Chapter 167: Diwei

"Okay," the government doctor did not dare to delay, and passed by the child, but after a few steps, the child suddenly turned around, then knelt on the snowy ground, and slammed against the porridge shed. Several heads.
There is goodness in the human heart, and the human heart is full of flesh, no matter who it is. The reality of human beings, all natures are inherently good, there is always that light in everyone’s heart, and this beam of light is The only strand in the dark.
Everyone in the entire Weiguo Palace will be busy. In the kitchen, the cook dare not stop. Pots of porridge are brought out, and then they are cooked, but even so, They didn't even dare to rest, because the queue was too long. If it weren't for today, they wouldn't have known that there were so many people who could not eat in this snowy day.
There are always people outside the porridge shed. It is midnight when the talents are gradually reduced, but the snow is still falling, and it has not stopped. The goose feathers are snowing from time to time, and it is not only cold. , Is also a dead silence.
And this snow, I don't know how many lives were killed.
Shen Qingci shrank into the soft quilt. She hugged the quilt tightly. In fact, she was afraid of whether there would be any punishment. She was always waiting, but all those who were waiting were asleep. Until she opened her eyes again, she found that she had nothing to do. Could it be because there were too many people and she was saved together. Would she be tortured at that time?
"Sister, have you gotten up yet?"
Mother He had already come in with a water basin outside, thinking, Shen Qingci should have gotten up, no matter how late she sleeps at night, she always wakes up at this time, not too late, too It will not be early, this is a habit her sister has cultivated in the past few years.
"Get up," Shen Qingci sat up, as if there was no special discomfort. If there is a punishment, she will feel it in advance. Maybe it is because there are too many people, and the punishment may not be enough. If she wants to be punished, she thinks her life will end here.
Mother He hurried over and helped Shen Qingci clean her hands and face with a cotton towel. This was the way she took the clothes she had baked just now and put on Shen Qingci.
"Sister, Xueda today, you don't want to go out, okay?"
"No," Shen Qingci stubbornly shook his head, "A Ning wants to go out and be with her sister."
Madam He couldn't say Shen Qingci, so she could only add another dress to her and let her go out and cook porridge with the girl.
As soon as the gate of the house was opened, there was already a long line outside. There was no quarrel, and no one was crowded. Da Ai always lined up very consciously, because they knew that no matter how long the line was, how long you waited, there will always be It's their turn, even if it's midnight, they still have their share.
And as long as there is this meal, you can live, and if you have another meal tomorrow, you can live another day, maybe they really survived such a winter.
And when the spring begins next year, they won't die.
The porridge served by Weiguo Gongfu is made from real white rice. There are some dried vegetables, some salt, and some minced meat. Although not much, it tastes very good. Xiang, steamed buns are also big, almost the size of a child's face. This bowl of porridge and a steamed bun are actually enough for a family to eat for a day.
Shen Qingci can't do much by herself, and this is the only thing she can do. The food in the house, except for the food they eat themselves, and give it to a few family members, still has a lot left, and can continue to do so. The porridge continues until the ice melts, until the snow melts, and it can even last for some time.
She just hopes to last one more day, then she will last one more day, and with one more day, these victims may have hope of living.
The prefectural doctor also came with his own medicine box, and there were several people who also carried the medicine box behind him. They were all doctors. At this time, Shen Qingci, the little girl, could do this. They are big husbands. Isn’t it better than a child who is only eight years old?
So the government doctor approached doctors he knew and talked to them about the matter, and these doctors naturally agreed.
The Weiguo Government provided food to the victims, and he took other doctors to treat the victims. Although the heavy snow was still falling, but the capital was not as hard as it was, and it was no longer so deserted. Everyone has hope of living, but also more smiles.
Because the people of the Weiguo government said that they would always serve porridge, as long as they come, every day.
With food, everyone can live, and with some food, there is hope.
And now it's not just the Palace of Weiguo. Even King Jun’s mansion also has congee sheds, and Princess Jun and the three princesses came here voluntarily. It is far from enough to rely on the Weiguo Mansion alone. Those victims are ranked for one day. It can only take a meal.
King Jun’s Mansion started to cook porridge. Naturally, other people also learned something. They set up a porridge shed at the gate of the mansion. Whether they use new or old food, it will belong to the people. A bite of food.
When the emperor heard this, he also pressed his hands on the table firmly, "You are not very good at talking, say now, speak quickly, I will let you think about how to solve the problem of the heavy snow in Beijing. , You will push me three and four."
"It's fine now. One is eight years old and the other is thirteen. Two children have supported the entire people in Beijing, and their father is still guarding your border, killing Chen and enemies for you, even the family It cannot be returned."
"You have a face, eating the peaceful events that my Da Zhou soldiers exchanged for blood and flesh, but here you can only say good things every day, and let the people in Beijing freeze your house to death like this. The door."
"The emperor, I really don't have any extra food in the mansion."
A minister hurriedly knelt on the ground. In this cold weather, the life in each government was very tense. Even the grain shops in Beijing were closed for fear of not having enough food. Maybe open the door to sell?
How is the Palace of Weiguo? How is the Palace of King Jun? The emperor slapped the armrest of the dragon chair again.
"Lord Jun, tell me, where did the food in your house come from? Could it be that it fell from the sky?"
Naturally not, Lord Jun stepped forward and bowed to the holy.
"Report to the emperor, the ministers have changed the three meals a day to one meal a day. All the food saved is taken out for the victims to eat. I wait for these two meals less, maybe I can save a few. It’s dead."
"Two children can do it. As Lord Jun and as a man, how can I ignore the lives of the people?"