yelling among the victims in Hailing County: "Why not? All the big households in Hailing County are being coerced by a family named Huang and will not provide food to us victims!"
