Tyumen was about to go out and talk to Huan Jie, when suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and there seemed to be quarrels and abuse. After a while, a few people in green clothes and small hats walked out of the crowd, and after lining up the crowd, they walked directly to the monk who distributed the food: "Great monk, these pockets are full, and they want high-quality white noodles." The monk looked at them, but did not dare to argue with them, and spread out his pockets to fill them with food.

The people in line behind were angry, these guys cut the queue not to mention, and they had to take away so much food. Others are all used to use a basin to pack, they take out a dozen or so noodle pockets at a time, seeing that one can hold at least twenty or thirty catties, and the face mountain behind the monk is estimated to be removed by half.

Although everyone was indignant, everyone only hid in the crowd and pointed and scolded, but no one dared to come forward. A family member swept the crowd with his eyebrows and shouted viciously, "What is it called?" What is it called? If you have the ability, go to Lord Xu to call it. ”

When he shouted like this, the voices in the crowd were indeed much quieter, but some people still muttered in a low voice: "Master Xu's family has so much food that he can't eat it at all, why do you want to come and grab these life-saving foods with us?" ”

The family raised his face and said, "I have already said that these grains are used by the government to help the victims, and the Xu family is the victims, isn't it?" It's the victims, isn't it? Because of this disaster, Master Xu didn't think about tea and dinner, and he had already lost more than 200 pounds. Besides, the Wang family has grain, which is also our own business, and it has nothing to do with whether or not we receive disaster relief food. ”

There seemed to be some truth in his words, and the crowd was a little quieter, and no one pointed a finger anymore. Jia Ding triumphantly urged: "The great monk hurry up and pretend, we will come again later." ”

Huan Jie walked over from under the plaque and looked at this family member coldly, but the family was not afraid of him, and said in a long voice: "Yo, isn't this Huan Gongcao?" Why, our Xu family came to receive relief food, and we didn't violate any royal law, right? ”

Huan Jie looked at him for a while before saying, "No, but these grains are a little unclean, I'm afraid that you will have stomach trouble if you eat them in your house." ”

Jiading looked at the snow-white rice noodles behind the monk, and said with a smile: "Where is this grain not clean......", before he finished speaking, he saw Huan Jie grab a large handful of furnace ash from the incense burner next to him and splash it on the rice noodles, and the originally snow-white and clean grain immediately turned into black spots.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and the family also stared straight and said, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Huan Jie silently grabbed a few handfuls of furnace ash and sprinkled it on the rice noodles before he said slowly: "Will Master Xu eat such food?" ”

The family looked at the grain that had been stained black by the ashes, and said angrily: "Such dirty rice and noodles, even dogs don't eat them, Huan Gongcao spoils the grain like this, aren't you afraid of God's curse?" ”

Huan Jie ignored him, but asked the people in line loudly: "Are you willing to ask for these grains?" Someone in the crowd immediately responded loudly: "Yes, my family has been out of food for a few days, not to mention that it is dirty, even if it is moldy and smelly." ”

Huan Jie turned to Jia Ding again, and asked expressionlessly, "Now, isn't it clear who can be called a disaster victim?" ”

The family wanted to refute, but looking at the black rice noodles, he remembered that none of the old ladies and young ladies in his family were brocade clothes and jade food, or the indica rice noodles he ate every day, how could he look at such dirty grain? The person in front of him was Changsha County Gongcao, not something he could afford to provoke, thinking about it, this family had no choice but to call his companion, take the empty pocket, and leave in a gloomy manner.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and several people shouted: "Huan Gongcao, I don't think it's dirty, give me all the dirty food." ”

Huan Jie shook his head and smiled: "These grains have indeed been defaced and can no longer be eaten, and it is not good to give them to anyone." However, it is mixed with incense ash that worships the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and Buddhas should not dislike it. Why don't you donate them to the monastery and let the monks make rice balls and noodles to worship the Buddha? ”

Some people applauded loudly, but more people expressed regret, and Huan Jiedao: "Don't worry, the amount of food sent by the friendly forces this time is very large, which is definitely enough for us to eat, and you don't have to go hungry often in the future." ”

With Huanjie's order to replace it with a new batch of clean rice noodles, the warm atmosphere reached its peak, everyone excitedly discussed the food arriving in Hong Kong, the new reinforcements, it seemed that the rebellious army was about to be wiped out, and a better life was just around the corner. Qiu Ming nodded secretly in the crowd, this Huan rank should be handled decently, and he can be called a capable official, and he really deserves to be the first think tank under Zhang Ji.

With the cry, the crowd quickly ran in another direction, and the originally lively long street became empty at the snap of a finger, and even the monks and soldiers who were putting food ran over. Tyuming grabbed a passer-by and asked, "Big brother, where are they going?" Don't put food? ”

This person was anxious to break free, but he was stopped by Tyuming, and when he saw Tyuming's drunken appearance, he was probably not easy to mess with, so he had to answer honestly: "There are many children killed over there, and everyone has to rush over to see if there is any family of their own." ”

Killing people in the street in broad daylight? Qiuming's wine woke up more than half violently, and he ran over with this person's stride, only to see that the three layers of the inner and outer three layers were surrounded here, and it was even more noisy than the fire palace where the grain was put just now. The people in the outer circle are pointing and discussing, but the inner circle keeps coming from hoarse cries, which makes people look sideways.

The passer-by who Tyumen pulled in saw that he couldn't squeeze in, so he cried out: "Everyone, let me go, my child is inside." The man in front of him immediately dodged to the side, making way for a solitary one.

Qiu Ming remembered the jokes he had heard before, and thought that it would be funny if it was really a dead donkey, but after thinking about it, he still followed this guy into the inner circle, and muttered in his mouth: "Hey, let it go, let it go, his child is inside." It's strange to be pitiful, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man. ”

finally got inside, and the scene in front of him surprised Qiuming, and he couldn't even care where the passerby went. I saw that next to a well platform, there were more than a dozen children's corpses lying horizontally and vertically, and all of them had broken necks and blood from their mouths and noses.

From time to time, some men and women snatched out of the crowd, hugged a certain corpse on the ground and cried until their hearts and intestines were broken, and the onlookers also showed compassion and spoke in unison. A thin woman cried a few times in mourning, and suddenly hit the bluestone well fence in the middle, fortunately pulled by the person next to her, and did not hit it, but also wiped the well fence, leaving a large pool of blood. 8)