Chapter 599 Fat As A Pig

Regardless of whether the ministers were willing or not, they did not dare to send the food to the Ministry of Revenue in the slightest mistake. The amount of food accumulated was several million, which showed how many officials there were.

Because Jin Sanlang was a commoner, he knew what the commoners wanted.

Therefore, when porridge was served to the people, in the morning, it was a bowl of sweet potato porridge, which accounted for most of the half of the sweet potato porridge used to fill their stomachs. In the afternoon, it was a thick white porridge with chopsticks. In the evening, it was porridge and a piece of sweet potato, which weighed about three or two times, to ensure that the victims could survive the night.

In addition, temporary shelters were set up on an open field outside the capital city to temporarily shelter the people from the wind and rain. Although the conditions were very poor, they also made the victims very satisfied. Many people with some strength were willing to help, so that the court did not have to worry about the lack of manpower.

For those who helped, Jin Sanlang asked Ministry of Revenue officials to pay them a penny a day, plus three or two extra servings of sweet potatoes for each meal. Although there were few things, more people were excited to participate.

Within a decade or so, the victims had a place to live.

Jin Sanlang was also associated with the strong men among the victims, who seemed to be buddies. Even those who had little labor also got along well with some soldiers and could talk to them.

The secret guards would report the news every day, and Su Mianyue was still relieved of Jin Sanlang's ability to handle affairs, especially now that the death rate of the victims had been greatly reduced, and there were no cases of plague when the imperial court made medicine for them every day, and the victims were also grateful to the imperial court.

"That's right, this Jin Sanlang is a man who knows how to do things. I just don't know if he can find out what my sister wants." Biwu was feeding Ji Xingran dinner when he heard the secret guard report to Su Mianyue. He said this after the secret guard left.

"The people are still struggling for food and clothing. As the crown prince, you are as fat as a pig. Is that really good?" Su Mianyue pinched his son's fleshy little face and got the little guy to grin, revealing four white baby teeth that were really cute.

"A child's face can't be pinched. It drools and makes him ugly." Biwu quickly clapped Su Mianyue's hand away, glared at her and continued feeding Ji Xingran. Then he looked at Su Mianyue's stomach for almost seven months and wondered when Ji Xun and the others would be able to return triumphantly. Otherwise, how could Su Mianyue's body bear such a strain?

Besides, after Su Mianyue gave birth, she would have to be in confinement. Who would handle the state affairs during this period?

It had to be said that biwu was a worried life, and Su Mianyue himself had never thought about that much.

"Xingran is already so old. It's time for him to learn to eat by himself. Just watch and do more. It's good for intellectual development." Su Mianyue stood up with her hands on her waist. Although she had said a lot about parenting, she knew in her heart how people pampered Ji Xingran when she couldn't see them.

The palace people did not dare to neglect the little master, while Biwu was reluctant to let Ji Xingran bump into him or let him learn to do things on his own. However, su mianyue did not have so much energy to take care of her son personally, so she could only let them go, as long as it was not indulgence.

In the refugee camp, the survivors no longer looked so lifeless and much better than before, but because of the heavy losses, many people fell ill one after another.

In addition to the general weakness of the victims, less than three days later, a third of them fell ill, with the majority of the elderly and children. Although the imperial doctors of the imperial court and the doctors of Capital City were here every day, they could not fight against the god of death.

More and more victims gathered here. Although the imperial court still distributed food three times a day, because there were too many people, there were often scenes of breakfast being handed out after a short lunch, which made the soldiers tired.

Among the victims, those who were physically strong actively cooperated with the court to help the vulnerable groups. However, as more and more people fell ill, some people became anxious and shouted, "This is not possible. How can sick people stay in such a place? If this continues, even if there's food outside, it won't last. If only we could get into the city, even if we were hiding on the streets, it would be better than here."

Such words quickly spread through the refugee camps, and many people's desire for survival led them to focus on the strong defenses in Capital City.

The imperial court had already sent troops there to besiege them. If they wanted to enter the city, they could only fight with their lives. But did they have the life to enter?

"Son, mother's son! Why are you still alive when you die? If those officials don't give us a way to live, we will fight them even if we die. Mother will take you to the city to see a doctor. Mother will take you to the city!" A woman suddenly cried out loudly and ran towards the city gate with the boy in her arms.

The victims were still in a daze, and a large number of people followed them without knowing who was leading them. They were the only ones who knew whether they wanted to watch the show or enter the city.

The officers who sent the grain did not pay attention to the situation here at first, but as the number of people increased, the shouting became louder and louder, and they also found that things were not right.

"Inform your excellency that these victims are trying to force their way into the city." A man who was sending porridge dropped the spoon in his hand and turned to whisper to the people around him, fearing that the victims who were waiting to send porridge would join in the fun, he hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and line up for the porridge. If we delay any longer, it will get cold. The imperial court is trying to find a way to raise food for everyone to resist the cold and pester them to return to their hometown next year. We still have to sow seeds for everyone. The imperial court is thinking of big guy. This good day is not far away."

The victims' eyes brightened when they heard the official's words. No one wanted to leave their hometown. It would be best if they could go back.

At this moment, some people asked if it was true, and these officials answered with certainty. The imperial court did have such a disaster relief plan, but it was not made public yet, but in order to appease these people, they had to say it out loud.

A lot of people were crying with excitement, but some people shouted, "In order to survive, we sold all the land in our house, and there is no place to plant the grain. The imperial court only asked us to live a few more days with the grain. What's the use of not going back?"

A stone stirs up a thousand waves, and this sentence is echoed by more people. Are they not here because the fields have been sold to become rootless people?

Moreover, the land after the natural disaster will also be reduced, even if there is land and food, it will be difficult to live.

When the officer heard this, he put down his spoon and tried to find the first person to shout out. However, the other party, like a loach, had already hidden in the crowd. The officer spat angrily and walked back.

But the people were so excited that they didn't let him go back at all. Many people surrounded him and asked if the court could save them or not.

The officer was vexed and scolded, "I'm just a soldier. I don't know so much about the court. You should be satisfied with the porridge. This is the foot of the imperial city. Whoever shouts again will be waiting to go to jail."