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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 27"

weight="151943"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

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There is also a yellow talisman.

Helian Rongchuan pointed to the stunned Wei Jin and Xiang Yu, and said in a bad mood: "Don't guess, explain next time." He followed Yan Changqing hurriedly: "Hey, hey, listen to my explanation!"

Yan Changqing stopped abruptly after chasing to a place where no one was around.

"Okay, now I'll give you a chance to explain it well."

His tone was cold, his eyes filled with warning.

Helian Rongchuan liked the look in Yan Changqing's eyes. The more Yan Changqing stared at him fiercely, the more he felt amorous, and his heart galloped. He smoothly twisted the yellow paper talisman entrained in Yan Changqing’s hair, and raised the corners of his mouth, but his tone was aggrieved: "I said it was a dream. You don’t know. Every time I think of you, it tickles and thinks. and you"

Yan Changqing's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he stopped him quickly: "I didn't mean this!"

Angrily said: "Frankly explain, when did your subordinates hook up with my garrison?!"

In the camp here, the little imperial physician Wei Jin "boomed" out the black donkey hoof from Xiang Yu's mouth. Xiang Yu rubbed his sour cheeks and said, "Look, you can't let you in. Now let the general find out, and tomorrow you have to go to lead the stick again."

The little imperial doctor had just been relieved from the serial shock that "Herlian Rongchuan’s big baby is the silver-faced Yama, and the silver-faced Yama is the beauty who just caught a glimpse of it", he looked at the extremely festive red coffin. , Curiosity arose.

So what did the two of them do in the coffin just now? Helian Rongchuan treasured this coffin all the way, and no one touched it. Who has travelled thousands of miles with an unlucky coffin? There must be a mystery in this.

Wei Jin walked to the lipstick-lacquered coffin and looked inside curiously. At this glance, saw the erotica picture, and was immediately surprised.

It seems that his second Royal Highness is not only very cheeky, but also courageous. No wonder Silver-faced Yama was so angry just now that he almost drew his sword to cut people.

Gee.

But having said that, the painter of the Second Royal Highness is really good, his posture is bold, vivid, and energetic.

Did they already...

Did they just...

Tut tut...

Seeing Wei Jin's eyes gleaming, Xiang Yu looked at it with gusto, so he approached with some curiosity and wanted to see what was going on, but Yu Jin quickly slapped him away as if he was about to be caught. Look!"

Although Wei Jin's movements were rude, he was a weak and white scholar. This push didn't have much effort, like a big cat scratching people.

Xiang Yu has a good temper and is extremely honest, so he is not angry at being pushed like this. He thought this coffin was something of their Dongyun people's treasure, and since they were not allowed to look at it, then he would not look at it. Honestly stood aside and said: "It's too unlucky to watch the coffin in the middle of the night. Let's prepare early and go to the city for disaster relief tomorrow!"

It turned out that after Helian Rongchuan Bairili was rejected by Yan Changqing from outside the city gate, he turned around and asked for help from the Xuanjia Army outside the city. Helian Rongchuan told the Xuanjia Army Vice-General Xiang Yu in detail about the Qinchuan epidemic situation and the purpose of the trip. Xiang Yu was half-believing at first, but when the little imperial doctor showed his hand in front of him, Xiang Yu was immediately convinced that this team of Dongyun people is the living bodhisattva of the people of Qinchuan!

Thinking of the situation in Qinchuan City, Wei Jin couldn't help but become serious, and nodded solemnly.

The second day.

As soon as it started to light up, a row of relief porridge sheds were erected in front of the Qinchuan Mansion’s government office. In the hot white air, the shabby Qinchuan refugees had already lined up in a long queue, one by one holding them brightly licked by their tongues. He stretched his neck and waited anxiously.

