Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Seven

Zhou Kewen's porridge shed opened. Fifteen iron pans with the size of rolling pans lined up in a row, all of which are thick grits, which is much better than the porridge of foreigners.Foreigners don’t even use chopsticks for porridge, Zhou Kewen’s grits are scooped out and lumps are scooped out, and each person is served with a white steamed bun.There is an endless stream of people who come here to have a meal.People from Zhoujiazhai came to help Zhou Kewen, those who lit the fire, those who carried water, those who chopped firewood, those who milled noodles, those who pushed rollers... They were busy here, and they also ate here.Many people have not smelled the smell of grain for two years, and now they have eaten their stomachs.

Handilong and his brothers also stayed to help Zhou Kewen. They were responsible for maintaining order in the restaurant.Handilong was moved by Zhou Kewen. In order to relieve the disaster, his brother Xiucai took both his sons into it. This is really a saint.Thinking about what he did to Mingdetang before, he felt ashamed.He is not a dry land dragon, nor Qin Shankui now, but Liu Shouwa from decades ago, and his scholar brother affectionately calls him Brother Shouwa. The foreigners in Jiangzhang Town fought with Zhou Kewen for a day and were defeated. They cleaned up their stalls that evening.Before leaving, a black old man ran over to bid farewell to Zhou Kewen, saying that they would leave when he came, and they would open a porridge shed in a place where there was no disaster relief, and even said a Chinese idiom: throw bricks to attract jade.Only ghosts believe their words, they are looking for a step downhill for themselves.Although the Chinese language of the foreigners is not fluent, Zhou Kewen understands their gesture of thumbs up, and the foreigners are convinced!

Zhou Kewen burst into tears.He won! Taoism is saved!People's hearts are saved!The two sons deserved to die, they can rest in peace!The imperial court couldn't beat the foreigners, but he defeated them! Zhou Kewen's heart was as hard as iron, but he couldn't control himself at this moment, his tears formed a thread like water from the eaves, and finally he burst into tears. Crying and crying, the old man suddenly sang again, this is the sharp Qin opera: The singing voice of "Goujiatan" is generous and tragic, high-pitched and passionate, like a gust of wind blowing through Qinchuan eight hundred miles away.The yellow dust all over the sky was blown away, and the sky was dazzlingly blue.Huang Longyuan was so shaken that his body fell to the ground, he crawled on his knees and listened attentively.Qin Ling was awakened, lifted the cover of cloud and mist, stood in awe, and stared in admiration.

At this moment, the world is quiet and everything is moving. The people in the dining hall were dumbfounded, they couldn't tell whether it was a man singing an opera or a show of power! it is good!They cheered in unison, thunderous cheers. The dinners in the first three days went well. Not only locals but also Longxi people who spoke foreign dialects came here to eat.Although there were many people, Liu Shouwa and the others kept the order in perfect order.The hungry people prepared their own bowls and chopsticks, and waited in line for a meal.Zhou Kewen patrolled around with his hands behind his back and a cigarette pot in his mouth.When the hungry people saw Zhou Kewen coming, they all nodded and bowed, praising Zhou Kewen as a kind person.Zhou Kewen was very proud in his heart, and he was very happy, but he kept saying, "Don't dare to be, dare not be, I am not a good person, a saint is a good person, it is a saint who taught me to do this, thank him if you want to thank the old man."

Who is the saint?Some hungry people asked gratefully.Zhou Kewen was taken aback and said, it's the master.The man shook his head as soon as he heard it. Fuzi is fodder for pigs. Zhou Kewen asked them to thank Fuzi. Do you want to send them away with Fuzi?He asked cautiously, is there no food?Zhou Kewen knew that he had misheard, so he said it again, Confucius!The man was even more confused, the bran was bad enough, it was still hollow!In fact, not only this person, but a large group of people were stunned.Zhou Kewen became irritable, he yelled, "I don't know that Confucius doesn't give food, so those who want to eat stand up!"There was hesitation in the team, but a large group stood up after a while.

