He scooped up the porridge with a spoon and poured it into the bowl. The bowl was full with two large spoons. The man hurriedly held it and went to drink it, not caring whether it was hot or not.
The hot porridge swirls in the mouth, passes through the throat, and enters the stomach. My stomach warms up and I feel very comfortable.
Many people queued up and drank from the bowls. After drinking, I was not satisfied and wanted to pick it up again, but was told to queue up again.
"I just walked away a little bit. I was in front of everyone. Get a bowl."
"Please go to the back and line up." Yingcai had a warm smile on his face.
There are always people who can't grasp it clearly and try to push the envelope even further.
"How long do you have to wait to get back in line? What's wrong with you moving your hands to scoop me a bowl?"
Zeng Rongen was displeased because he didn't want to delay the people lining up behind him. Just when he was about to plead, Yingcai said coldly: "Pull it down."
The two soldiers guarding the porridge stall took the order and stepped forward. The man screamed and was gagged and taken to a corner to have his neck wiped.
Someone quickly disposed of the body, and the two soldiers returned to their posts. People who saw this scene were filled with fear, and those who were ready to take action stopped thinking.
Yingcai smiled softly: "Your Majesty is kind, but that's not the reason for you to bite your nose and face."
No one dared to speak.
Those who still want a second bowl obediently go to the back and queue up. It's not worth dying for such a small thing.
"Listen carefully." Ying Cai put down his spoon and looked at the people. "Your Majesty's order is an imperial edict. No one must violate it or show any disrespect. Remember, your Majesty can give you food and keep you alive. You can also give it easily. You’re on your way.”
After saying that, she asked the soldiers to take charge of serving porridge.
Everyone was silent as they watched Yingcai turn around and enter the general's mansion. Zeng Rongen's heart was burning.
In the general's mansion, in the backyard.
Zhu Qinghong followed Ono's instructions and came to a house surrounded by fences.
The house has three floors and looks like a huge and exquisite birdcage. There was a sense of oppression in the room, and suddenly a black figure hit the fence.
It was actually a black panther. It slams into the fence, even when injured, with ferocious ferocity.
The black panther is a little thin, not like the vigorous leopard in Zhu Qinghong's impression. A leopard in peak condition has just the right amount of body muscles and beautiful running lines.
Thinking about it, it is true that the army has no food, how can there be food to feed the panthers. Zhu Qinghong raised his hand and took out a piece of raw meat and threw it in.
The black panther took one bite and devoured it.
Watching it eat three times, five times and two times, Zhu Qinghong raised his lips and said, "Do you want to come out?"
Glancing at Zhu Qinghong, the black panther licked its paws.
Zhu Qinghong took out another piece of raw meat and said seductively: "Don't you want to come out?"
As soon as his eyes lit up, the black panther stretched out his claws to hook the raw meat. Zhu Qinghong took a few steps back and said, "Follow me and let you eat as much as you want."
The Black Panther looked disdainful and lay gracefully on the ground.
This is a spiritual leopard, and Zhu Qinghong is very interested.
"Since you don't want to come out and want to starve to death inside, I won't force you." Zhu Qinghong took back the meat, turned around and left.
Eyes widening in disbelief, the black panther stared at her figure. Zhu Qinghong turned his head and it immediately looked away, as if he always looked arrogant.
Zhu Qinghong walked back: "I'll give you one last chance. Will you come out with me?"
The black panther looked at her for a long time and finally stretched out his claws. Zhu Qinghong slashed the fence with his knife: "You are too thin, you have to feed..."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out. After being imprisoned for a long time, the black panther escaped and had fun everywhere.
Zhu Qinghong caught up with him in a flash and reached out to pinch the back of its neck. With his feet off the ground, the rather large black panther looked at Zhu Qinghong in confusion.
"Be good and give you meat to eat." Zhu Qinghong touched its head, "You have good qualifications. Let's carry out genetic modification."
After saying this, she threw the black panther into the space door.
The robotic arm quickly took over and dragged it into the culture tank for genetic modification.
"Having a mount will save a lot of trouble in the future." Zhu Qinghong smiled with satisfaction.
Future appearances will surely attract more attention.
She went back to the main hall to make arrangements for the rest of the day. The porridge is free on the first day, but you need to pay for it from the second day onwards.
The people took out their savings, but Yingcai said he would only accept copper coins from the Yunhong Dynasty. If the currency is different, wouldn’t it be impossible to buy it? It can be exchanged and earned through work.
Exchange it, ten for one.
Even if the people think it is a scam, they have to change it. Those who really have no money go to work to make money.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
What do people eat if they don’t farm? Reclamation and planting should be able to harvest before the end of the year.
In order not to dampen the enthusiasm of the people.
Zhu Qinghong specially asked Ono to put a little water in and wait for the crops to be harvested before cooling down.
Ono opened the energy shield to maintain a certain temperature. Everyone knows about the benefits for newbies.
In addition to planting, skilled people returned to their old occupations. Anyway, we can't just eat and wait to die. Zhu Qinghong doesn't care for idlers. Su Rui has her protection to protect the crops.
Fang Youan had to take several temperature-maintaining orbs and arrange them for the crops. When sweet potatoes and potatoes sprout, daily life in the city has resumed.
The people have obviously gained weight and have smiles on their faces. Their eyes are full of expectations for a better future.
The Black Panther was genetically modified successfully, and after putting on the mecha, he went crazy and blew up the sky. It likes to spread its wings and hover over the city, as if patrolling its territory.
Black Panther is enjoying himself now, eating various delicacies with Zhu Qinghong every day. It's okay to lie on the eaves and dry your belly.