The long dragon is slowly moving forward. In the porridge shed, Xiang Yu was standing in front of a large iron pan that was half a person tall, scooping the porridge for the victims with a big iron spoon in his hands and feet quickly. The firewood was burning under the pot, the steam was steaming, Xiang Yu was sweating profusely, took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, but his mouth and nose were surrounded by a white kerchief, which looked quite funny.

The other guys in the shed carefully selected by Yan Changqing were also dressed up like Xiang Yu, chopping wood, and digging rice. They were very busy. It was not until they saw Yan Changqing that they stopped what they were doing and saluted solemnly: "General!"

Yan Changqing was dressed in a plain black martial arts uniform, half of his face was also covered by a white Supa, only a pair of long eyes were exposed, making it even more black and clear.

Yan Changqing looked at the long line in front of the porridge shed, as if the hungry people could not see the end, Junxiu frowned. With a serious face, he lifted a chopstick on the counter and thrust it into the porridge pot that was churn.

Almost all the chopsticks were firmly inserted into the porridge pot, and then covered by the tumbling white rice porridge, it slowly sank.

The first article of the Food Relief Law of the Great Yan State stipulates that the porridge for relief must be thick enough for chopsticks.

If the chopsticks float, the head will inevitably fall.

The guys breathed a sigh of relief, looked relaxed, and went on to work.

Yan Changqing looked at the chopsticks gradually submerged in the thick white porridge, but his brows wrinkled tighter. This is the third day since the disaster relief porridge shed has been set up. He has personally inspected every pot of porridge. The porridge is very thick and there is no problem.

Other disaster relief foods were also distributed on demand according to the different situations of each affected household.

But why, there are so many victims who come with a bowl every day and still can’t get enough to eat?

If this continues, even if there is a supply of Helian Rongchuan, it will be a drop in the bucket.

Yan Changqing was meditating as he walked towards the group of victims. Not two steps away, he was suddenly caught by someone.

Helian Rongchuan grabbed him by the hand, half of his face was surrounded by 100 Pa, and his dark brown eyes were full of surprise: "Where are you going? There are victims there. I don't know how many are infected with the epidemic. Do you want to die?"

Yan Changqing's tone was a little solemn: "The relief food has been allocated for three days, but the victims still don't have enough to eat. They line up here every day. I want to see in person what the reason is."

"That won't work either." Helian Rongchuan couldn't help but wanted to pull Yan Changqing back. "I heard from the little imperial doctor. At this time, the epidemic can spread through human droplets. What if someone's spit stars slam on you, then am I still alive?"

Seeing Helian Rongchuan's eagerness, Yan Changqing couldn't help but smile a little calmly in his eyes: "If I'm dead"

Before he finished speaking, Helian Rongchuan suddenly covered Yan Changqing's mouth and said angrily: "What nonsense!"

Helian Rongchuan suddenly regretted bringing the coffin to confess. He firmly believes that Yan Changqing's heart can be touched by the vow of life and death in the coffin, but now, he suddenly feels that the coffin is indeed not auspicious as Wei Jin said.

In the final analysis, when he came to Qinchuan City, he had prepared for the worst, and he was not afraid of death.

However, he was really afraid that Yan Changqing would die.

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In this chapter, Yan Changqing's method of inserting chopsticks to test porridge is borrowed from the "Chopsticks Floating, Heads Falling" in the first episode of the TV series "The Granary of the World".

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But at the same time, Helian Rongchuan also knew that after Yan Changqing was a three-generation loyal, he was educated by the old masters as a benchmark of loyalty, piety and etiquette. Heavy. Even if he wanted to stop at this time, he couldn't stop it at all.

Yan Changqing is just a little stodgy who admits to death.

But he Helian Rongchuan likes this kind of little stereotype.

This is fate.

Thinking of this, Helian Rongchuan sighed silently. When he raised his head again, there was already a bit of firmness in his eyes: "Okay, then I will accompany you and go together."

Speaking tightly, he took Yan Changqing's left hand tightly.

