ancient female doctor

Chapter 591

Qing Zhu frowned and thought for a while, then said: "The porridge bucket is kept, and the steamed buns are taken to distribute to the beggars in the city."

"Yes." Although Liu An was unwilling, he didn't dare to disobey Qingzhu's wishes, so he could only ask someone to untie the porridge bucket from the car, put it where it was, and then took the steamed buns and distributed them to the beggars in the city.

After Qingzhu led the people away, many little heads came out from Yong'an Square. The hungry and skinny children looked at the porridge bucket in front of the gate, drooling non-stop, and finally one child couldn't help it. , rushed out from the gate of the workshop, directly put his little hand into the porridge bucket, touched a handful of porridge, brought it to his mouth, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

With one child at the beginning, how could the other children bear it, and stepped forward together, surrounded the porridge bucket, and directly reached out to hold the porridge from the porridge bucket.

A child whose head was not as tall as the porridge bucket couldn't grab it, so he burst into tears.

Some older children shouted: "Don't grab it, go home and get a bowl, let's share the porridge."

As soon as the shouts fell, the other children turned around and ran to their own homes, and then those who had bowls took bowls, and those who didn't have bowls directly brought out the pot from the house.

Along with the children came out, and some women.He also took the utensils to hold things. If a bucket of porridge was divided among the children, everyone could eat to fill their stomachs, but with these women, it would not be enough.

However, it was precisely because these women came out to share porridge together, otherwise these perennially hungry children would suddenly have a big meal, and I don't know what it would be like.

At that time, I really didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

After a child finished eating, he held the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl. While licking, he said, "White rice porridge is really delicious. It tastes better than meat."

Another child retorted while stroking his stomach: "Nonsense, how can white rice porridge taste better than meat? Let me tell you, steamed buns are better than meat."

The child who licked the bowl was unconvinced, and said to the child who was rubbing his stomach: "You have never eaten steamed buns, how do you know that steamed buns are more fragrant than meat?"

The child who touched his stomach looked at the child who licked the bowl, and asked, "Have you ever eaten meat?"

The child licking the bowl drooped his eyelids, and replied in a low voice, "No..."

The child who touched his stomach suddenly became a little arrogant: "I have eaten steamed buns, which were brought back by my father. I ate a few bites, and they were delicious."

"You don't know, just now I secretly saw that those people brought not only porridge, but also a lot of steamed buns. Unfortunately, all the steamed buns were taken away."

As he said that, the child who touched his belly became more plausible: "If it wasn't for the fact that steamed buns are more delicious than meat, why would people take the steamed buns away?"

The child licking the bowl nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "It seems to be..."

Another child licked his lips and said, "It's been a long time since I've been hugged like this. I think I can go without food for three days."

The other children smiled and said, "Er Gouzi, can you not rob us when those nobles come with porridge tomorrow?"

The child known as Er Gouzi glanced at his own child and said, "Li Sanwa, you have a good idea. If those noble people really bring porridge, I still want to eat it."

A voice asked weakly: "But, tell me, can that nobleman still bring porridge tomorrow?"

As soon as these words came out, the children were silent for a while, and after a long time, someone said: "It should be possible?"

"It will definitely!" A child who was obviously older than the other children said heavily.

"Brother Abao, why?" A girl asked when she heard the obviously older child's words and pulled his finger.

Abao said eloquently: "Didn't you hear that big man say that he asked us to clean the street, and then gave us steamed buns and white rice porridge to eat. We didn't clean the street today, and they will definitely come tomorrow."

"Brother Abao, when they come tomorrow, should we clean the streets? Then we can eat steamed buns." The child who started talking looked at Abao and asked.

"Of course not." Ah Bao said, looking at the child who spoke at the beginning.

"Why, brother Abao? Didn't Xiaoshi just say that steamed buns are delicious? I want to eat steamed buns." said the child who started talking.

"I know, I know." The child called Little Stone jumped up and down a few times and shouted: "If we clean up the street and those people achieve their goal, they won't give us white rice porridge anymore , it’s better to eat white rice porridge every day instead of steamed buns. Right, brother Abao?”

"Yes." Ah Bao nodded, and then said: "Besides, if we really dare to clean the streets, if Uncle Er Mao and my father find out, they will definitely break our legs."

"Then let's not clean it. It's good to have white rice porridge every day." The child who spoke first said, and then licked the bowl that he had licked until it was as clean as it had been washed.

Qing Zhu didn't know about Yong'an Square, so she was still worrying about what method to use to make those people in Yong'an Square listen to her and clean up the street first.

Of course, cleaning the streets is not the purpose. The purpose of Qingzhu is to make those people less 'lazy'.

However, Qingzhu has never thought of a better way.

In fact, it's not that he didn't think about borrowing the power of the government to serve the stick and the carrot together, but Qingzhu was afraid that those people would have a rebellious mentality, which eventually backfired.

There was no other way, but to use the old method as before, taking a bucket of porridge and two boxes of white flour steamed buns to the front of the gate of Yong'an Square, and then let people go in and shout.

It's a pity that for three or four days in a row, Qing Zhu returned without success.It's just for no reason, so that the children and women of Yonglefang can eat a few more full meals.And it is the white rice porridge that they rarely eat all year round.

Early in the morning of the fifth day, after breakfast, Qingzhu led the people as usual, took the white rice porridge and white flour steamed buns that had been boiled in the kitchen early in the morning, and went out.

After another half morning of useless work, Liu An was a little downcast and planned to have the porridge bucket unloaded.

Qingzhu suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Liu An was overjoyed and looked at Qingzhu.

Qing Zhu looked at Liu An and asked, "Guard Liu, when you distributed white flour steamed buns to beggars these days, did you distribute them in one place, or spread them out?"

Although he didn't know what Qingzhu asked, Liu An replied honestly: "Go back to the county lord, I think you are doing a good deed, the county lord, so I spread out as much as possible to distribute these steamed buns, basically It’s a different place every day.”

(End of this chapter)