Behind Li Qing, there were five to six hundred people following.
With a bow and a sword behind his back, he looks so domineering that people dare not look directly at him.
Shen Xin only knew that Li Qing was coming, but he didn't know the specific time.
Li Qing didn't say it clearly, but suddenly galloped forward - imitating his son Li Wangbai, his main attack was to catch people off guard.
Therefore, when he arrived, Shen Xin had not had time to greet him.
Surrounded by guards, he glanced across the huge salt factory and first focused on the vast porridge tents.
"Um?"
"Do you still give porridge in the morning?"
Li Qing raised his eyebrows, and then discovered a large number of women and children.
Among them, there was even a mother who poured rice soup into her child's mouth.
This perfectly normal scene was quite dazzling when it appeared in Hedong, which had been suffering from famine for many years.
"It's really an eye-opener to give porridge to women and children."
The person who spoke was the tall warrior beside Li Qing.
This man was more than eight feet tall, with blue eyes and a yellow beard, and his name was Jiz. He was once a barbarian who invaded the Han Dynasty. Later, his troops were wiped out by the Daxia army and he was forced to flee to Hedong. He was taken in by Li Qing.
He was extremely brave in martial arts. Apart from Li Wangbai, the third son who was excellent in archery, he was the most powerful person in the Li family.
For many years, he has served as Li Qing's personal warrior.
"It seems that Shen Xin has a very strong foundation!" Li Qing's eyes turned cold: "He can be generous, but he cannot be generous with my things!"
This statement was greatly recognized by his followers.
One bowl of porridge per person, how many people can the whole salt help? How much food do you consume in vain every day?
Not to mention the women and children who don't work, now there are just coolies working outside, and they can just breathe a sigh of relief.
Isn't it normal to work with a rope hanging on your body and die from exhaustion, starvation, or being beaten to death?
The natural disaster in Hedong does not know when it will pass.
Who knows if Shen Xin's extravagance and waste will consume the food they will need in the future?
Also, Li Qing came here today to completely take over the Salt Gang, to establish new rules, and to establish his authority!
He raised his riding crop and pointed it at the mother and child: "Go and throw the child into the porridge pot."
"Since they like to eat, let them eat meat."
"yes!"
The two attendants responded very naturally.
After the Hedong Rebellion, they did too many things like this.
Not to mention throwing other people's children into the pot, those who really have no way to survive - the words "changing children and eating" are just a joke! ?
"What are you doing? Let go of my child!"
The skinny mother was pushed away, and a hoarse cry came from her throat: "Give me back the child!"
She rushed over again, reaching out and trying to take back her child.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"
The guard raised his foot and kicked the mother over, picked up the scabbard and smashed it into her calf.
Only a snap was heard——
"ah!"
The leg bone, which was as thin as a broomstick, was cracked. The woman huddled in pain and let out a miserable scream that was not like a human voice.
Another guard held the child in his hand and walked towards the porridge pot indifferently.
People eating porridge all looked over.
The eyes of the old, weak, women and children were full of fear, and they all shrank back.
Some young and middle-aged men looked at each other, with anger and shock in their eyes alternately, and then they gathered around and blocked his way:
"what are you up to?"
"Put the baby down!"
First there were a few people, then a dozen people, and finally about forty or fifty people were blocking the front.
The guard was also angry, drew his sword and threatened, shouting that he wanted to kill someone.
"Sect Master." Giz laughed, his eyes flashing fiercely: "Something's not quite right."
When people face difficulties in survival, all their character will degenerate into nothingness.
Any unity and mutual help will turn into bullshit!
Hungry people who don't have enough to eat will turn into zombies and become completely indifferent. When they see their companions in danger, their first reaction is not to help, but to wait for him to die - to eat his flesh!
But this group of people actually started to get organized.
"Yes." Li Qing responded in a deep voice and said: "It seems that the test is right... go to a small team, find out all those who resist, and cut them into pieces!"
The models must be killed, and the unformed tissue must be strangled in the embryo!
Li Qing gave an order, and a large number of warriors came out and moved forward with swords in hand.
"Wait!"
A person ran over, it was Manager Liu who was in charge.
His face was covered with cold sweat, and he saluted Li Qing: "Mr. Li, please show mercy."
Li Qing didn't even look at him: "Are you in charge?"
"yes."
"Did you make the soup?"
"Yes, we have been..."
Li Qing waved his hand: "Kill."
Manager Liu's expression changed drastically. He knelt down with a plop and kept kowtowing: "Mr. Li, spare your life! Spare your life!"
The two warriors didn't give him a chance to defend himself.
