God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

With that said, Du He called Ma Zhou and left.

As the two walked forward, Ma Zhou couldn't help asking: "Is this going to be harsh? These people are all indifferent, and their backgrounds are not simple. If we get them out Anyway, it’s not easy to explain to the court at that time!”

Du He waved his hand indifferently: "Anyway, it was Gao Shilian who asked them to come. If something happened, the bureaucrats took the lead. What are we afraid of? Hmph, these second-generation ancestors want to come to Hu County for free, it's just a daydream, Hu The county does not support idlers, and this rule will never change! Come on, old horse, go fishing with me!"

Ma Zhou rolled his eyes.

At this time, Du He still has time to go fishing?

There are still more than 3 homeless people in the county seat of Hu County, who can't even eat. Isn't he worried at all?

……

Near the county government.

Changsun Hongcong stared at the others with wide eyes, you look at me, I look at you, but no one moved.

Cuckoo.

Everyone's stomachs were in tacit agreement, and they all cried out in unison.

Changsun Hongcong licked her chapped lips and asked, "Who would kill a chicken?"

No one spoke.

"Who will kill the sheep?"

Still no one spoke.

This group of guys grew up with fine clothes and good food, and they stretched out their hands to eat and opened their mouths. Some of them were not even good at wearing clothes. It was difficult for them to kill chickens and sheep.

Not to mention killing donkeys.

Changsun Hongcong looked up to the sky and screamed: "Could it be that we are really going to starve to death in this county town of Hu County?"

At this time, a fair-looking young man stood up and said, "My eldest grandson, Du He gave us rice."

"What?"

Everyone was stunned.

This young man's name is Hou Yi, his style name is Yuan Fu, and he is the son of Hou Junji, Minister of War.

Hou Yi explained: "I...I don't know how to kill chickens, but I can cook porridge. Why don't we eat some porridge first, or we will starve to death."

"That's the only way!"

"What brother Hou said is absolutely true!"

“It’s also good to have porridge!”

Everyone agreed.

Just don't starve to death right now and everything will be fine.

Hou Yi did what he said, and took the big iron pot and put it on the shelf, and fetched a bucket of water to prepare the rice.

However, he stopped, turned around, and asked, "When cooking porridge, should we put the rice first or the water first?"

Everyone almost fainted.

Dare to love you, you won't either.

Finished!

……

Chapter 676

Put rice first, or water first?

For Hou Yi and others, this question is no less than a world problem, similar to which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Everyone frowned, thinking hard.

Finally, Changsun Hongcong said, "Perhaps, let's put the rice first."

"exactly!"

"My eldest grandson said that, but I remembered it. The rice is put first. Eating porridge is actually eating rice, and rice is more important!"

"The Master said, self-restraint and rites are benevolence, and eating rice is benevolence!"

Some people actually started talking nonsense, patting Changsun Hongcong's horse one after another.

Hou Yi was a little puzzled, but still nodded: "That is to put the rice first."

As he spoke, he put the rice in the bag into it.

Not much time.

The fire became hotter and hotter, and the iron pot was burnt red.

The rice at the bottom of the pot was burnt in the blink of an eye, it was pitch black, and there were bursts of smoke.

"Ah, it's on fire!"

"I'm confused, put out the fire..."

Everyone was in a hurry, holding buckets and starting to put out the fire.

After a waste of effort, the fire was finally put out.

All of them were ashamed and embarrassed.

Some people began to yell at Du He for dying.

But Hou Yi stood up happily and said, "I know, let the water go first!"

Before the others could react, Hou Yi set up the iron pot again, lit a fire, and poured water.

After the water boiled, he put all the remaining rice in it.

Seeing that the water hadn't boiled yet, the water was already dry, so Hou Yi poured water in again, and repeated this several times. After the water boiled, he finally smelled the porridge.

It's just that when everyone took a bite and took a bite, they realized that this is porridge, it's so soft, it's like eating mud, it's really unpalatable.

"puff……"