Chapter 853

He smiled awkwardly. Yang Feng couldn't stop waving his hands. Cancan said, "madam, forgive me. I'm just making an analogy. I don't mean to take advantage of you."

Hum!

A thick breath came out of her nostrils. Mrs. Han turned her head and ignored it.

Yang Feng felt his old face embarrassed, looked around, wanted to change the topic and break the embarrassing atmosphere, so he said with a smile: "eh, Mrs. Han, you are here to give porridge? Is it specially from the imperial capital to do good? Otherwise, there should be no intention to do in the disaster area, ha, ha ha."

"Yes, my wife heard that the people here are miserable, so she came to do something to help my Fenglei people through the difficulties."

"Yes, madam, you are really a Bodhisattva. But why haven't I heard that the Dragon Pavilion is coming to Jiangnan for disaster relief?"

"My wife came to Jiangnan at will and didn't need to make a big fuss. Unlike president Yang, it's hard for you to beat gongs and drums all the way to relieve famine. I'm afraid others don't know that you're going to relieve the disaster and create a press group. You've worked hard all the way, hum hum."

Mrs. Han laughed bitterly and shook her head. Knowing that she couldn't change her prejudice for a moment, Yang Feng stopped arguing.

"Mrs. Han is shameful for her good deeds and noble conduct. With all due respect, Yang, you have a good heart. However, with your disaster relief method, it is estimated that not only can not save many victims, but many victims died bravely. It is really good, Amitabha. Buddha, jade emperor, please forgive Mrs. Han's unintentional mistakes. She killed so many people It's not intentional. Please don't beat her to hell. "

"What are you talking about? I kind-hearted porridge to save people, but I killed the victims? What do you mean?"

Mrs. Han was puzzled and wondered.

With a grin, Yang Feng pointed to the victims who were pressed on the ground by his gravity field and said: "Mrs. Han, you saw it just now. These people almost went to hell for your kind porridge full of love. You said they were dying. Who did it? Maybe they had no food and could last two days, but today they died for you. It's a sin if you don't kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren died because of you. Alas."

Well

When her heart stagnated, Mrs. Han frowned tightly, as if thinking about how to solve this.

Yang Feng took a deep look at her and suddenly said with a smile, "Mrs. Han, look at this. I'll help you relieve the disaster and satisfy your kindness. How about canceling our past relationship?"

"You help me? I use you to help?"

"Why, you don't have to help. You can do it yourself. But I'll tell you in advance. Disaster relief is a technical job and can't be successful only by kindness. Maybe good intentions do bad things and kill people, just like just now. You don't have to die. Because your kind-hearted porridge was killed, you'll commit a sin. Maybe this evil reward will be reported to your husband In fact, he can't have a good baby in his next life. Then he will hate you. "

Ah?

The body trembled, and Mrs. Han became nervous.

Then, Mrs. Han thought for a long time, and then looked at Yang Feng's proud smile. She finally stared at him angrily and said, "well, you help me. I want to see how you relieve the disaster."

"OK, you can learn from it. Hey, hey, hey."

As soon as the corners of his mouth grinned, Yang Feng proudly raised his eyebrows, then moved his mind, untied the gravity field of those people, and the victims stood up again with green eyes.

"Someone!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng shouted loudly, and a group of forbidden guards who followed him to transport grain gathered together.

Yang Feng's face was cold and shouted, "from now on, those who want to eat porridge should queue up for me to get porridge. Anyone who dares to cut in three lines and loot will be killed."

Yes!

Cang Langlang

As soon as the words fell, a group of forbidden guards immediately pulled out the bright blade, which made the victims tremble.

When Mrs. Han saw it, she was in a hurry. She grabbed Yang Feng's arm and scolded, "what are you doing? They are just victims. They are already very poor. Why do you use a knife against them?"

"Mrs. Han, I did this for their good. Before disaster relief, we must set iron rules and have an order, so as to ensure that everyone can get relief. Otherwise, they loot and trample on more people than starve. Then we give porridge, not to save people, but to harm them. It's like throwing a bone at a group of wild dogs, which will surely make them die in the end In order to compete, more than half of the casualties. This is what happens in the dog fighting field, not at the disaster relief site. "

Uh, this

When her heart stagnated, Mrs. Han was speechless.

Yang Feng ignored her and continued to command people and horses to maintain order. During this period, several people who wanted to loot were directly killed, which immediately scared the people out of chaos.

And because of this, everyone received porridge instead, and there were no heavy casualties due to fighting.

Seeing this, Mrs. Han couldn't help nodding. Although this surnamed Yang was despicable, she was really right.

Then, Yang Feng came to the porridge man and saw the porridge soup they scooped out. His eyes suddenly burst and shouted, "I'll go, Mrs. Han, are you here to make porridge or advertise the brand?"

"What's the matter?"

"I also want to ask you what's the matter. Where is shibabao porridge? You Wahaha sponsored it?" gave her a helpless white eye, and Yang Feng almost laughed angrily.

Mrs. Han blinked her innocent big eyes and naturally said, "what's the matter with the eight treasure porridge? The victims can't eat it?"

"Nonsense, if your eight treasures porridge can supply all the victims, of course. But the problem now is that your luxurious porridge can only supply a few people. We are here to relieve the disaster. We want quantity, not quality. Why do you put longan and red dates in it? Your high-end porridge will attract many greedy cats, and they will occupy the share of the victims."

Then Yang Feng pointed to a scholar who was receiving porridge and said, "look at that boy's face. It's white and clean. It's cleaner than me. It's not like a disaster victim. He must have come to take advantage of it. They divided all the porridge. What are the real disaster victims coming to eat?"

"What should we do? We can't see who the victims are and who isn't?"

"Use ordinary white porridge and add more water. Don't cook rice porridge that can satisfy people, but porridge. The thinner the porridge, the better. We just want to save them, not let them eat. The thinner the porridge, the more people can be saved, and..."

With that, Yang Feng grabbed a handful of soil directly from the ground and threw it into the pot, which turned into a pot of mud soup in an instant.

As soon as Mrs. Han saw it, she was very anxious: "what are you doing? Good porridge, why throw the soil?"

"In order to prevent someone from pretending to be a disaster victim to cheat porridge. At least ordinary people won't eat this mud porridge."

"But how can the victims eat this muddy water?"

"At first glance, you haven't seen the real victims. They are so hungry that they can eat the soil. Some people even choke on the soil. Now this muddy porridge is delicious for them."

"But you can't bully the victims like this. Is this what people eat?"

"Mrs. Han!"

With a loud drink, Yang Feng solemnly said, "can the victims still be human? They are just a group of living creatures now. Just give them a bite to save their lives. Now our food is limited. In order to give this limited food to those who really need it. Listen to me, yes, it is absolutely good."

Yang Feng said it very seriously. Mrs. Han stared at him and finally nodded heavily.

In this way, the almsgiving porridge became thinner and thinner, and soil was added inside. Many people in line left immediately.

Only those people who are really hungry will swallow recklessly and be grateful to Yang Feng and them.

Seeing this, Mrs. Han nodded clearly, and then looked at Yang Feng, who was still directing the actions of others. A strange light flashed in her eyes.

This Lord Yang is not a gentleman, but he really has a set