Helian Rongchuan's hands are large and powerful. Like Yan Changqing's hands, the mouth of the tiger has the cocoon left by holding the sword frequently, and the palms are dry and warm.

Yan Changqing was taken aback for an unprecedented time, and he did not get away from Helian Rongchuan's hand.

Helian Rongchuan turned his head, looked at him with some surprise, and immediately held his hand tighter.

The line of hungry people is very long, shoulder to shoulder, and there are thousands of people. The more they go back, the line becomes more chaotic. The hungry people are in a mess, many of them are already hungry and they are unsteady, falling to the ground, and even more. Unidentified vomit on the beach, if you don't pay attention, you will step on it with one foot. The air is extremely dirty.

It was very difficult for Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan to travel against the current. Helian Rongchuan took the initiative to walk in front, while opening the road, while still not forgetting to open his arms to protect Yan Changqing, for fear that he would be squeezed or touched. He was cautious all the way, but his posture looked funny, quite like a big hen spreading its wings to protect the chicks.

Seeing him like this, Yan Changqing couldn't help being angry and funny, but his eyes softened, and he patted his arm: "Let it go. I'm not a kid."

"You are indeed not a child", but Helian Rongchuan tightened his arms, as if embracing Yan Changqing, lowered his voice: "You are my darling."

Yan Changqing's eyes widened, only to feel that a large piece of goosebumps appeared on his body, and the two small ears exposed outside the white paparazzi turned red.

With so many eyes watching, how did Helian Rongchuan say such a thing!

Yan Changqing scowled, and was about to educate Helian Rongchuan a few words, but behind him suddenly there was a very angry voice that was very arrogant: "Hey, hey, where did you two come from? Go away, don't Get in your way!"

A rather sturdy beard-faced man pointed at Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan rudely, seemingly dissatisfied that they had occupied the way.

Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan are similar in height, and they are both tall and tall, and they are very conspicuous in the crowd. But this burly man was even taller and burly, half a head taller than Yan Changqing, like a moving iron tower, standing there, quite awe-inspiring.

But what he is tall and strong, and his muscles are quite mismatched. It is the right hand of this big man, who is also holding a large porcelain bowl that is similar to other hungry people.

Such a physique also needs relief food?

Yan Changqing frowned when he looked at the big bowl in the big man's hand. Seeing Yan Changqing's cold face and no intention of politely letting go, the big man became even more angry.

"Hey, brat, don't you toast or drink fine wine?"

The brawny man swears, his thick eyebrows are erected to hit someone, but as soon as he stretches out his fist, his wrists are as if caught in red iron tongs.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The strong man screamed and Helian Rongchuan grabbed his wrist. Helian Rongchuan only used three fingers, but the brawny man used his whole body strength, his forehead was sweating and he couldn't get rid of it. He could only watch his sturdy wrist slowly twisting towards a very strange angle, finally It broke with a "click".

Helian Rongchuan let go of the brawny man, clapped his hands in disgust, as if he wanted to slap something dirty, and snorted coldly, "I want to move him? I don't look at how many pounds he has."

"You...you..." The strong man hugged his right wrist, rolling on the floor with pain, and the bowl broke to pieces, and said bitterly: "You wait!" He staggered and fled.

Yan Changqing frowned even more looking at the broken bowl that the strong man fell on the ground. Seeing him like this, Helian Rongchuan said softly: "You also found something wrong, didn't you?"

Yan Changqing nodded and looked at the front row of the team. In fact, when he looked all the way just now, he discovered that the people who squeezed in the front of the team were basically the strong men who had been seen just now, tall and strong, and strong laborers who had never contracted the disease. And the further you go, the more old, weak, sick and disabled. The hungry and crying young children, who have a dish on the dough, and the patients who are obviously infected with the epidemic, are often at the bottom of the line. People are constantly in front of them, and no one dares to argue.

Because of the lack of manpower, most of the officers and soldiers to maintain the team were local government soldiers in Qinchuan, and they turned a blind eye to the chaos of bullying and sickness.

