Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 7 He wants to save people, but he can't save anyone
How could he not know what these people were up to.Gu Jingzhao was kind enough to save people, but some people didn't know good from bad and wanted to tear him apart.

His tone was very light. After saying this, he walked through the crowd and continued to knock on the door of the next house.

Several people on the field looked at each other in blank dismay, no one knew about Aning's background, only heard that Gu Jingzhao picked up the child from the river.But looking at it like this, it is by no means a soft persimmon to be bullied.

I thought that since Gu Jingzhao was going to be taken advantage of, it's no wonder they blackmailed him, but I didn't expect that the kid next to him was a ruthless character.Seeing that there was nothing to do, the few people scattered away like birds and beasts.

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After An Feng returned home, An Zhiping ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, with two pieces of steamed millet hanging by his mouth.

"Father... why are you back?"

An Feng was full of troubles in his head, and when he came back, he saw his worthless cub stealing food, and was furious.

"Tell you to eat! Tell you to eat! You don't know how much food is left in the house? You have eaten all the food. Do you want to starve to death, or do you want to starve to death?"

He grabbed An Zhiping, took off his straw sandals, and hit his fleshy buttocks several times.An Zhiping burst into tears. "I was wrong, Dad...don't hit me, I...I know I was wrong. I dare not steal..."

An Zhiping cried loudly, which disturbed his old lady who was weaving in the house.The woman was slender and thin, with gentle facial features, she ran out crying and hugged An Zhiping behind her.

"If you want to beat him, kill me first!" She only had An Zhiping, the only son left, who has been petted since he was a child, and he is reluctant to let him suffer any grievances.

An Feng also couldn't bear it, but just moved his hands because he was out of breath.

Since the eldest son of his family joined the Dawu, he hadn't heard a letter from home for several years.I only heard that the eldest son has a very good face in front of the big witch, so he has the opportunity to take charge of more than a hundred households in Xiaxi and become a small village head.

But now...

"Oh." An Feng sighed again.

Seeing this, the daughter-in-law asked, "What's wrong with you?" As she spoke, she winked at An Zhiping.

The little fat pier immediately understood what the old lady meant, and slipped out of his father's arms, opened the door and ran out.

An Feng sighed and took out a token from his body, "The tribute grain will be paid soon, but where will the grain be this year? What if the grain cannot be paid?"

The Dawu will send priests to the villages to collect tribute grain on the fifteenth day of each month. If they fail to pay the tribute grain, they will be handed over to people for hard labor. Every household must hand over one person. After leaving the village, he never came back.

His family is thin, if An Zhiping is handed over again this time, his two sons will follow the big witch... An Fengguang feels distressed just thinking about this.

He sighed again.

"Why don't you ask the patriarch, if there is still food in Shangxi, we can share some. You said that every day, even people are going to starve to death, and they have to pay tribute. I don't know what this big witch is..."

Before he finished speaking, An Feng covered his mouth, "You mother-in-law, if you talk indiscriminately, you will be punished by heaven! You will have sores in your mouth and a rotten tongue!"

The woman was also taken aback when she heard the words, and hurriedly read a few words of blessing, and dared not speak nonsense again.

After being silent for a while, she said cautiously: "I heard that the restaurant at the entrance of our village is Gu Jingzhao's family's Shangshiji, and you can ask someone to eat for free, so you can ask someone to see if there is still food there? "

An Feng snorted disdainfully: "He is a foreigner, and he doesn't have a piece of land. Where can he get food? I'm afraid that fake mouth is coaxing people to do experiments again."

He got up and shook his head, "I'll go to the ancestral hall, you cook less for dinner, our family doesn't have much food, don't just steam the corn, just get me a bowl of wild vegetable soup."

The woman nodded in response.

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Shangshiji is at the front of the stockade. The stockade is built along the Anxi River. The stream passes through in an S shape, and the stockade is also built in a winding shape, which looks like a swimming snake from a distance.

Minyue respects snakes, and the architectural layout of the stockade adapts to the saying of "walking dragons and snakes". When Feng Shui flows, it will bring blessings to the entire stockade.

Ah Ning walked along the main road of the village. The households at the head of the village were the big ones in the village. They were not interested in Shangshi Ji. They walked all the way to the middle, passed the ancestral hall, and lived in poor families in the second half.

Some of the houses that Aning knocked on were already empty, and there was a white cloth hanging on the door. It should be that everyone in the family died of disease and barrenness.

When Aning passed by another empty house, she couldn't help frowning. This is already No. 30 empty house.The locust plague this time is so serious that if you hadn’t been there yourself, you might never have been able to experience the whimpering sound of the draught blowing through the empty house. Purgatory on earth is nothing more than this.

From another house behind, a faint voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

Aning said: "Gu Jingzhao invited you to Shangshiji for dinner."

The door opened a small crack, and a man poked his head out from the gap, and he looked at Aning vigilantly.

Aning said again: "Shangshiji provides food for free. If you are hungry, you can eat at Shangshiji."

As soon as Ah Ning finished speaking, he paused slightly, as if he could smell the smell of meat, the steam was gurgling from the cauldron in the yard, and the smell of meat came from there.

There's even meat here?

The moment Aning hesitated, the expression on the man's face changed rapidly, he was obviously stunned for a moment, looked at Aning with a pained smile, and turned into an accusation with strong anger: "Who cares about your charity! "

--boom.

The door was shut heavily.

This reaction was really weird. After thinking about it for a while, Ah Ning went around to the back of the house and climbed up to the roof. He saw the man was picking meat out of the cauldron, but that scene became the scariest scene in his life——

He saw with his own eyes that what the man fished out from the cauldron was a section of arm, a whole section of a child's arm.

After almost a long time, Aning came down from the roof and continued to walk towards the tail of the village. He no longer knocked on the door of each house. He was very sure that no one would go to Shangshiji for dinner.

Gu Jingzhao was wrong, he wanted to save people, but he couldn't save anyone.

Aning walked past the last house, a small thatched house stood in the scorching September sun, the thatch on the roof was blown by the wind, and there was an old woman sitting in front of the house.

From a distance, Ah Ning couldn't see the expression on the woman's face clearly.What does she seem to be waiting for, a heavy rain?Waiting for the great witch's redemption?

Aning hesitated for a moment, then walked towards her, no matter what it was, but Aning knew that she needed someone to give her a bowl of vegetable soup.Suddenly, an old man came forward and grabbed Ah Ning, but his withered hands had no strength, and he could only stop by leaning on Ah Ning weakly. "You just said that there is food? Free food?"

(End of this chapter)