Chapter 853: Can the victims count as humans?

Smiled embarrassingly, Yang Feng couldn't stop putting his hands, and said brightly: Madam, forgive me, I'm just making an analogy, and I don't mean to take advantage of you. "
Humph!
A rough breath came out of her nostrils, and Madam Han turned her head and ignored it.
Yang Feng touched his old face embarrassedly, looked around, and wanted to change the topic again to break the embarrassing atmosphere, he laughed and said: Hey, Mrs. Han, are you cooking porridge here? Did they come from the imperial capital to do good? Otherwise, there should be no business to do in this disaster area, ha ha ha ha. "
Yes, my lady heard that the people here don’t have a living, so she came to do a little bit, and it can be regarded as helping my people through the storm. "
Isn’t it true that Madam is really a bodhisattva. But why didn’t I hear that Longteng Accord is coming to Jiangnan for disaster relief? "
When my lady came to Jiangnan, she did everything she wanted and didn't need to fantasize. Unlike President Yang, who had to beat gongs and drums to help a famine, there was a lot of noise all the way, for fear that others would not know that they were going to the disaster relief, but they also formed a reporter team. This is really hard for you. "
Madam Han was full of sarcasm, Yang Feng shook her head with a wry smile, knowing that she could not change her prejudice for a while, so she stopped to argue.
Mrs. Han does not leave her name for good deeds, and she has noble conduct, which makes Yang ashamed. Just forgive Yang to say that you have a good heart, but with your disaster relief method, it is estimated that not only will not many victims be saved, but many victims will be brave and righteous. It is really good, good, Amitabha. Buddha, the Jade Emperor, please forgive Mrs. Han for her unintentional mistake. She didn't mean to kill so many people, please don't throw her into eighteen hells. "
what did you say? I kindly used porridge to save people, but killed the victims? What do you mean? "
Mrs. Han was puzzled and asked.
Yang Feng grinned and pointed at the victims who were pressed on the ground by his gravity field and said: Madam Han, you just saw it. These people almost went to see the King of Yama after a bite of loving porridge for you. You said they were going to die, who caused it? Maybe they have no food to eat, and they can last two days, but today they died for your bite. If you don't kill Bo Ren, Boren died because of you. It's really a sin, alas. "
Well……
Her heart was stagnant, and Madam Han's brows wrinkled tightly, as if thinking about how to solve this.
Yang Feng took a deep look at her, then smiled suddenly: Madam Han, look like this. I will help you with disaster relief, so that your kindness can be satisfied. How about we just write off our previous past? "
you help me? Can I use you to help? "
Why, you don't need to help, then you can do it yourself. But let me tell you in advance, disaster relief is a technical job, and it cannot be achieved by kindness alone. Maybe doing bad things with good intentions will rob lives, just like just now. You didn't have to die because you were beaten to death by someone who is kind-hearted porridge. Maybe this retribution will be reported to your husband, so that he will not be able to have a good baby in his next life, then he will hate you to death. "
what?
Her body trembled, and Madam Han suddenly became nervous.
Then, Mrs. Han thought for a long time, then looked at Yang Feng's smug smile, and finally glared at him unhappily and said: Well, you help me out. I want to see how you helped the disaster relief. "
Well, you can learn a little bit by the side, hehehe. "
With a grin at the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and then moved his mind to unlock the gravity field of those people, and the victims stood up again with green eyes.
Come! "
Suddenly, Yang Feng shouted, and a group of guards who followed him to transport food gathered together.
Yang Feng looked indifferent and roared: From now on, if you want to eat porridge, queue up for me to get the porridge. If you dare to jump into the team three times, you will kill you if you rob. "
Yes!
Cang Lang Lang...
As soon as the words fell, the guards immediately drew out their dazzling blades, and the victims trembled with fright.
When Madam Han saw it, she was anxious, grabbed Yang Feng's arm, and cursed: What are you doing? They are just victims of the disaster, and they are already very pitiful. Why do you use a knife on them? "
Madam Han, I did this for their good. Before the disaster relief, iron rules must be established and there is an order, so as to ensure that everyone can receive relief. Otherwise, they looted a group, trampling to death more than starving to death. Then if we serve porridge, it is not to save people, but to harm them. It's like throwing a bone to a group of wild dogs. In the end, this group of wild dogs will be killed or injured for the fight. This is something that only happens in the dogfighting arena, not the relief scene. "
Uh this...
Her heart was stagnant, Madam Han was speechless.
Yang Feng ignored her and continued to direct the troops to maintain order. During the period, several people who wanted to rob them were killed directly, and immediately frightened everyone to stop chaos.
And because of this, everyone received the porridge instead of being killed or injured as a result of fighting.
Seeing this, Madam Han couldn't help nodding secretly. Although the surname Yang was despicable and shameless, he was really right.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng came to the congee-serving man and saw the congee soup they had scooped out. His eyes suddenly burst and he roared: I'm going, Mrs. Han, are you here to cook the porridge or to advertise the brand. ? "
what happened? "
I also want to ask you what's wrong, there is no such thing as Babao porridge for porridge. Are you sponsoring it? "Giving her helpless eyes, Yang Feng almost laughed out loud.
Mrs. Han blinked her innocent big eyes, and naturally said: What happened to the Eight Treasure Congee? Can't the victims eat? "
Nonsense, if your eight-treasure porridge can supply all victims, of course. But the problem now is that you can only supply a few people with your luxurious porridge. We are here to provide relief, and what we want is quantity, not quality. What do you put these longan and red dates in? Your high-end porridge will attract many greedy cats, and they will encroach on the share of the victims. "
As he said, Yang Feng pointed to a scholar who was picking up porridge and said: Look at that kid's face, white and clean, and cleaner than me, how can he look like a disaster victim? It must have come to take advantage. All the porridge was divided by them, so what did the real victims eat? "
so what should I do now? We can't see who is the victim, who is not? "
Use ordinary white porridge and add more water. Don't cook rice porridge that can fill people, but porridge, the thinner the better. We just want to save them, not let them eat. The thinner the porridge, the more people can be saved. Besides..."
With that, Yang Feng grabbed a handful of soil directly from the ground and threw it into the pot, instantly turning into a pot of mud soup.
When Mrs. Han saw it, she was anxious: What are you doing? Good porridge, why throw soil? "
In order to prevent someone from pretending to be victims and cheating on porridge. At least the average person would not eat this porridge. "
But how can the victims eat this muddy water? "
At first glance, you have never seen the real victims. They are so hungry that they can eat the soil, and some people even choked to death by the soil. Now this muddy porridge is already delicious to them. "
But you can't bully the victims in this way. Is this something people eat? "
Mrs. Han! "
With a loud shout, Yang Feng solemnly said as never before: Can the victims still count as humans? They are just a group of living creatures, just give them a bite to eat and save their lives. Today our food is limited, in order to give this limited food to those who really need it. You listen to me, yes, this is absolutely great. "
Yang Feng spoke very seriously, and Madam Han stared at him closely, and finally nodded solemnly.
In this way, the white porridge of charity became thinner and thinner, and soil was added to it, and many people in the line immediately left when they saw it.
Only those who are really hungry and panic will swallow it unscrupulously and be grateful to Yang Feng and the others.
Seeing this, Madam Han nodded clearly, then looked at Yang Feng who was still directing other people's actions, a strange light flashed in her eyes.
This Lord Yang, although he is not a gentleman, he really has a set...