Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3397 Rice Comes
Before the brothers finished speaking, there was a soft laugh suddenly, "Well done, I can look at you now."

Everyone turned around in surprise when they heard the voice.

I saw Song Yuchan came over with the two of them, showing a little bit of relief with them.

Everyone shouted excitedly, "Brother, she's back!"

"Our food and grass have fallen."

"Great, we can finally sleep peacefully!"

"..."

Everyone surrounded Dutou excitedly, and hurried up to greet Song Yuchan.

Song Yuchan and Du Tou said, "I promised you the food, I will bring it to you. Go and ask the brothers to tell the victims that today each person can eat a bowl of dry rice and mutton soup to accompany the meal. Let everyone prepare a bowl Chopsticks, all come here to line up. Tonight we will manage the food all night until dawn."

Dutou was startled and said, "Miss, we have 10,000+ disaster victims here! One bowl per person, that's not worth tens of thousands of catties of rice?"

Song Yuchan chuckled softly, "This is just the beginning. From now on, I have to let everyone have enough food every day."

He asked the capital to do it quickly, and asked him to recruit some old and weak women and children to cook as cooks.

Outside the camp, Zhu Gui had already transported all the big pots that could be bought from the blacksmith shop in the city, in a truckload.

The victims looked at the row of chariots and horses, and all stood up with bright eyes.

The yamen servants ran out excitedly and shouted with the crowd, "Everyone listen to me, the living Bodhisattva has come down to visit you. Tonight, the living Bodhisattva invites everyone to eat until dawn. Everyone is strong If you don’t work hard, immediately follow me to carry the food and grass, and bury the pot to cook!"

The sound spread all around, and all the 10,000+ disaster victims lying on the ground were immediately moved by the wind.

They helped the old and the young, gathered around, and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, shouting loudly, "Bless the living Bodhisattva!"

"We kowtowed to the living Bodhisattva!"

"The Bodhisattva has manifested!"

"We can finally have a full meal!"

"..."

One after another, the carriages were immediately transported here from the warehouse on the canal outside the city.

The yamen servants all opened their mouths when they looked at the horse-drawn carriage team, which stretched for more than a dozen miles from beginning to end.

They looked at Song Yuchan adoringly, just like looking at gods. They couldn't figure out how Song Yuchan could have such power. She could organize so many materials and manpower in one day, and transport them smoothly. To the eyes of the victims?
After the grain and grass arrived, the yamen servants all shouted, "Little ones, carry the grain with me!"

The thousands of strong disaster victims who had just been organized immediately followed him and carried the grain and grass into the warehouse excitedly.

The yamen servants carried knives and maintained discipline on the sidelines, for fear that the food and grass would be embezzled by the victims.

However, they soon discovered that the victims moved in an orderly manner. They even picked up the rice that fell on the ground and confiscated it. No one hid the food privately.

They all cherish this opportunity, how could they take the risk of doing unrighteous things.

The yamen servants were so moved that they drank with everyone, "Brothers, keep your eyes open and your hearts clean. We won't supervise you anymore, and you will carry the grain and grass by yourself. Remember, you are giving 10,000+ Serve the young and old. There are gods standing above your head, you just have to act according to your own conscience."

A group of disaster victims promised to drink with him, "Don't worry, the official, if we dare to steal a gift of food, we will be struck by lightning and die!"

"Good job, I believe you!"

The yamen servants waved their heads and let go, allowing the victims to carry the food and grass by themselves.

He organized thousands of old and weak women and children to bury pots and make food.

Just a two-meter-wide cauldron buried hundreds of people.

After a while, the cry of sheep came from outside.

Zhu Fu brought over thousands of sheep and shouted happily with Song Yuchan, "Miss, I bought the mutton you asked for."

At the slaughterhouse in the capital, Zhu Fu swept across a street and drove all the thousands of live sheep on the street.

Song Yuchan smiled with him and ordered, "Kill the sheep and cook the soup, eat them all tonight!"

"Got it!"

Zhu Fu yelled, telling the accompanying butcher to start working immediately.

The field was hot for a while, those who killed sheep killed sheep, those who carried grain carried grain, and those who buried pots for making rice buried pots for cooking.

10,000+ people acted in relief camps in an orderly manner.

The still-strength victims brought water from the river outside the city one after another, and after a while, thick smoke billowed from the camp.

Song Yuchan stood inside, watching the blazing scene, and sighed with Wu Song and Yan Qing, "If the common people live like this every day, how good would it be?"

Wu Song and Yan Qing smiled, "There will be, we believe you."

"Yes, there will be!"

Song Yuchan looked at them and smiled, rubbed her stomach and said with a smile, "The meal is almost done, let's go and have a meal too."

"Okay!"

"I will definitely eat three bowls of him!"

"Eat less, save some for the disaster victims!"

The three talked and laughed, and sat with the victims, sitting on the ground around a pile of bonfires on the field.

Most of these victims were from Chu.

They are good at singing and dancing, they are hungry around the fire, dancing first and then singing, as lively as usual during Chinese New Year.

Zhu Fu killed a sheep for Song Yuchan alone, brought it over and grilled it on the bonfire.

Song Yuchan told him, "Bring the sheep back. Such a big sheep can cook a pot of sheep soup. Tonight, we will eat whatever the victims eat!"

"Got it!"

Zhu Fuqian touched his head with a smile, and immediately had the whole sheep ripped off.

After a while, a bright light flashed in the sky.

A figure fell from the sky and landed in front of Song Yuchan and the others.

Looking at the victims around her, she couldn't help but cover her nose, frowned, and complained to Song Yuchan, "I've found you, let's find a clean place to talk?"

Song Yuchan sat on the floor, drinking wine, looked at her and motioned, "It's quite clean here, let's sit down together!"

"here?"

The woman felt uncomfortable smelling the stench around her, but she resisted and sat down beside Song Yuchan.

"Why are you here?"

The woman muttered softly, and when she sat down, she still used her energy to protect her surroundings.

She is the eldest lady of the Su family, Su Yuan'er.

This was the first time she stayed with so many victims, and it was also the first time she sat on the ground.

For a young lady who has been pampered since childhood, this is like killing her.

At this time, someone and the victims yelled, "The rice is here, everyone has picked up their rice bowls!"

A group of young people carried wooden barrels and came over to make rice for the victims present.

Song Yuchan also took out four large porcelain bowls, and when the rice cookers came over, she gave them the bowls and made four large bowls of rice.

She took out the chopsticks, handed them to Su Yuan'er with a smile and said, "Sister Su, how about the freshly steamed rice?"

(End of this chapter)