The people in these three cities lived well, and word of this soon spread to other cities in the Sheng Kingdom. The lonely people chose to pack up their bags and go away, while those with families and families were looking forward to the arrival of Zhu Qinghong's army every day.
Under repeated oppression by the army, the people's lives were worse than death, with only this little hope left.
Shengguo, imperial city.
royal palace.
Feng Han was so angry that he threw several tea cups: "What do you mean you can't conquer it?"
The general below replied: "Our army's food reserves are insufficient. What we can plunder from the people is limited. If you lose the three cities, you will lose them. The more important thing is to quell the civil strife first. The soldiers in the hands of the Zhang family and Sang Xu disappeared without a trace. No trace, must be found as soon as possible.”
"It's been so long since I've found it, what are you doing for a living!" Feng Han picked up an inkstone and hit the general on the head, saying gloomily, "Spread the news and behead Sang Xu tomorrow. I don't believe they won't show up. If they don't show up, Sang Xu will be beheaded." His head is hung on the city wall."
The general was bleeding from his head without wiping it off.
He bowed and stepped back, wanting to see the prison but then stopped. Confused, very confused.
Unable to see the future of the country, the generals did not know what to do. It is said that three cities were captured, but the enemy did not kill a single civilian.
They gave food and money.
Teach the people to farm and become self-reliant. Now the people in those three cities are living very well.
The human heart has been lost and cannot be taken back.
The civil strife had just ended and there were heavy casualties, and they were unable to recapture the three cities.
Sang Xu, Sang Xu, caused civil strife over a woman. Isn't it shameful for a general to tear the country into pieces?
Sighing softly, he didn't go to jail after all.
It is a shame in the military for the juniors we once valued the most to go astray and turn their backs on the country.
The second day. A disheveled man was dragged to the execution ground and waited for a long time without anyone coming to rescue him. The executioner raised his knife and struck down the head with one blow.
Many people hiding in the dark struggled to endure, their eyes were red, or their hands were bleeding from pinching.
The soldiers hung the heads on the city walls so that everyone who passed by could see them. It's just that the long hair covers his face, so he can't see who he is.
Zhang Wenrong suddenly woke up from his nap, his heart beating very fast, mixed with unreasonable uneasiness.
She walked out of the room to get some air, but felt even more tight in her chest. Fidgeting uneasily and frowning, Zhang Wenrong didn't know what was wrong with him. Could something have happened?
She couldn't figure it out and could only calm down slowly.
Three days later, Wei Wan sent a message to his Majesty to summon him. Zhang Wenrong went there and was surprised and happy to see the people in the room.
She went up to him: "Brother, why are you here? Are my parents okay? Is my brother okay?"
"They are all very good. It's just..." Zhang Jin, the eldest son of Zhang, hesitated to speak.
Zhang Wenrong felt inexplicably uneasy and his eyes were panicked.
Knowing it was difficult to speak, Zhu Qinghong did it for him: "Sang Xu was beheaded three days ago. His head was hung on the city wall."
"What?" Zhang Wenrong could hardly find his voice. Impossible, impossible, Huailin is so powerful...
"After we sent you away, we raised troops with Huailin." Zhang Jin choked with sobs. "The plan went smoothly. However, General Li was too strong and delayed Fenghan's return to the city. In order to protect us, Huailin only led a few people to divert Fenghan away. , and was finally caught.”
With tears filling his eyes, Zhang Wenrong shook his head gently.
She doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe it.
Huailin became famous at a young age, wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
He is the youngest general in the Sheng Kingdom and has fought countless victorious battles. Since he chose to cut off the queen, he must have left a way out. He will definitely not die...
Zhang Jin said in pain: "Three days ago, Feng Han spread the news and beheaded Huailin. We knew it was a trap, and we wanted to save him. But we couldn't do it at all. You, the only one who showed the power of the priest, were crippled. We saved him I can't save him, I can't save him..."
Regardless of the Zhang family or the rebels, Sang Xu is their backbone. Now that the backbone is gone and the maximum combat power is lost, it is equivalent to the tiger having its teeth pulled out.
He went to save people, but he died in vain. If they don't save him, they can still retain some strength.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, Zhang Wenrong opened his mouth but could not make any sound. She felt suffocated and the world collapsed.
The boy who teased her when she was young and gave her hairpins when she grew up. The little person is white and fat, so don’t talk awkwardly to her.
"Ah Rong, my aunt said that you are very handy and the best at taking care of your hair. Please help me comb my hair. The maid does not do it well."
The young man who was loyal but chose to rebel for her. The sadness in his eyes was as deep as the ocean, and he cried out word by word.
"Wen Rong, let's go. Go far away."
The boy who sat on the horse and stretched out his hand to her with a bright smile. He took her hand and held her in his arms. She lowered her head shyly and heard his hearty laughter.
She scolded and beat him, and he held her fist in his palm, holding the reins and moving forward together.
"Don't you want me to teach you how to ride a horse? Come on, I'll pull you up. What are you afraid of? With me here, this horse won't dare to act recklessly."
The boy who sent her away with eyes full of farewell. "Don't come back."
The young man with eyes full of affection, staring at the girl he loves...
"A Rong, A Rong. We have finally made an engagement. When I come back from the expedition, we will get married."
After all, they didn't wait for the day to get married.
Because she was deprived of her priestly power, she was imprisoned in the palace and never saw the light of day. He broke into the palace to save her, was sentenced to death with a rod, and then sent her away after the imperial edict was issued.
Suffering is left to him, and a promising future is left to her.
"Wen Rong, I wish you a happy life."
(End of chapter)
