When Bai Sheng was asked this question by the Pan family's sister-in-law, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
Yesterday, Bai Sheng was still very confident and confident when he was holding a bowl of white porridge.
Now that he thought about it carefully, Bai Sheng also felt a little indescribable.
What is refined grain? The most precious food!
Bai Sheng and the others knew that even if they were the old masters, they would be fine if they had enough food at home, and they would not be able to eat refined grains all the time.
No matter how rich Mr. Zhou Yi was, he would not be able to provide so many corvees with rice and refined grains every meal.
Just when Bai Sheng hesitated and didn't know how to answer, his mother-in-law Cuilan took the lead in responding: "Sister-in-law Pan, don't worry, you can't be wrong."
"My man brought home a bowl of refreshing rice porridge last night. I can't forget the taste yet!"
Seeing that his mother-in-law said this, Bai Sheng also hurriedly dealt with it.
Zhou Yi on the side saw that the number of people who came to repair the city wall was no longer increasing, so he ordered Qian Yong, the catcher on the side, to have everyone present form a team of ten as they did yesterday. The team formed today will be fixed in the future. If there are additional people in the future, they will be allowed to form their own team.
When Qian Yong was about to complete Zhou Yi's instructions, he was stopped by Zhou Yi and said: "By the way, there are many people today, so go prepare a few more pots for cooking porridge."
When Qian Yong left, he asked hesitantly: "Sir, are you going to give them such expensive rice porridge again today?"
"What? Don't you want to drink this rice porridge?" Zhou Yi asked.
The catcher Qian Yong shook his head repeatedly and said hesitantly: "No, no, it's just that the official thinks it's a bit too much to feed us this refined grain rice porridge..."
"It's a waste, isn't it?"
Qian Yong nodded slightly. The reason why he thought so was that Qian Yong believed that if the county magistrate replaced these refined grains with coarse grains, then the food in the county government granary would be able to last longer.
But at this moment, such a young county magistrate actually gave such valuable refined grain to the corvees for consumption. He really didn't know how to live.
What Qian Yong doesn't know is that what Zhou Yi is most in need of right now is food.
Taking advantage of someone asking this, this is an excellent opportunity to win people's hearts. How could Zhou Yi let it go?
"Your life is life, and the life of the princes and nobles is also life. Why can they eat well and use it well? Do the princes and generals have the right to live in peace?"
The sentence "Prince General Xiang Ning" almost gave Qian Yong a deafening feeling.
"Don't think that your lives are despised, while the lives of those princes and ministers are precious. In my place, human life is greater than heaven."
First, there is a saying that princes and generals should be happy, and then there is a saying that human life is greater than heaven. These two sentences shocked Qian Captou to the point of being stunned.
"Don't be in a daze here, go and complete what I asked you to do!" Zhou Yi reminded him.
Impressed by Zhou Yi's general pattern that human life is greater than heaven, Qian Yong thought to himself: "Master Zhou loves the people as much as his son, I will do my best for him."
Thinking of the money, the arrester began to organize these common people and start arranging queues.
Wang Erniu was lucky enough to be assigned to the same team as his neighbor Zhao Xiaomao.
Previously, the city walls in Pingliang County were all made of rammed earth. Because the ramming was not solid, it was easily broken.
With this lesson in mind, Zhou Yi would naturally not build this kind of earthen city wall again, but chose to build a brick city wall outside the original city wall.
Now this group of corvees brought in by Zhou Yi are digging soil, burning bricks, and building walls.
These three procedures require a lot of manpower to carry out, and even though there are now more than 400 people, Zhou Yi still feels that it is not enough.
Today, Wang Erniu and his group were assigned the task of burning bricks.
Wang Erniu and several new members joined the team, but they failed to solidify several bricks because they were too hungry.
Before the team leader noticed, Zhao Xiaomao saw it and quickly helped these people to make amends. He still resented the lack of iron and said, "Er Niu, this is the city wall we build to protect ourselves. We can't be careless about this!"
Wang Erniu didn't understand this. Zhao Xiaomao was whipped yesterday, so how could he still work so hard?
I want Wang Erniu to say that this world is too miserable and I can't even get enough to eat. It would be better to break the city wall and be killed by the Huns or Khitans.
But by lunch time, Wang Erniu's idea completely changed.
Wang Erniu looked at the white rice porridge in his hand with a look of disbelief.
"This this…"
"Am I still in a dream?" Wang Erniu's first reaction was exactly the same as that of Zhao Xiaomao and others who came yesterday. They stared at the thick porridge in their hands in a daze.
Wang Erniu carefully took a sip of the white porridge, and the rich rice aroma spread quickly from the tip of his tongue to his brain in the next second.
"It smells so good~"
"It's so beautiful~"
"Life can be so happy~"
At this moment, Wang Erniu no longer had the extreme thought of being killed by the Xiongnu or Khitan for relief.
Zhao Xiaomao, who came back from picking mustard, looked at Wang Erniu, who only had white porridge, and quickly reminded him: "Why did you just make white porridge? Why don't you go over there and get some Fuling pickle!"
Zhao Xiaomao's voice awakened Wang Erniu from his intoxication.
Wang Erniu asked blankly: "What kind of pickled mustard?"
Zhao Xiaomao picked a short piece of mustard from his bowl and stuffed it into Wang Erniu's mouth.
In an instant, a salty, sweet, slightly spicy taste rippled on Wang Erniu's tongue.
The excited Wang Erniu was about to rush out to grab the most delicious Fuling mustard.
Zhao Xiaomao, who was afraid that Wang Erniu didn't understand the rules, quickly grabbed him and said, "Erniu, remember, you must line up when you go to pick mustard later. Don't disrupt the order of the team."
Wang Erniu nodded knowingly and stood at the end of the mustard queue.
By the time Wang Erniu came back from harvesting mustard vegetables, Zhao Xiaomao's bowl of porridge was already empty.
But Wang Erniu was reluctant to drink such delicious rice porridge. He wanted to keep half of it and take it home for his sister-in-law and nephew to taste this delicacy.
Neighbor Zhao Xiaomao also saw what Wang Erniu was thinking, and said with a smile: "Erniu, just drink it boldly. If you feel it's not enough, you can queue up again to get it."
After hearing this, Wang Erniu couldn't believe it. He exclaimed and asked: "What? This bowl is not enough, can you continue to drink? Don't try to trick me!"
Zhao Xiaomao knew that Wang Erniu didn't believe it, so he went to make another bowl of rice porridge and pickled mustard.
Zhao Xiaomao said with a smile: "Yesterday, the county magistrate said that as long as there is no waste, we can eat whatever we want until we are full!"
After hearing this, Wang Erniu couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.
The word "full" is such an out-of-reach word for Wang Erniu and even the people in Pingliang County.
But now, as long as he serves as a corvee under Master Zhou Yi, he can have all he wants.
This is something I have never dared to imagine before.
Now Wang Erniu finally knows that there is a kind of happiness called corvee.
Of course, this has to be a corvee under Master Zhou Yi!
