Whether you call him a civilian or a civilian husband.
Ultimately, the essence is the same.
It is precisely because of their presence that disaster relief can be carried out safely.
After the civilians maintained order.
Disaster relief officially began.
Long lines of victims slowly walked towards the porridge shed.
After walking to the porridge shed, you will receive a bowl of rice porridge and half a pancake from the porridge shed.
Without waiting for prompting from the peasants, the people who received the food wolfed down all the porridge and rice as they walked.
Then he handed the coarse porcelain bowl to the servant waiting behind the porridge shed.
From the servant, he exchanged a coarse porcelain bowl for half a piece of cake.
Then he hid the two half-pancakes in his chest and quickly moved away from the crowd.
I was afraid that if I walked slowly, someone would snatch the pancakes away.
And the servant who received the coarse porcelain bowl waited until the coarse porcelain bowls were piled into a pile.
He was carried directly to the front.
This forms a closed loop.
If not, where did so many bowls come from?
Xu Yi looked quietly at the porridge shed below.
After a while.
Xu Yi stepped down from the height and walked towards the porridge shed.
This walk was particularly smooth.
After a while, Xu Yi walked to the porridge shed.
"grown ups!"
When the soldiers guarding the porridge shed saw Xu Yi approaching, they quickly clasped their fists and saluted.
Even the servants who were fetching food could not help but pause.
What's more, he put down the spoon directly, bowed his hand towards Xu Yi and shouted "Sir."
Xu Yi waved his hand and said calmly: "No need to be polite! Don't delay giving porridge!"
After everyone returns to normal.
Xu Yi stepped forward and picked up a piece of cake.
The pancake was extremely thin compared to the pancakes sold in the city.
Moreover, not only is it thin, but the ingredients used in the pancakes are also a little bit worse than those in the city.
Xu Yi turned to look at a servant dressed as a butler who appeared at an unknown time.
He opened his mouth and asked: "How many pancakes has Pingyi Bofu prepared this time?"
Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly raised his hands and replied: "Sir, my uncle has prepared thirty-five thousand pancakes for this disaster relief!"
There were 35,000 pancakes, and there were almost 50,000 people outside Xuanping Gate.
So many pancakes are obviously not enough.
The butler obviously knew this very well.
As soon as he finished speaking, he added again: "My uncle also knows that 35,000 pancakes are definitely not enough."
"But there is nothing my uncle can do. The food provided by the court is only enough for 30,000 pancakes."
"The remaining five thousand pancakes were brought out by my uncle from his own pocket."
Xu Yi looked thoughtful.
The steward hurriedly added: "You don't know that even the food for these 30,000 pancakes was brought out from the Yamen by my uncle after a lot of effort."
"Last night, the imperial court only gave food to fifteen thousand people."
People may not understand what the black python robe represents.
But as the steward of Uncle Pingyi's family, how could he not recognize what the python robe represents?
Today, except for the prince, no one dares to wear a python robe blatantly.
And there are soldiers guarding him?
Xu Yi nodded noncommittally.
Then he walked towards the wooden barrel containing porridge and rice.
The porridge and rice in the wooden barrel may be more appropriately called rice soup.
Fortunately, there is a small amount of corn, sorghum and soybeans in each spoonful of rice soup.
Discussing quality over quantity is tantamount to being a hooligan.
Judging from the on-site porridge service, the porridge and rice prepared by Pingyi Bofu is not unscrupulous.
If what the steward said is true, the problem still lies in the relief food.
Xu Yi turned around and walked towards the housekeeper of Pingyi Bofu.
Even though there are already speculations in my mind.
Still asking: "What did your uncle give you?"
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper hurriedly raised his hands and saluted again, and replied without hesitation: "My uncle asked us to rescue as many victims as possible."
“But as you can see, there’s only so much food.”
The housekeeper pointed helplessly at the porridge shed.
Then he continued: "Before coming, my uncle wanted to take care of those victims who are still able to move."
"All victims who can move around will receive a bowl of porridge and a pancake."
"After these people have eaten, the remaining pancakes and gruel are divided into half portions and distributed to the victims who have no strength to move."
"Find a way to hang their lives."
Hang your life, such a cruel and helpless word.
Xu Yi nodded noncommittally. From a rational point of view, Ping Yibo's handling method was undoubtedly the best.
But, in the final analysis, this is not a helplessness and compromise.
Xu Yi stood beside the porridge shed.
Quietly watching the servants of Pingyi Bo Mansion serving porridge, he sighed helplessly in his heart: "How many Pingyi Bos are there in this world?"
At the same time, I couldn't help but feel guilty about my thoughts in the morning.
The incident of Uncle Pingyi taught Xu Yi the most vivid and unforgettable lesson!
An hour and a half later.
When the sky is getting dark.
The disaster relief work of Pingyi Bo Mansion also officially ended.
Just as the steward said, the last grain was divided into two parts.
Adding more water to the rice porridge makes it thinner.
The pancake was split into two and became even less.
But even so, when the food was distributed to the hungry victims.
Still gained countless gratitude.
Things that others consider unpalatable are no less delicacies to them.
After all, that is what can save their lives.
Xu Yi took a deep look at the victims outside the city.
He turned around and followed the relief carriage, slowly walking towards the suspension bridge.
This time, a large number of victims still gathered near the suspension bridge.
Unfortunately, under the threat of soldiers with long spears and short swords.
Those victims could only plead.
Cross the suspension bridge.
The moment you walk into the city gate.
Xu Yi actually felt like he was in another world.
There are no more painful cries and pleas from the victims.
And those who know their fate. The cry of a child who could not resist.
Everything in the city seemed so quiet and peaceful.
It was so peaceful that Xu Yi felt an unreal feeling in his heart.
Rong Pingchuan walked down from the city gate tower.
He took a deep look at Xu Yi who was distracted.
I sighed in my heart and secretly prayed that the sixth prince and the commander-in-chief of Jing Zhaoyin's disaster relief would sincerely do something practical for the victims.
Rong Pingchuan sighed feebly and then quickly stepped forward.
He cupped his fists and greeted, "Sir."
Xu Yi, who came back to his senses, nodded slightly and said a few polite words.
Then he stopped staying.
For Xu Yi, the purpose of this trip out of the city seemed to have been achieved.
There is no point in staying here any longer.
He reached out and took the reins.
Xu Yi jumped onto his horse.
He and Zhao Shou quickly disappeared at Xuanpingmen.
Rong Pingchuan clasped his hands behind his back and looked quietly at the quickly disappearing figures of Xu Yi and his servant.
He sighed heavily.
Then he pulled Gu Dengyun aside and walked towards the city gate tower.
