Chapter 1237 Dou Mi En, Rise Mi Enqiu
Dou Mi En, Rise Mi Enqiu! Reality is so realistic!
It was dinner time in the evening, and a long line had formed early in the kitchen area of the northern suburbs flood refuge area. More than 20,000 disaster victims lined up to get meals. The long queue was filled with laughter and laughter, and the atmosphere was harmonious. During the days they spent in the flood refuge area, they ate and slept, and slept and ate, not to mention how nourished they were.
However, this harmonious atmosphere of laughter and laughter was broken soon. The people in the back heard a burst of noise and curses coming from the front, and couldn't help but lean forward curiously, stretching their necks to look at Looking forward, I saw a few people in the front row quarreling with the cook, as if they were very excited.
"What's going on? The person in line in front is sick. What's the fuss about? Hurry up and grab a meal. There's a lot of people waiting behind you."
The people behind could not help but curse loudly, and were very dissatisfied with the people in front.
"That's right, they take care of your food and drink. If you don't say thank you, why would you argue with them? Hurry up and make a meal so that it's our turn."
Next to you People followed closely.
"Oh, that's not right. Did you listen? Something is wrong."
The person in front of them moved his ears, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to face the two of them. said.
"What's wrong? Are you listening? Sangouzi, what are you listening to? Come on and tell us, don't be so pretentious. You have the sharpest ears in our village. If someone has a quarrel or something, you Just listen to what the dog says!"
The two people behind couldn't help but push San Gouzi and urged him repeatedly.
“I heard the man in front of me scolding the cook for being a scheming maggot and depriving us of our food! Didn’t we get two croquettes, a pickled wild vegetable dumpling, and enough rice porridge this time? Only gave one A steamed bun, a bowl of porridge, and a thin strip of pickled vegetables! The man in front started to fight with the cook.”
Sangouzi’s ears are really sharp, and he heard everything about the quarrel in front of him. Eight, learn from these two people.
"What?! One wotou and one bowl of porridge! The dog's food is too dark!" When the two people behind heard this, they couldn't help but cursed excitedly. They couldn't accept that the food came from two wotou. The porridge is enough to turn into a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. They have long forgotten that just now they were scolding the people in front of them for not being grateful.
Soon, the entire flood shelter area was filled with curses.
The team was also in chaos. The excited victims jumped out of the team and surrounded the place where they were preparing meals, shouting curses.
“Fuck you! I’ll tell you again, this is what I said above, not because I’m greedy for your money! Besides, during the current disaster, I’d be thankful to have something to eat. , let alone a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge! I don’t charge you any money, so why don’t you be satisfied?”
The cook was red-faced and scolded him, but he was quickly scolded by the victims. The sound was drowned out.
"Bah! The government has so much food. If you give us one more wotou and let us drink one more bowl, we will die!"
"You're so evil! Even our hutoutou is evil!"
The victims cursed and their spit almost drowned out the cooks.
Liu Dianli, the subordinate in charge of the Beijiao Flood Refuge Area, came forward to explain, but was also scolded with a bloody nozzle.
At the critical moment, Zhu Pingan appeared and took control of the situation. Zhu Ping'an was wearing official uniform, followed by Liu Mu, Liu Dadao and other officers. Seeing Zhu Pingan's arrival, the yelling victims instantly became quiet. In feudal society, this era of strict hierarchy, ordinary people were naturally afraid of officials.
“Dear fellow villagers, this is a last resort. It’s not that they are greedy. The current floods last for a long time and the scope of damage is wide. The court’s rescue will take time, and our county government has limited food. For a long-term solution, we have to Temporarily reduce Your food. Our county government is also looking for ways to solve the food problem. When the food problem is solved, we will not only let you eat well, but also ask you to be patient for a few days." Zhu Pingan stood in the center of the crowd and faced everyone. He cupped his hands and explained to everyone.
Zhu Pingan has a high status in the minds of the people in Jingnan, and his image is also very good. After Zhu Pingan explained, the local people in Jingnan basically stopped, but people who fled from other places did not buy it very much.
"Of course, if you can't accept it, you can leave at any time. My Jingnan gate is open to welcome you, and I will not close the door to confine you." Zhu Ping'an glanced at those people and said lightly.
Leave? ! Wouldn’t that mean we wouldn’t even have food to eat! The refugees who fled suddenly did not dare to say a word.
As a result, the situation in the flood shelter area in the northern suburbs stabilized, and everyone lined up to get food again.
As soon as the order was stabilized, Zhu Pingan led Liu Dadao and others to leave and go to the next flood refuge area.
"Bah! These officials talk so loudly about limited food and long-term solutions. Bah! We pay for the food every year. Those in the county government who have a lot of food are fed to rats, and those who have a lot of money are rusty. Can you give us a steamed bun? A bowl of porridge? It’s not like the officials are evil, all the food saved goes into their own pockets!”
A refugee who came from the disaster received a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge, cursing as he ate it.
"What are you talking about? Our county magistrate is not that kind of person." After hearing this, the local victims said to him.
"Hey, what I said is wrong. Hehe, we have just come here. You are telling us how good your county magistrate is, how you love the people like a son, and how you have a breeze on your sleeves. You are just talking about it. Just like when Bao Qingtian was alive, now, with so much food in the county government, he has even eaten half of the cornstarch and rice porridge! "What else can I say!" the refugee sneered and choked.
“Uh, didn’t you listen to what our county magistrate said? Let us be patient for a few days. When the food problem is solved, we will not only be full, but also eat well.” The local victims were somewhat lacking in confidence. , after all, it is true that the supply of steamed buns and rice porridge has decreased, and they cannot deny this.
"Come on, just listen to these promises made by officials, don't take them seriously. How many days will it take to solve the food problem? And let us have enough to eat?! Eat well?! All the crows in the world are as black as black!" The fleeing victims sneered. , I don’t believe it at all.
There are many such voices in the flood refuge area. Most of them are victims from other places, and there are fewer local victims in Jingnan.
Until evening, there were constant curses in the five major flood avoidance areas.
On the second day, when the victims discovered that not only the food standards had been lowered, but also the meals had been reduced from three meals a day to two meals a day, there were even more curses in the flood refuge area. Refugees from other places scolded, and even some local victims also joined in.
If the flood avoidance areas had not learned yesterday’s lessons and organized yamen in advance to maintain order, otherwise the order in the flood avoidance areas would have been out of control. (End of chapter)