Chapter 240

Soon, song Gufeng and Li Yuanlu came to the good porridge shed in Xicheng District with the crowd around them.

It was originally a manor, the property of Prince Qi's residence. After the people with uneven buildings arrived, they were requisitioned by his Highness the prince. Anyway, they are all their own things, and no one will have an opinion.

At the moment, the gate of the manor was wide open, and a large iron pot was set in the yard. In each pot, a large amount of white porridge was boiled, and some leaves of bitter cold grass floated from time to time.

In order to deal with the victims of the whole huge city, the matches under the big pot in the good porridge shed are kept constantly, one pot after another, so as to ensure that the victims have something to eat at all times.

Of course

The reason why there is such a shortage of supply is also because there are too many people.

Under the control of bitter cold grass, if they were not really hungry, they would not come here to drink porridge, but even so, their fire could not stop at all.

The crowd in line is like a long dragon. The long street in front of the manor has been lined up and divided into eight columns, which is particularly orderly outside the chaotic crowd.

Many victims whose houses were washed down by the flood simply slept on the ground in the street outside the manor. When they woke up hungry, they stood up quietly and lined up with a team.

Song Gufeng walked into a team. When he saw those people, he felt lucky. Although his home was dilapidated, at least he could live. He was better than these people who had nothing on the street.

Along the way, song Gufeng and Li Yuanlu talked and laughed, but when they came to the long street, they stopped talking, because it was too noisy and there were all kinds of messy voices around. Even if they were not far away, they had to shout to make each other hear each other's voices.

Song Gufeng and Li Yuanlu, both of whom came from academies and had read books, felt insulted by chatting in this public by pulling their necks and shouting, so they simply didn't say anything. They lined up quietly in the queue and thought about something else.

But at this time, I do not know how long the line, a clear voice, but shouted into their ears.

"Too bitter, too bitter! The acid water in my stomach is almost vomiting! You say, this delicious white porridge should be sweet and delicious, but they have to put these bitter cold grass in it. Isn't this a sincere trick on us? "

A middle-aged thin man in rags and dirty face just came from the front of the team, he winked and looked like he was going to vomit at any time.

When he walked into the crowd, several old men around him looked at each other, sighed and said, "it's good to have a bowl of rice in this world. If it's bitter, it's bitter. It is also kind of people to take out food to open a good porridge shed. How can we say that people play tricks on us? "

"Why isn't it a joke?"

The middle-aged thin man widened his eyes and said loudly, "old man, don't you know that the government has opened a good porridge shed now, and their good porridge, like those here, has bitter cold grass. If they didn't discuss it, who can believe it?

If there were no such precedent for the uneven building, the government's good porridge shed would not put bitter cold grass in it. This is a bad head for the uneven building!

Let me see, the good porridge shed in this uneven building makes the good porridge so bad, just to force us to buy his food, have you heard? The uneven building family is also selling food. If they can't eat good porridge, won't others have to buy his food? At that time, if they raise their prices again, they will immediately make a lot of money. Therefore, they are not really kind at all. They are all calculations! "

The voice fell, and the victims around heard it and immediately talked. Many people couldn't help nodding when they heard the middle-aged thin man's words.

First of all, there is a certain truth in what the middle-aged thin man said. Secondly, many victims present do not want to continue to drink those bitter good porridge. They have a grudge against it. Now, when the middle-aged thin man said something about conspiracy theory, they couldn't help but agree with it.

"It's reasonable to say that the reason why the uneven building made the good porridge so hard must be to make his family's food sell better. Moreover, it also made a bad head, which made the good porridge of the government not delicious. If the uneven building didn't do this, we could have eaten the good white porridge. Now our mouth is full of bitter porridge..."

The crowd, from several different places, echoed one after another, louder and louder one by one.

When the words came out, the victims around, whether sleeping on the street or waiting in line, were aroused their resentment and were very dissatisfied.

Yes, if there is no uneven building, putting bitter cold grass into the good porridge has made a bad head, then when the government opens the good porridge shed, the good porridge in it should be good white porridge.

Compared with the bitter and astringent good porridge, the victims certainly hope they can drink clean white porridge, so now they complain about the move of the uneven building.

Among the crowd, several people frowned and felt that what those people said was wrong, but they couldn't say what was wrong for another time. They just felt that they had ulterior motives in saying that the uneven building should be a misunderstanding

The middle-aged thin man who opened his mouth saw that the victims around showed the same look, complained about the uneven building, immediately sneered in his heart twice, and then pulled his neck and shouted: "father, villagers and relatives, we should unite to protest and let them stop putting bitter cold grass in the good porridge. Is that what people eat

"Yes! We want to protest! "

"That's not what people eat at all. We want to drink clean porridge!"

"The unjust buildings have lost all conscience. Even the victims have calculated. I don't think they are good people at all..."

“……”

The voices of Harmony Rose everywhere, and the emotions of the victims were soon mobilized. The shouts were higher and higher. Soon, half the street joined their voices.

Just when the crowd was full of blood and resentment, ready to rush to the good porridge shed in the uneven building and burn down the damn bitter grass

A thin body resolutely stood in front of the crowd, opened his arms and said loudly: "stop, don't be bewitched by the traitor!"

The voice fell

Li Yuanlu, who was still wandering outside the sky, suddenly woke up and saw that his good friend song Gufeng was small and firm in front of the crowd.

Looking at the crowd's blood surging up and the determination of the people, he was frightened. His cold sweat immediately soaked his clothes and rushed forward to pull song Gufeng away.

