Liu Xuande worked hard for many days, and it turned out that he was giving the porridge to the yellow turban thieves. The people who were watching looked at it, looked at their fingers, and whispered, saying that it was such a good thing, why would they feed it to the thieves?

The scene of Liu Xuande serving porridge to the Yellow Turbans became a scene. The common people were having a hard time, but compared with the beggars of the Yellow Turban refugees, they seemed much better.

The matter of appeasement is in full swing.

Among the crowd, Li Mengxi was particularly busy.

He directs the work of the whole place.

There was a lime truck waiting nearby, with a load of quicklime prepared two or three days ago.

Li Mengxi went over and said to a few villagers holding winnowing baskets, pointing to the main road near the porridge shed, "Brothers, spread lime on the ground. Spread it all over the ground where people walk."

The village heroes have nothing to do all day long, and are very enthusiastic when there is work to do.

Li Mengxi gave the order, and the village heroes took two shovels of quicklime into the dustpan and basket, and then spread the lime on the ground along the main road.

Quicklime has a bactericidal effect.

Refugees from all over the place gather nearby, and there is a dense flow of people. If one of them has an infectious disease or something, spitting everywhere, and the wind blows again, the virus will spread with the dust, one to ten, ten to a hundred, the virus will spread easily.

Quicklime was the cheapest disinfectant material in ancient times.

Li Mengxi was busy running left and right. Seeing that Li Mengxi was busy, Liu Bei stopped busy. Liu Bei pulled two children on the left and right, stood on the roadside, and carefully looked at the people queuing up one by one.

After passing thirty or fifty people.

The baby that Xia Houzhuan brought back saw a peasant woman, "Mom!" the baby cried out in surprise, happily broke away from Liu Bei's hand, rushed over, bumped into the peasant woman's arms, and hugged the peasant woman's legs.

This is this little girl’s mother.

The peasant woman looked closely at the baby that bumped into her arms and saw that it was her son.

The peasant woman quickly picked up her son. When she saw that her son's little face, which was sallow and sick a few days ago, was now a little bloody and flushed, and when her hands touched the thick clothes on her son's body, she said, "My son (Er is not)

pronunciation), who gave you the clothes?”

The child was in his mother's arms. He turned around happily and pointed to Liu Bei, "He gave it to me."

The peasant woman turned around and saw a big man wearing a coarse cloth and no brocade, but he looked very elegant and had a kind expression.

The peasant woman came over with her son in her arms and wanted to kneel down in front of Liu Bei.

Liu Bei supported the peasant woman and comforted her. After saying this, it was time to treat her as home and don't see her outside.

The peasant woman burst into tears after saying just one sentence.

"Sister-in-law, hold the baby and go get the porridge." Liu Bei smiled and pointed to the nearby porridge shed.

The peasant woman turned back step by step, wiped her tears, and headed towards the porridge shed.

The child left, and his mother carried him away. Xiao Bian looked at him with envy, his mouth pursed, a little sad, and his eyes watery.

Everyone has a mother, but I don’t have a mother.

Xiao Bian was heartbroken and silently aggrieved.

The most important thing was to help the child find his mother. The matter was done. Liu Bei took Xiao Brick and went to find Li Mengxi.

At this time, Liu Bei noticed that Xiao Bian was not in a high mood and his head was hanging down.

Liu Bei was thoughtful and noticed something keenly. He bent down and picked up Xiao Brick, "Let's go!" Liu Bei put Xiao Brick on his shoulder, "Brick, let's go stew some meat for brother, shall we?"

"Yeah!" As soon as Xiao Bian heard that there was meat to eat, he immediately became happy and no longer missed his mother sadly.

Like coaxing his son, Liu Bei found Li Mengxi with a small brick on his head.

Li Mengxi was scratching his head and wondering where there was any oversight.

At this time, Liu Bei came.

"Xi'er." Liu Bei called, "What kind of meat do you want to eat?" Liu Bei said with a smile on his face.

"Ah?" Li Mengxi, whose train of thought was interrupted, looked back at Liu Bei, a little confused, "What kind of meat?"

"Ha! Xi'er has worked hard on the refugees, and his hard work has made great achievements. How can he not reward him!" Liu Bei smiled and said, "Say, what kind of meat can we get to eat?"

"Just get some." Li Mengxi had no choice but to say.

"How about the chicken?" Liu Bei asked.

"also."

A good one will do, chicken is considered the most precious ingredient among poultry and livestock.

Chicken is much more expensive than pork, and also much more expensive than duck.

As for beef that is better than chicken, or "donkey meat that is better than dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground", in the former case, cattle are an important production tool, and it is not easy to kill cattle. Donkeys are not necessarily raised by ordinary people, and raising large animals requires costs.

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Therefore, chicken is the top ingredient among common poultry and livestock.

Liu Bei saw that it was almost noon, so he was going to cook chicken to reward Li Mengxi.

Liu Bei did not neglect Si Hao just because Li Mengxi was one of his own. Liu Bei saw that Li Mengxi was so busy trying to appease the refugees that his feet did not touch the ground. No matter what, he had to reward him for his hard work.

The process of recruiting the Yellow Turbans had been prepared a few days ago, and now more than a thousand people came. Because they were fully prepared, there was no rush at all.

Li Mengxi saw that the porridge was too hot and asked someone to bring cold water to cool it down. He could pay attention to every detail, which is enough to explain the problem.

A cart of lime was scattered, and the ground was covered with white flour.

Li Mengxi put his hands behind his back and wandered between the porridge shacks. He felt full of accomplishment. These porridge shacks were set up by his order. Twenty of them were set up.

, there is no guarantee that there will be bowls, so hundreds of bowls are prepared in advance.

When you meet someone who doesn't have a bowl, give him a bowl. After the porridge is finished, there will be a bucket next to him. The bowl will be washed and put away for the next person who doesn't have a bowl.

Comparing the number of bowls with the number of refugees, even if none of the refugees have bowls, based on the number of bowls prepared, each bowl can be turned three times on average, which is enough for each of these hungry refugees to eat one bowl first.

Thick porridge.

Li Mengxi strolled around and inspected like a grown-up.

One was holding the older one, holding the younger one in his arms, and the other was an old woman. The cook had already filled a bowl for her, but the old woman refused to leave and begged, "Please give me another half of the bowl. The two kids have been hungry for several days. Master Jun."

"No more than half a spoonful..."

The old woman held her hair in a rag, her face was dark, wrinkled, and dusty. She was holding a bowl, and she was reluctant to drink the porridge in the bowl. She fed it to the hungry little one in her arms first.

The child in the old woman's arms was so hungry and skinny that it had a big head and a small body. It had no meat on its body and only a layer of skin all over its body. It was frighteningly thin.

The child was holding the bowl, looking very hungry, and was gulping down the porridge with all his strength.

A bowl of porridge was finished in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the advantage of adding cold water to the porridge can be seen. If the porridge is not cold, the child will be burned if he drinks the hot porridge in one go.

This old woman had two children, one large and one small, making a total of three children. The two children were too young, and the cook only gave them a bowl of porridge after each of the adults.

The old grandma looked at her little grandson who had eaten all the porridge, and then looked at her eldest grandson who was watching helplessly on the ground. The old grandma felt very sad. She held the empty bowl with trembling hands, smiled with her, and handed the bowl over tremblingly.

Go over and say, "Give me another half-spoon shot..."
Chapter completed!