One person holds it down while the other draws out his sword and takes action.
"Mr. Li! Show mercy!"
At this moment, Shen Xin arrived late after receiving the news.
Seeing this situation, Shen Xin looked ugly, but he still saluted Li Qing: "Mr. Li, please calm down. I wonder what happened to offend Mr. Li?"
Facing Shen Xin, Li Qing finally showed a smile: "It's my father-in-law, you are too polite."
He ignored Shen Xin's words and put aside the question: "Has the father-in-law heard any news about Wang Bai?"
Shen Xin lowered his head, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and shook his head: "No."
"This brat, I don't know where he is." Li Qing scolded with a smile, and then said: "I saw that they were giving out porridge here, and even the cheap wives and children of the first family in Guizhou could eat it. I guess it was this steward who didn't know. It’s light and heavy, a waste of food.”
He raised his whip again and pointed at the many men blocking the pot: "And these despicable Guizhou leaders who have benefited from it dare to stop me from doing things. It seems that the management problem of the Salt Gang is very serious. If you don't kill people, the problem is It can't be solved, what do you say, father-in-law?"
"Mr. Li, have mercy!" Shen Xin handed over his hand again and said: "It's my intention to give out porridge and it has nothing to do with them."
"Oh?" Li Qing suppressed his smile and looked a little colder: "Does this mean you still have enough money and grain in your warehouse?"
"Only enough for seven days." Shen Xin answered honestly.
"That's because you wasted a lot, so it's only enough for seven days." Li Qing snorted coldly and ordered behind him: "Arrange people to go to the treasury and remove two-thirds of the food first."
"And these people..." He pointed his whip at Manager Liu, then nodded at the men, and finally hung it on Shen Xin's head: "Kill all those who deserve to be killed."
His men spring into action.
More and more people are flocking to the group of salt-negative warriors - because more and more warriors are coming.
This scene is really weird.
Others rushed to the warehouse, and even pushed the rice cart that had not yet been unloaded from the porridge tent and left.
"Mr. Li, have mercy!" Shen Xin said quickly: "It is not easy for these people to live, please give me some face."
"Give you some face?"
Li Qing smiled gloomily and said, "Okay, raise your head and let me see if you have enough face."
Shen Xin then raised his head: "Mr. Li..."
Snapped!
Li Qing swiped his whip across the opponent's face, his eyes full of murderous intent: "Give porridge to Guizhou heads to win over people's hearts. What do you want to do?"
"For the sake of your daughter, I will kill you today."
"You still dare to save face?"
"Shen Xin, I'm telling you—"
"Your face is not enough, it's far from enough!"
"Mr. Shen doesn't have enough face, what about me?"
A loud voice came from behind Shen Xin.
I saw an extremely tall masked man striding over with two followers behind him.
The male attendant wore his hair loose and hung a sword, and held a large earthen jar in his hand.
The pot was still steaming, smelling like bacon, like a pot of hot soup.
The female attendant has a slender and voluptuous figure, wrapped in a wide robe, with a long fiery whip tied around her waist.
As he walked around, two pairs of snow-white robes were looming between his robes.
Li Qingru heard the joke and looked sideways: "You?"
There was a blood mark on Shen Xin's face, but he did not cry out in pain. His eyes were clear and firm, and his tone was indifferent: "Mr. Li, let me introduce you to the leader of the Salt Gang, Zhou Jiao."
"The leader of the Salt Gang?!" Li Qing's face changed slightly and he looked at Shen Xin and laughed: "Shen Xin, are you the boss of two families at the same time? Where did this so-called Zhou Jiao come from?"
"It doesn't matter where I came from." The so-called Zhou Jiao smiled: "The important thing is that I can use this can of soup to get Mr. Li to show his favor."
"Huh?" Li Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Why, is that the immortal soup?"
Zhou Che did not answer, but glanced at Gai Yue.
Gai became more aware, took a step forward, and lifted the heavy earthen pot.
There was a layer of white foam floating on top of the hot soup.
Under the white foam, there seemed to be something dark.
"I want to see what kind of mystery you are making."
Li Qing sneered.
Various phenomena have shown that Shen Xin is working for this person.
And this man has great plans.
Therefore, this person must die!
He picked up the ladle and scooped it into the earthen pot.
That thing was quite heavy, and it took a lot of effort to lift it up.
A ferocious face that was first pickled and then boiled appeared in Li Qing's eyes.
He was startled at first and was about to get angry when he felt that the face looked familiar.
A cold look appeared on the corner of Zhou Che's mouth: "Why, you gave birth to a son, and you don't recognize him now that you're familiar with him?"