He also heard those people shouting just now, but he didn't care, because he had read for several years and knew the truth. He knew that what the middle-aged thin man said was purely a unilateral malicious speculation. No matter how noisy it was, the martial artists in the building could suppress it.

But

He never thought that song Gufeng had stood up and stood in front of the crowd with a distracted Kung Fu.

Shit... What do you say you're doing up there as an ordinary man? If so many people don't want to stop, one foot can trample song Gufeng to death.

"Are you crazy? Go... "

Li Yuanlu grabbed song Gufeng and tried to pull people away, but he found that song Gufeng was still standing there, glaring at the crowd in front of him.

The middle-aged thin man saw that someone dared to block in front. He was surprised, but he didn't care at all. He shouted in a voice: "where's the smelly boy? Get out of here!"

With that, he would take the crowd and continue to rush forward.

But

To his surprise, many people in the crowd recognized song Gufeng's identity.

"Isn't this Mr. Song of the academy?"

A middle-aged man pointed to song Gufeng, looked around and said, "this is Mr. Song, a foreigner of member song! When my son was born, he named him... "

When the voice fell, many people around recognized song Gufeng. Even those who didn't know the Academy knew the great benevolent man outside song.

Before the fall of the Song family, song Yuanwai was a famous good man in the city and had great prestige in the hearts of the people. Even now, people who have heard of song Yuanwai have to give a thumbs up.

Song Gufeng took a deep breath, pointed to the middle-aged thin man in the crowd and said, "fellow villagers, what this man said is actually misleading and maliciously inciting the people. He, he and this man are birds of a feather. If you believe me, you must keep an eye on them and don't let them run away!"

While talking, song Gufeng stretched out his hand and pointed to the middle-aged thin man and several people hiding in the crowd. It turned out that song Gufeng watched while those people fanned the flames and wrote down everyone.

Under the designation of song Gufeng, the faces of those who were pointed out were a little gloomy, while the surrounding victims stepped aside one after another, leaving a vacuum around these people, which was particularly conspicuous.

“……”

The middle-aged thin man's face was ugly. Unexpectedly, he killed Cheng Yaojin halfway. He pointed to song Gufeng and said, "what do you know, little doll? Say that we deceive the public, but you say, where did we say wrong? The uneven building put bitter cold grass in the good porridge. Did they put it right? "

"Of course!"

Song Gufeng responded loudly with a sonorous voice and said, "if we don't put bitter cold grass and only use ordinary white porridge and unlimited supply, we victims who can't afford to eat do benefit, but those who can afford to eat will also come to eat and drink for free?

Even if the uneven building prepares more food, how can it afford everyone in Cangnan to eat and drink together? I'm sure if we don't put bitter cold grass and let everyone eat it, the uneven building will be empty in two or three days at most. At that time, where will we go for the victims who have no relief?

Who will feed us? Even if it's just bitter porridge mixed with bitter cold grass? "

“……”

These words, like thunder on the ground, awakened the victims who were incited around one after another.

It turned out that they only thought that the uneven building could give them good porridge, but it was a trick to give them porridge mixed with bitter cold grass.

But now I want to understand that what the uneven building brings out is bitter porridge, and only the victims will come to eat it. If the uneven building brings out good porridge, everyone will come and eat it. At that time, the food of the uneven building will soon be eaten up, and the victims will be hungry again.

This is a truth that can be easily figured out, but in the foolish people, they need to turn a few corners. If it is normal, many people must be able to see the doorway here, but now, the victims have eaten bitter porridge and have a grudge against the behavior of uneven buildings, so they are easy to be incited.

But now, after Song Gufeng's words, they immediately understood.

"You said that the purpose of putting bitter cold grass into the good porridge was to raise the price to sell grain, but as far as I know, the grain of the uneven building can buy 20 jin for only one or two silver. How different is this from the usual price? A few years ago, when there was a famine in Lingyun mansion next door, the grain rose to more than ten Liang silver per kilogram of grain. If the uneven building really wanted to make money by selling grain, how could it set the price so low? "

Song Gufeng pointed to the middle-aged thin man and continued to speak. His words made the middle-aged thin man speechless. In the face of logical and organized scholars, his words of malicious speculation were severely broken.

"It's you people. Your accent doesn't sound like Cangnan at all. Although you are wearing rags, the shoes on the soles of your feet are valuable boots. You can't see any soil between your fingers. Can you fish eyes and mix beads when you wear rags and wipe some ash on your face?!"

The voice fell, and many victims around opened their eyes. Sure enough, they found that although the middle-aged thin man's clothes were dirty, his boots were shiny. This was not the dress of a disaster victim at all, and their fingers were clean. How could there be such a clean disaster victim?

Song Gufeng took a step forward, grabbed the middle-aged thin man's wrist, stared at each other with his eyes, and said loudly, "who are you and what are your intentions to deceive the public?"

"... little bastard!"

The middle-aged thin man listened to the curse around him. His face changed for a few moments. His eyes narrowed and stared at Song Gufeng in front of him. He put his hand into his waist and pulled out a short knife.

"Gufeng, be careful!"

Seeing this, Li Yuanlu was startled and rushed forward, but it was still too late.

The middle-aged thin man stabbed out and hit song Gufeng's chest.

Poop!

The blood splashed out. Song Gufeng widened his eyes and slowly fell down. The world in his eyes was gradually losing its luster.