Yan Changqing couldn't help clenching his fists. Those who are most in need often cannot get help, while those who are strong and physically do not need help at all, but occupy precious food.

When he first arrived, he really had too many omissions. Yan Changqing couldn't help falling into deep self-blame and anger. But how to distinguish the real victims from those who took advantage of the chaos? Should they be selected one by one according to the height, short, fat and thin? It's too easy to make mistakes just by looking at it. How about investigating the severity of the hungry people? It is too labor-intensive and time-consuming.

Yan Changqing was secretly worried, thinking about the countermeasures, but Helian Rongchuan laughed and guessed his thoughts.

"Master Yan does not have to blame himself. It is common for someone to take advantage of the fire during disaster relief. I have my own countermeasures."

He couldn't help but drag Yan Changqing back to the porridge shed, smiled and grabbed a large handful of coarse gravel from the ground, and was about to throw it into the pot.

Yan Changqing quickly grabbed his hand and shouted, "What are you doing? This is life-saving porridge!"

Why do you need to sprinkle sand on the delicious rice porridge? !

"Just because it's a life-saving porridge, it lacks a little material." Helian Rongchuan looked at Yan Changqing and said word by word: "Do you believe me or not?"

Yan Changqing was stunned, Helian Rongchuan's eyes were so bright, shining with firm light. As if infected by this light, Yan Changqing blurted out:

"I believe."

After saying this, Yan Changqing was stunned. He didn't even think about it, so he said something like this?

Helian Rongchuan showed a very bright smile, his eyes narrowed together. Turning around in front of all the hungry people, shaking his wrists high, he sprinkled all the coarse gravel into the boiling porridge pot.

The burly men at the top of the line changed their expressions instantly, and pointed at Helian Rongchuan cursingly: "Suffering a thousand swords, you actually spoil the white food!"

"Look, everyone, the official sprinkled soil in the porridge, and let us people have a way to survive!"

"This is going to be condemned!"

The group of hungry people was instigated in an instant. The hungry people of unknown circumstances behind only knew that someone was ruining the food in the pot, so they also yelled. Suddenly, the crowd was excited, and the stars flew everywhere.

Helian Rongchuan coldly looked at the most ferocious ones. Without exception, they were strong and sturdy to rub and drink. With this energy, what's wrong with them, but they took advantage of the fire and robbed the people of the people's life-saving food!

Helian Rongchuan grew up among the poor. He has had enough suffering. The most unbearable thing is to see the poor being bullied. Immediately he sneered and said coldly: "If you let you eat the white-flowered relief food, it will really be a waste."

Then he couldn't help but grabbed a few handfuls of sand and sprinkled it into the remaining pots.

Xiang Yu, a man with a big head, stood aside, a little confused, and looked at Yan Changqing. Unexpectedly, Yan Changqing actually shook his head at him: "Don't stop."

Seeing that several large pots were added by Helian Rongchuan, these big guys stared blankly. When the bowl fell, they rolled up their sleeves and started to fight.

However, they had just taken a step or two, only to hear a few brushes, and the guys in the porridge shed spontaneously showed sharp blades.

Although they have few manpower, they are from the Xuanjia Army after all, and they are completely different from the poor Qin Chuan soldiers.

What's more, there are people behind them.

Yan Changqing walked to Helian Rongchuan expressionlessly, facing the aggressive group of brawny men, coldly questioning: "If you don't want to eat sand in the porridge, then you are not hungry. If you are not hungry, why come to line up? ?"

A word to wake up the dreamer. The hungry people who followed these dozens of inciting brawny men to make trouble suddenly understood. They are starving to death. How can they care about how many grains of sand are in the porridge? I'm so hungry that I can't wait to eat it!

"Yeah! Don't eat if you don't like it, and quickly get out of the team. The people behind are cut in by you, and you are hungry and fainted!" See