Chapter 90 90. Prison break? !
The purpose of raising the cost of entering the city is to keep out most of the victims.
If all disaster victims can enter at will, then the city will be in chaos.
“Without enough food, everything is empty talk.”
The victims can only survive for two more days, waiting for relief food to arrive
Shen Xingluo's eyes flashed slightly and he shook his head invisibly.
He put twenty freshly baked meat skewers on the plate, "Father-in-law, don't worry, this is something the imperial envoy should consider."
As for ordinary people like them, take care of yourself. Just one-third of an acre of land will be enough.
Shenjiacun now has no worries about food and drink, and there are more than 200 people working for him. He is as happy as a god.
I have never been so happy before the snowstorm.
"You're right!"
I'm just a escort. My daughter and son-in-law can eat and drink well, why do I care about so much!
Cheng Daqian suddenly became enlightened after hearing this, and his frowned eyebrows finally relaxed.
At this moment, he felt that his stomach was empty and his intestines were hungry, and the aroma of the meat skewers penetrated his nose desperately.
“Oh, my daughter, what are you cooking for again? It’s so delicious!”
Cheng Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, "Did you just find out?"
"Your son-in-law grilled it, would you like to try it?"
She handed over the plate with the meat skewers and sprinkled a handful of chili powder on it.
Dad Cheng is a bold and bold man who loves spicy food. Eating meat and drinking alcohol is his essence. As for pancakes, green onions and the like, he doesn’t need them at all.
Leave this thing to yourself and Xiaoqi.
"Let's eat!"
Let's make meat skewers tonight.
When the elder shouted, Shen Xingqi became the favorite one in the family, and even specially filled a bowl of wine for Cheng Dagan.
"Uncle Cheng, you drink!"
"Xiao Qi is still sensible. Back then, when I was drinking with your father, he only let me drink from a cup, which was not tasty enough!"
The charcoal in the iron trough is filled with charcoal, and it burns so brightly that you can feel the heat from far away. There is a layer of meat skewers on the iron trough, alternating between fat and lean meat, and occasionally there is a piece of meat. Vegetables make a cameo.
Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi sat on the east and west sides of the iron trough and started working together. The couple cooperated tacitly and baked two plates in a short time.
Cheng Daqian ate with peace of mind. From time to time he would grab a handful of green onions and put them into his mouth to season. The number of cold dishes on the table was also decreasing at an incredible speed.
Shen Xingqi felt a little guilty at first, why was she the only junior eating like this?
But when she saw her brother and sister-in-law cooperating seamlessly without any communication at all, she looked at each other with strange eyes, and she suddenly felt that the meat skewers she had just eaten in her stomach were swelling.
Forget it, she'd better eat skewers.
“Sister-in-law, can you roast some vegetables?”
I haven’t eaten that thing yet, and I don’t know what it tastes like.
“Okay.”
Cheng Xi grabbed a handful of skewered vegetables and placed them on the iron trough. After a while, a burst of fragrance came from the food.
Cheng Daqian, who was making skewers, was shocked, "What smells so good?"
It doesn't smell like meat!
So Shen Xingqi watched helplessly as her brother took the vegetable skewers from his sister-in-law and put them on Cheng Dagan's empty plate.
Her: "."
There is no place for her in this family, right?
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In the Shen's Ancestral Hall, two old men with gray hair and completely different temperaments were chatting around the brazier.
You talk to me, and from time to time you raise the tea cup in your hand to take a sip. The scene is exceptionally harmonious. Mr. Jiang stayed in the village for three days in a row. Every day he was either walking around the village or chatting with his sixth uncle. He didn't have the airs of an imperial envoy at all.
But the housekeeper behind the old man became more and more anxious day by day.
"Master, should we enter the city?"
You still have the emperor's orders.
If this delay continues day by day, both the capital and the victims will have to wait impatiently!
“Why are you panicking?”
Mr. Jiang didn’t take it seriously and walked slowly with his hands behind his back, “Isn’t Zhou Lesong giving porridge at the gate of the city from today on?”
"But that's not your order?"
The prefect of Lin'an Prefecture is giving porridge. Many people inside and outside the city call him a good official. They have almost forgotten to lock them outside the city, but our situation But it’s getting harder and harder to say.
"It doesn't matter who gave the order, as long as the victims can have a hot bite."
Mr. Jiang was very thoughtful. At this time, his eyes were watching the wind rushing down the mountain. A group of young skiers looked pleased.
This thing is really easy to use. If people in the north can ski, wouldn’t they be able to go out as they please in winter?
Even if there is a snowstorm, you can still travel thousands of miles in a day!
If it is used in a message station or in a war
Jiang Ming has no idea that his master is secretly working for the benefit of the people of Yan, and he follows behind him with his mouth bubbling anxiously. , "According to the distance we set out from the capital, we should have arrived at Fucheng three days ago."
The injuries of the guards who were beaten to the point of losing their skin by the victims in the past few days have been healed, and there are still some left. necessary?
Since the team set off from the capital, his master has become more and more anxious day by day. He wants to spread his wings and fly to Lin'an Fucheng. Why is he not in a hurry when he is almost there?
The butler didn't understand.
"That's what you're talking about, so there's no need to worry."
Mr. Jiang withdrew his gaze and turned around to go back to the ancestral hall as if he had made up his mind, "I went back to the ancestral hall the day before yesterday. Let Qingshanzhai San be the family secretary A letter informing Magistrate Zhou that we were ambushed.”
The old man’s words were not surprising:
“In Zhou Lesong’s eyes, we are already dead people.”
Jiang Ming: "?!"
"Dead person?"
Cheng Xi opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Master Jiang wants to use his trick?"
"Yes."< br>
Shen Xingluo said, "So these more than 200 bandits cannot be escorted to Fucheng for the time being, and we have to keep them for some time."
The scars on the man's face are getting lighter and lighter, and his former Qingjun appearance has recovered to 70% to 80%.
Perhaps due to the redoubled training in recent months, the bookishness in his body was replaced by the murderous spirit, and the sharpness of his whole person was exposed.
With this kind of momentum, everyone will believe it because of his background, right?
Cheng Xi withdrew his gaze, "I said that Uncle Zheng has been so happy these past two days because he has someone to help him."
Every time I meet the patrol team when I go out, they are obviously enthusiastic. Quite a few.
Shen Xingluo paused slightly when he heard the words, his eyes looked slightly strange.
In fact, the bandits headed by the boss were about to go crazy from the torture.
Originally, they were bandits who had been living without food for three years. Their days in Qingshan Village were as happy as gods. They only occasionally went down the mountain and waved their swords to scare caravans into fights. Most of the time The victory was still achieved by numerical superiority.
But now they are not only required to do dirty work every day, but they also have to get up early!
This is literally killing me.
After finally hearing the news from the villagers that Fucheng had opened its doors, I originally thought that I could "escape" by surrendering to the government officials who were escorting them on the way back to Fucheng, but I never expected that the villagers wouldn't even give them this chance!
(End of this chapter)