Zhou Kewen became even angrier when he saw it. Most of the hungry people didn't know the saint!He wanted to swear, but he held back. He became more and more aware of the need for disaster relief.He yelled at these people, come with me, I tell you to open your eyes.In the center of the dining room is a table of eight immortals, on which is enshrined a tablet with the inscription "Dacheng Zhishen Wenxuan King", and a round gold plaque the size of a fist is tied to the top of the tablet, and an old man with a head is carved in the gold plaque. , that is the amulet of Zhou Kewen's grandson.Zhou Kewen had long expected that there would be hungry people who would not understand Wang Hua and would have to use disaster relief to give them extra lessons, so he prepared this incense case in advance, but he did not expect that there would be so many ignorant people.Zhou Kewen led these people to his master and asked them to kowtow and bow until they remembered the name of the saint before giving them food.

This is a trick Zhou Kewen learned from foreigners. Foreigners worship Yishu, and he worships Confucius. On the morning of the fourth day, Zhou Kewen and his people were busy in the porridge shed, when they suddenly heard bursts of dull thunder, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang... This sound made Zhou Kewen happy at first, he thought it was going to rain. It's raining, but looking up at the sky, the sky is still so clear that there is no cloud.Zhou Kewen was puzzled, what is this for?Just as he was in a daze, the ground under his feet began to shake, and yellow dust rose up in the distance, covering the sky and covering the sun.The yellow dust rolled towards this side quickly, like a sandstorm all over the sky.

Zhou Kewen widened his eyes in surprise, watching the monstrous flood rushing towards him. This is a boundless torrent, filling from the foot of the Qinling Mountains to the Weibei Plateau, and the entire Guanzhong Road is its riverbed!These are hungry people who eat big families, thousands of homeless people, wherever there is food, they flock to wherever there is food.They swept down from the Longxi Plateau, robbing towns when they met towns, and robbing villages when they encountered villages, eating everything they could eat, taking everything they could take, and burning everything they could!The number of people is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball. When the rich meet them, they immediately become poor. When the big family meets them, they have nothing.These people are like locusts overwhelming the sky, leaving no grass where they fly!

Jiangzhang Town has been serving meals for a while, first foreigners, then Zhou Kewen, and Zhou Kewen entertained better than foreigners, the news spread farther and farther, and finally attracted the big eaters. This is a menacing flood, no one dares to stop them, no one can stop them, they can only let them attack the city and conquer the land, pull out the stronghold and destroy the village. But Liu Shouwa wanted to block these people.He maintains order, and even protects Zhou Kewen. This is his duty.Wanting to snatch his talented brother's food, that's not bad!He and his brothers yelled loudly: Stop, if you dare to go forward, I will break your dog legs!

Those people don't care at all. Liu Shouwa thought that the footsteps were noisy, and they probably couldn't hear them.He pulled out the box cannon and fired into the sky. His brothers all followed him, and the gunshots were as dense as firecrackers. Those people are still moving forward. Liu Shouwa became irritable. He was a bandit, and he had never seen anyone more violent than a bandit.Call me! When Liu Shouwa gave an order, more than a dozen guns spit out flames, and the people walking in front immediately fell down in a row.But the people behind didn't even look at the fallen people, they stepped over the corpses and moved forward numbly.The more Liu Shouwa beat him, the more people there were in front of him, and the more he beat them, the closer they were to him.

Liu Shouwa was frightened, he had never seen this kind of formation before, what was in front of him was not a person at all, it was rolling stones, it was a rushing flood, and there was no reaction at all to the bullets.Besides, their bullets seemed to be gone. Liu Shouwa yelled, Brother Xiucai, run quickly! But they couldn't run.Liu Shouwa and her brother were swallowed up by the flow of people in the blink of an eye.They were trampled, crushed, torn. The porridge shed was submerged, the tablet of the sage was kicked over, Jiangzhang Town was crushed, Zhoujiazhai was flattened, and the men, women and children here were instantly sucked into the vortex. They shouted, cried, struggled, and were swept away by the mighty The turbulent torrent carried me away...