Chapter 230 Empathy

"That's great." The old man's face finally lit up with joy." I' ve already told everyone in the villages that more than a hundred people have been gathered to help cook porridge and heat the fire. We can always cook porridge and share the porridge. Then the porridge will start tomorrow! "

Mrs. Dong pushed the door open and said," just go outside. I' m here, but Jiao Jiao can' t go anymore. If you don't feel bad about being scared by someone else, I'll feel sorry for you. "

The old man quickly said," of course, my heart aches too. "

Jiao Jiao was afraid that the old couple would bicker, so he quickly threw himself into grandma's arms and praised her grandfather.

"Grandmother, you don't know. Grandfather is very powerful today. Those people around the carriage begging for food, the carriage can not move, I was scared, big brother do not know how to do. Grandpa took the whip and drove them away. Grandpa was amazing! With grandpa around, I'll be fine. Grandma, just let me go! "

The old lady glared at the old man and did not complain anymore. She only said," hmph, he's your grandfather. He won' t protect who you' re protecting!" "

The old man quickly said," let's eat first. After dinner, we' ll go to bed early. We' ll be busy tomorrow." "

The family gathered together for dinner. They heard that the family was going to do their best to save the victims tomorrow. Several villagers came to help, and lin pinglin couldn' t sit still anymore. Therefore, they proposed to take the beijing huatang off for a few days, and they also had to help.

The dong family felt sorry for their grandson and stopped him. However, the old man hesitated for a moment before finally nodding his head.

In the past two years, the lin family had been living a wealthy life too quickly and their days were peaceful. The old man was worried that the boys would be too pampered and pampered, so he did not know what was going on in the world. It was better to take advantage of this opportunity to wake them up.

Seeing this, lin dashan said," father, why don' t we ask the kids from the school to help us?" "

"Alright, but let them all wear school clothes and take care of each other. Don' t be taken away by the bad guys." "

Old master lin instructed him. This wasn' t because he was overthinking things. It was true that every time a great disaster came, there would always be some black-hearted people who would take the opportunity to sell the dying people as if they were animals, or they would simply receive a place to serve as slaves in the south salt mine or mine. It was utterly heartless!

The children of the jinghua hall were naturally different from the children of the victims, but they couldn' t guarantee which one was bold enough to do so.

Lin dashan solemnly agreed. The next morning, after breakfast, he told the students.

The boys are naughty, in addition to reading is to copy the story books recently, the heart has long grass. Suddenly, she heard that she could go out to help, and she was so happy that she couldn' t jump up.

Lin dashan didn' t say much and only asked them to change their clothes before heading out of the county.

Although there were no carriages and the road was a little tired, the children would not be quiet when they got together. They would catch a rabbit on the side of the road, chase a few birds and birds away, and break the straw of wild grass to whistle. They were all playing happily.

However, this joy disappeared without a trace once it was outside the south city gate.

They heard that there were people giving porridge, and that more than a thousand refugees, young and old, even those who were half sick, had gathered here.

All the way from the south to the north, from tears to bloodshed in their eyes, all these victims had suffered greatly.

Although she was still alive, it was no different than death.

The men were as thin as bamboo poles, and the women didn' t care if their clothes were shabby or if they could cover their skin and flesh. The children didn' t even have shoes on their feet.

Everyone was expressionless, their hair was disheveled and their faces were dark. Their hands and feet were so black that they couldn' t see the original color. They huddled together and looked at the bottom of the wall in unison. They looked so eager that they were even more pitiful than the chickens waiting to be fed at home.

Are these the victims?

A child was nervous and quietly took two steps back. Although their family was not considered wealthy, they always wore clean clothes and clothes. There were always hot food and stomachs. They could always clean their faces and read books.

Lin dashan took the children's expressions into his eyes and said," you' re in a group of ten, helping the adults do their work and taking care of each other. You can' t just run around! "

"Yes, sir. "

The children responded respectfully and no longer looked like they were joking.

Lin dahe was bringing a lot of people with him. He was busy building clay stoves and installing iron pots. He was digging ice and carrying water in the river. Soon, a wooden stumbling block was set on fire under the earthen.the black mud that was plastered on the edge of the pot began to change color, and the water in the big iron pot began to bloom.

At this time, lin dahai brought some people to send food.

Initially, when the victims heard about the porridge, they still couldn' t believe it.

It's a lifetime!

Someone immediately burst into tears of joy. "

"At last we can live, we can live! "

Thousands of miles along the way, blood and tears filled the footprints. Seeing countless companions, fellow villagers, and people dying by their side, the fear of the victims had been stretched to the limit. Now that they were suddenly alive, the ecstasy was indescribable.

Everyone subconsciously wanted to go to the side of the grain cart, to see the appearance of food with their own eyes, to see the hope of survival.

However, how could old master lin let them have their wish? With so many people, if they couldn' t handle it properly, it would be easy to cause an uproar.

"Back off, back off! Old master lin stood on the carriage shaft, his whip in his hand, and the whip exploded in the air. When the victims stopped in their tracks, he added," one person, one bowl of porridge. Everyone has a portion." If you dare to make trouble, don' t even think of eating a mouthful of porridge! "

Although the old man was getting older, he was still tall and burly. He was wearing a sheepskin jacket and was wearing sheepskin boots. He had a long sword on his waist and glared at the crowd. He was very powerful.

The victims subconsciously took a few steps back, and lin dahai quickly drove the carriage forward. At this moment, li dahe also brought people to meet him.

A bag of food was quickly unloaded under the wall and piled high in the blink of an eye.

Lin dajiang directly carried a bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and poured the food into the big iron pot.

This bag is the most common millet, the day rich people often used to cook porridge, with some dry food and side dishes, good digestion. Poor people in the day, with it doped sorghum and so on, steamed into dry rice, and enough to eat.

But now, in the eyes of the victims, a grain of corn was more valuable than gold. Gold is not hungry, but this millet can help!

The crowd couldn' t help but start to riot again. Even if they couldn' t eat it for the time being, taking a few more glances and taking a few more whiffs of the aroma would be enough to comfort their stomachs and intestines that had been suffering for so many days.

Soon, ten large pots were filled with millet or sorghum. Some of the children of the jinghua hall helped to set the fire. Some of them carried a long wooden spoon to stir up porridge and water. Some of them carried a large ceramic bowl and were extremely serious. Occasionally, they would look at the victims with pity and sympathy. Seeing that they had helped to relieve the disaster this time, they thought a lot and learned a lot.

The heat dissipated with the wind, and although it quickly disappeared, the eyes of the victims who were standing in the distance became brighter and brighter.

The villagers of several villages were shouting at the crowd to line up. The old man and the children were in front and the young were behind.