Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

That's it.

Yang Ge led a group of men in Tsing Yi into the market entrance and said.

A group of burly men in Tsing Yi, as if they had been granted amnesty, would run away after putting down their carts.

return!

Yang Ge stopped a group of men in green clothes, stepped forward and grabbed the corn on the cart with one hand and unloaded it quickly: Push the cart back, we will need it next time.

The big men in Tsing Yi watched him lightly pick up the sacks and throw them three to four meters away. Their scalps were numb and they were afraid to collapse.

That is a grain storage bag that can hold one stone, and it weighs a full 125 kilograms!

If this strength hits someone...

A group of big men in green clothes were so frightened that they stayed in place and did not dare to move.

Yang Ge didn't bother them, so he just grabbed bags of corn with two hands and threw them out like dumplings.

In a minute or two, he finished unloading more than 3,800 kilograms of corn, clapped his hands and said, Okay, you can go back. It's dark and the roads are slippery, so be careful when walking.

After hearing this, the big men in green felt that...this man was quite good!

After the men in Tsing Yi pushed the cart away, Yang Ge put down his lancet, dragged out the large pot, firewood, stove and other items he had prepared in advance from a dark alley, rolled up his sleeves, and stood there as if no one else was around. In the cold and windy streets, they lit fires, boiled water, and cooked corn porridge.

Daylight soon dawned.

Residents near Caishikou smelled the aroma of corn as soon as they got up.

The burning hunger drove them out of the house, staggering in the direction of the scent...

They didn’t know why they wanted to go, and they knew in their hearts that cooking at other people’s houses was their business. How could they still share a bowl with each other when they were gone?

But for hungry people, their minds are frozen, and all their thoughts give way to the idea of ​​filling their stomachs.

A novice gift bag once said: Are disaster victims still human beings? People who are about to starve to death are no longer humans, they are animals. As long as they can survive, even the bran that is fed to the animals is a good thing. Grass roots, tree bark, and soil can be eaten!

In a sense, this statement is true.

A large number of people with green eyebrows and green eyes soon gathered in front of Yang Ge's cauldron. Everyone stared at the two cauldrons filled with corn and swallowed hard.

But no one dared to step forward.

Because there was a bright knife stuck in front of the two big pots.

Because behind the two cauldrons stood a man wearing a mask.

This guy doesn't look like a good person!

Yang Ge didn't say anything until the two pots of corn porridge were cooked, then he dug out a wooden board from the snow and stood aside.

The wooden board was covered with dense, crooked small characters written in charcoal. Some of the people watching were literate and stepped forward to read: Firewood for millet porridge.

Two taels of firewood are exchanged for two taels of porridge, and each person is limited to two bowls.

The able-bodied will not change.

Those who have low income will not change.

Those who disrupt order will not be replaced.

People in the government will not change.

People who practice martial arts never change.

Another twenty people who are skilled in porridge cooking will be hired. Each person will receive three kilograms of corn per day. The limit is limited to the elderly, weak, women and children.

If you are interested in exchanging porridge, please queue up.

One hand delivers firewood and the other hand takes porridge.

There is more than one person who can read and more than one person who can recite the plank.

The crowd of onlookers immediately became excited.

Seeing this, Yang Ge silently stepped forward and hooked his leg. The lancet floated in the air, and the handle fell accurately into Yang Ge's palm.

Yang Ge held the long knife and without looking back, he slashed at the tree stump a few feet away that was thicker than a human waist.

Bang.

There was a flash of snow, the tree stump exploded suddenly, and sawdust flew into the sky.

The boiling crowd is like pouring a large basin of cold water into a boiling pot, and it suddenly calms down.

Yang Ge grabbed the knife, patted the board, then inserted the knife in front of the two large iron pots again, turned around and continued working.

After the crowd was stunned for a few breaths, they finally came to their senses.

Some people turned around and ran to their homes, shouting loudly as they ran: Hun, Hun, come quickly and get our firewood. The kind and righteous man is giving porridge...bring me the bucket and pole as well!

Some people came forward timidly to apply for jobs as porridge cooks. Yang Ge picked out those with patchy clothes and ugly faces and asked them to work immediately, freeing himself from the role of a cook.

In less than half an hour, the people from Luting who came after hearing the news formed an endless queue outside the market entrance. Everyone held large pieces of firewood in their hands and stood on tiptoes to look at the end of the queue. , the sound of swallowing saliva is like the sound of frogs croaking in the summer night...

The man with good eyesight saw that the two large iron pots were too busy, so he carried his own iron pot over. Yang Ge didn't say much when he saw it, he just put some corn in an empty sack and put it in their arms. inside.

In this way, two large iron pots are like babies, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen, and sixteen becomes thirty-two.

There were even more water tanks with water on the side without realizing it.

The skilled porridge cooks were overwhelmed, so some rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward to help, without mentioning any wages.

The pile of firewood is getting higher and higher, and some people come forward to help sort it out, and deliver it to every stove in a steady stream.

As for the water in the water tanks, there is no shortage of it. Many people use poles to carry water and guard the edges of the water tanks. If the water in the water tanks is low, they will add a little more.

There was no one coming to cause trouble as Yang Ge expected...

As soon as those able-bodied people get close to the long queue, they will hide their faces under the strange eyes of the people around them and leave after a short time.

As for landlords pretending to be poor to take advantage, don't even think about it. How old is Luting County? Who doesn’t know whom?

Although the county government did not receive a report from Yongtai, it sent its officials to check. However, before those officials entered the vegetable market, they were blocked by the people queuing back, and even the shadow of Yang Ge could not be seen.

Maybe someone isn't smart enough.

But if so many people come together, how stupid can they be?

Yang Ge was wearing night clothes and a nine-tube mask. How could they have guessed that Yang Ge didn't want others to know his identity and that the source of the food might not be correct?

Perhaps he is the hero who dominates the mountains and robs the rich to give to the poor!

The people in Luting were muttering in their hearts.

But they don't care!

No matter what the identity of the person giving out the porridge is, no matter whether the source of the food is righteous or not... he is the benefactor of half of Luting County!

After Yang Ge was freed from the work of cooking porridge, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he directly pulled up Hunyuan stakes in the snow beside him and practiced Snow Drifting Kung Fu.

He knew that the three major grain companies would definitely send people to check it out among the people changing porridge.

But he has also made his attitude clear: I can only guarantee that the people in Luting will not die of hunger, but I will not guarantee that they can have enough to eat, and it will not affect the overall trend of food prices.

If you can't even tolerate this...

Come then!

I'm right here waiting for you!

This may not be a smart enough approach.

But Yang Ge... really can only do this.

Chapter 2 will be later~