Chapter 862

Three days later, after the constant propaganda of the thirteen Taibao, the first batch of victims closest to the Yin imperial city first came to the city.

All the people gathered in front of the house where the imperial envoy settled, waiting for the food with full expectation. Their eyes were full of hopes for life.

"Mom, if you bear it again, you will have food in a while."

"Dad, hold on. The imperial court's disaster relief food has come. We can be saved."

"Daughter, don't sleep. There will be food soon. Our mother and I are saved. Don't sleep. You can't get up when you sleep. Sobbing!"

……

Cang Lang!

However, under the expectation of everyone, no one found that at this moment, the corners around are already full of soldiers of the Kirin army.

There was a trace of shame and intolerance in everyone's eyes, but they still resolutely pulled out the blade in their hands and were ready to slaughter these helpless victims at any time.

Even though some of them had tears in their eyes, some of them were shaking their hands with knives.

But there is no way. They are soldiers. They must carry out the above orders.

On the high platform of a restaurant, Han Donglei and Cao Kun looked at the poor people below, slowly raised their hands, their eyelids trembled, and finally put them down.

But as soon as he put his hand in the middle, a loud drink suddenly sounded: "the grain release began. Everyone lined up in order. It is not allowed to cut in three lines. If there is any violation, he will be killed."

"Ah, wait!"

Pop!

Cao Kun's hand was tightly held in the air by the cold winter thunder. He didn't fall down. He was surprised and said, "third brother, the Imperial Envoys have released grain, so we don't have to kill these victims? If they have grain, they won't become a mob."

"Yes, but how could the man surnamed Yang have food? Wasn't his food robbed?"

Cao Kun scratched his head. For a moment, Zhang Er monk couldn't touch his head and looked puzzled.

Then they stopped fighting for the time being and looked at the movement below. And those generals did not receive the above order, so they did not move.

After a while, eight stoves were carried out from the Imperial Palace, and delicious white rice porridge was boiled as eight strongholds to feed the victims.

However, according to Yang Feng, these rice porridge were boiled very thin, and a handful of soil was sprinkled in each pot. But even so, those disaster victims are grateful and happy as the new year.

Looking at all this, they were stunned. After looking at each other, they murmured, "why don't we withdraw."

"Er... OK!"

As soon as they nodded, they waved and left here. Seeing this, the soldiers couldn't stop breathing and looked happy.

Finally, the people above had a little conscience and didn't let them do such crazy things of indiscriminately killing innocent people. Otherwise, their conscience will be condemned all their life.

Still, they are soldiers, not bandits. How can they casually turn their swords to the people who gave birth to them?

Half an hour later, the patron Wang was still holding his head with guilt in the big account. He kept asking himself whether it was right to do so, but suddenly heard a shout outside the account. It was Cao Kun who came back.

"Father handsome!"

"Why is it finished so soon?"

Without looking up at them, the patron Wang was unhappy.

Cao Kun grinned and said excitedly, "don't kill. The imperial guards will release grain."

Uh!

"What? Food?"

As soon as the body stagnated, the patron Wang fiercely raised his head and said strangely, "didn't his grain be robbed? Where can he put the grain again?"

"We don't know. Anyway, he's putting food now. Hey, hey, hey."

Cold winter Lei smiled like a flower and seemed very satisfied with the result.

The patron Wang took a deep look at them, turned his eyes, suddenly straightened up and walked out: "go, take me to have a look."

After a while, the patron Wang and others rushed from the camp to the Yin imperial city. I saw that the victims everywhere had drunk steaming porridge with a happy smile. Yang Feng was ordering porridge there, directing and scolding: "all right, you, you've been here three times, and I can recognize you. It's agreed that this porridge is a bowl for each person. You can survive, but there's no guarantee that you'll be full."

"Yang Feng!"

With a loud drink, the patron Wang came to Yang Feng with a shocked face and pointed to the eight porridge spots here: "what's going on?"

"Yo, Lord, have you come to check my work? Do you think I'm doing well? Basically everyone has enough to eat, although they don't have enough to eat, hehe hehe."

"Well, I didn't say anything about your porridge. I asked you, didn't you say that all the grain trucks were robbed? How can there be grain relief?"

"Yes, the grain truck was robbed."

Blinking his innocent big eyes, Yang Feng smiled: "but what was robbed was only the car. I didn't say that the food was also robbed."

Oh!

His eyes trembled, and the patron Wang was stunned. Then he said strangely, "the grain truck was robbed, and the grain is still there? Where did you put so much grain? Why didn't I see it when I came three days ago?"

"Inform the Lord that Yang was afraid of being robbed of grain, so he hid the grain under my bedroom as soon as he entered the house. What God cult robbed that day was just an empty car. Today, when the victims arrived, I dared to take out the real grain for disaster relief. Hey, hey, hey."

"Well, you young boy, you're a thief. Even I was cheated by you, ha ha ha!"

Pop!

He slapped Yang Feng on the arm, and the patron Wang immediately looked up to the sky and laughed. Lao Huai was relieved. The depression in the past three days was swept away.

When Cao Kun saw him, he pulled his sleeve tightly and whispered, "father, don't forget your Majesty's entrustment. Let's destroy his disaster relief."

"Destroy a fart. Now we deal with the God sect and save Princess Deyang. We need to be strong and clear. Without his food, we have to kill all the victims in advance to prevent them from rioting. Can you do it?"

With a fierce stare at him, the patron king looked at Yang Feng and shouted, "that Yang boy, if I bring ten times more victims, can you stand this food?"

"Lord, according to the current grain release rate, let alone ten times, even if you pull 20 times, I guarantee that they will have food for three months. It's no problem."

"Well, as long as you have enough food and grass here, I can safely deal with the God sect, ha ha ha!"

He laughed heartily. At this time, the patron Wang looked at Yang Feng and became more intimate. The more he looked, the more pleasant he was.

Yang Feng also had a naive smile on his face and waved back from time to time with his back to his hand.

Suddenly, a group of reporters flocked forward and began to report exclusively.

"With the east wind blowing and the war drums beating, who is afraid of in the world? In the face of inhuman natural disasters and hungry and cold victims, our great president Yang sent food to them thousands of miles away to relieve the people from water and fire. Many people eat this hot white rice porridge and say from the bottom of their hearts that it is the most delicious meal they have ever eaten in their life. President Yang's kindness is more than heaven Big and deeper than the sea, they are the rebirth parents of the people in the disaster area. "

Then the reporters immediately pointed the camera at the patron Wang and said, "Lord, as the commander of Qilin juntong, do you have anything to say to our disaster relief imperial envoy, President Yang?"

"I said to him?"

The patron Wang hesitated. Facing so many scenes, he couldn't think of what to say, but now he was in a good mood, so he patted Yang Feng on the shoulder and laughed: "this boy, very good, very good, ha ha!"

Although these words are very simple, the signal released to the whole country represents the Qilin army's support and optimism for Yang Feng.

Suddenly, the people all over the country were more excited. President Yang was praised by the respected prince. It seems that President Yang is really kind-hearted, excellent young and perfect.

Yang Feng's fans are boiling.

Only the emperor in the palace had his face twitching and his old face was drooping to the ground.

Uncle Huang, I want you to save his face and reduce his prestige. I don't want you to cheer him up in public.

You are still not the last barrier of our Huangfu family, the patron king, my close uncle. Why did you turn your elbow out?

Alas