The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 119 Choice
There are many government servants from Shuntian Mansion all around the porridge market.

These yamen servants all held water and fire sticks in their hands, and were yelling at the victims who rushed to grab porridge and rice.

People who are hungry, who will obey the rules?
As long as he can survive by grabbing a bite to eat, who cares about the water and fire sticks that the government officials turn around?

When Zhao Yu stepped forward, the yamen servants wanted to scold him, but when they saw Jin Yichuan and Lu Jianxing in flying fish suits following the young man, they obediently shut their mouths.

When he came to the big pot in the porridge field, Zhao Yu took the porridge spoon and stirred it twice in the big pot in front of him.

But I found that this is not porridge and rice, it is clearly just a pot of boiled water, and the rice grains in it can be counted clearly.

It is really countable! !

And even so, the rice grains scattered in those cauldrons were all yellow and moldy brown rice.

"What's the matter with the owner of the porridge farm?!"

Zhao Yu threw away the porridge spoon in his hand, turned around and gave a sharp drink.

Even Zhao Yu himself didn't know why he was so angry.

It stands to reason that his soul comes from another world, and he has no emotional factors for this place.

Moreover, according to the values ​​of his previous life, as a human being, it is enough to take care of yourself. There are so many suffering people in the world, and I am not a Buddha. Why should I care so much?
When he came to this world, everything he did was based on his own interests.

Including dealing with the major forces, including giving various rewards to his subordinates and even the fan servants of Xichang, all of them have a little purpose.

But today, seeing the frozen, purple and black corpses all over the street, his mind was somewhat shaken.

This is not a game, those people who died are not strings of data, but fresh lives!

"My subordinate Wang Jian'en, I have met all of you on business!"

At this time, an official with a haggard look stepped forward and said back to Zhao Yu.

"According to the law of Dagan, the imperial court gives porridge for disaster relief, what are the rules of this porridge market?"

Zhao Yu pointed to the cauldron with clear soup and little water beside him, and asked the master of the seventh rank in a calm tone.

The owner of the porridge shop sighed, and then replied: "The imperial porridge shop gives porridge for disaster relief. The porridge should be thick enough for chopsticks to be inserted, otherwise the chopsticks will float and people's heads will fall to the ground!"

As soon as Zhao Yu stretched out his hand, Jin Yichuan handed over the Xiuchun knife in his hand.

The majestic Jinyiwei Beisi Zhenfu envoy killed a master from the seventh rank, which was a matter of raising his hand.

"My lord...you are wronged!!"

Looking at the Xiuchun Knife that Zhao Yu drew out, the master directly shouted for injustice.

"The superior officer doesn't know, the inferior official is just a chief of the seventh grade, how much rice is distributed in this porridge field is not up to me.

To be disrespectful, the rice in this porridge market is not my own, why should I save it?
The rice grains are all distributed from above, and what I give is these brown rice, and this is all I give in total. I want to feed the victims, but even if I am a smart woman, I can't cook without rice! "

In the end, the owner of the porridge shop complained to Zhao Yu and the others.

What's the matter with him?

He is just a character who listens to people's yelling. Even if he has the heart, he doesn't have the ability and right!
Zhao Yu stared blankly at the disaster victims behind him who were holding broken bowls waiting to receive the clear soup with little water. For some reason, he remembered the two dishes that he ate at the Nine Thousand Years Mansion back then.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

This poem that Zhao Yu has been familiar with all along, was vividly displayed in front of him at this moment.

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After leaving the congee market, Zhao Yu didn't have the intention of staying in the outer city any longer, and turned back to the Yamen of the West Anti-Correction Factory.

After returning to the Yamen of the West Police Factory, Lu Jianxing and Jin Yichuan told Zhao Yu that in fact, the meaning of Qingjie is not just to send out the corpses who died of starvation.

Except for those who have died, other people will buy the house title deeds and so on to the rich in order to survive.

Under the snow disaster, freezing to death or starving to death has become the most difficult choice for the people at the bottom.

The low-level people who lost their houses became refugees without a fixed place in the capital, and another meaning of Qingjie was to drive these refugees out of the city!

After all, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, the world is at peace, and if they get some refugees in the city, isn't this just going to make things difficult for the one from Yongshou Palace? !

It is conceivable that under such circumstances, those refugees who were driven out of the capital could not escape death in the end!

After noon, the heavy snow stopped for an afternoon and started to fall again.

Zhao Yu and Erha walked towards their mansion as usual.

Although looking at Zhao Yu at this moment is quite normal, Erha, who is more sensitive to danger, can detect it. Zhao Yu at this moment gives him a feeling of being on his back.

Back at the mansion, Jiang Yuyan had already prepared dinner, and several of them were sitting in the warm room, surrounded by beautiful maidservants.

Looking at the steaming casserole meat in front of him, Zhao Yu had no appetite at all.

After a hasty dinner, after everyone in the house rested, Zhao Yu walked out of the room by himself and came to the center of the courtyard.

Looking at the heavy snow flying all over the sky, Zhao Yu's mind was full of those stiff corpses that were pulled away by wooden carts.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves?

Zhao Yu did not deny this sentence, after all, everything he did up to now had his own purpose.

But after all, I was born as a human being, and when I saw such a scene, when I didn't have that ability in the past, I would only sigh with emotion at most.

The damn thing is, now he is the dignified governor of Beisi, and he also controls the entire Jinyiwei, and has a lot of connections with the governor of the West Factory.

Now that he wants to make a move, it's not that he can't do what he wants.

But in this way, he will offend countless high officials in the officialdom, which is unwise for Zhao Yu who has always lived only for himself!
Conscience told him that since he has the ability, he cannot stand by and watch.

But reason tells him that it is best to be alone, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him, and he is not responsible for all this!
An hour later, Zhao Yu in the courtyard had become a snowman.

"As a salted fish in my previous life, when I saw injustice, I could only rant on the Internet at most. When I encountered a thief on the road, I pretended not to see it for my own safety... That's right!"

"However, since God arranged for me to come to Dagan, and now I still have a lot of power in my hands... don't say that the great man is for the country and the people, but once I am reborn, I have to do one or two things to make myself look up to It's your own business, right?"

The snow falling on his body exploded violently.

But at this moment, Zhao Yu's previous sluggish look was gone, and his whole body's energy reached a peak.

No one knew what Zhao Yu thought of during this hour in the snow.

But now, he has made a decision on the matter that was entangled in his heart before!
(End of this chapter)