You see, eating other people's porridge and still pushing it to the limit is really bold and ignorant.

Is that so? No.

An old woman who looks timid and has no knowledge, looks timid and afraid of getting into trouble. She has just arrived in an unfamiliar place. How could she have the courage to ask for half a spoonful of porridge in order to take advantage of her?

It wasn't for the sake of the baby that this old woman mustered up the courage to receive a blank look and only asked for half a spoonful of thick porridge.

Li Mengxi saw this scene not far away.

"Huotou Army, all deactivated, come here!"

Childish shouts sounded.

"Stop working, everyone, come here!" Li Mengxi stood in the middle of the avenue, in the porridge shed, and shouted to the cooks under the surrounding porridge sheds.

The cooks did not dare to neglect and came out of the porridge shed.

Li Mengxi frowned and shouted to the porridge shed a little further away, who seemed to be unable to hear, "Who is over there, come here!"

Li Mengxi also didn’t give his name.

The other cooks who had gathered over helped shout, "Goudan! Come here!"

Oh, this deaf person is called Goudan.

When Goudan'er came, all the twenty cooks from the porridge shack came.

Li Mengxi raised his head and glanced at the cooks.

"I'm telling you, let's divide the porridge according to the head. Regardless of adults or children, each person has a bowl of porridge. Do you listen?"

All the cooks nodded.

"What about the milk baby? Give me a bowl too?" a cook asked.

A suckling baby refers to a baby who cannot eat porridge.

Maybe the cook felt that it was unfair to other people that a baby who couldn't eat porridge should be given a bowl of porridge like an adult.

After hearing this, Li Mengxi thought for a while, "Based on the head, the baby at the breast is given a bowl of porridge. If there are several people, just a few bowls of porridge are given. Even the babies under one month old are given one bowl. Do you understand?" Li Mengxi looked at everyone.

Cook.

All the cooks understood it.

"Disband!" Li Mengxi ordered to disperse.

The cooks went back to the porridge shed and were busy again.

After Li Mengxi gave the order, he looked at the old woman with two babies, one big and one small.

Li Mengxi saw that after the cook returned to his seat, he took a bowl and a spoon and filled three bowls of porridge.

"Here, sister-in-law," the cook brought the porridge to the old woman, "These three bowls are all good."

This means that the old woman and her family of three have already received one bowl of porridge. Now, because the rules for dividing porridge have changed, the calculation is recalculated. The old and weak family of three have received three more bowls of porridge, which is equivalent to receiving an extra bowl.

Now, the two little kids can eat enough, and the old woman can also eat.

Unlike three people who only share a bowl of porridge according to the heads of adults, the children are not enough to eat, and the adults can't eat.

As the cook said, some babies are also given a bowl of porridge. Is this fair?

Fair enough.

Just because there is a baby, a bowl of porridge is given to the baby. Although the baby can't eat the porridge, does the baby's mother need to eat more so that she can have milk, and does the baby's father also need to eat more than others?

, so strong to protect the little baby.

Therefore, it is very fair, based on head, not on age.

Regarding the seemingly trivial matter of dividing porridge, Li Mengxi wandered around and discovered a serious problem.

If this problem is not discovered, the rules for dividing porridge are actually not strict. If there are few adults and many children in a family, and if no attention is paid, the refugee family will not have enough porridge for a long time, and someone may starve to death.

For joining Liu Bei's rebel army and starving to death, is this a slap in Liu Bei's face or a slap in Li Mengxi's face?

Fortunately, Li Mengxi wandered around for a while.

When he discovered the problem, Li Mengxi felt that hanging around here made sense.

There is another family of Yellow Turban refugees, a family of three, a mother and two children, a boy and a girl. The girl is older and is the older sister.

After the new porridge distribution order was issued, the family of three received the porridge. The porridge was three tablespoons, that is, three bowls.

According to the portion of the porridge, it is impossible to eat full. You can only eat half full. Try to avoid starvation first, so as not to starve to death, and make arrangements later.

This mother and her two siblings received three bowls of porridge.

The mother brought a bowl of porridge to her younger brother, and then took a bowl herself. When her sister went to get the porridge, her mother glared, reached out and slapped her sister on the back of her hand, "Look at that dead look on your face! Eat, eat!"

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The sarcastic mother raised her hand and slapped her sister on the head, "I know how to eat it every day!"

"You don't want to eat my brother's food!"

The elder sister rubbed the red hands that had been beaten by her mother. She looked at her mother and brother who were drinking porridge with grievance. She watched her mother finish the porridge and pick up another bowl.

My mother is not a good mother, but my little brother is sensible, "Sister, let me drink it for you." Seeing that his sister is not eating, the little brother makes a babyish sound and wants to give some of his own porridge to his sister.

"Don't let her drink it!" The mother gave her sister a hard look and snatched away her brother's porridge.

Li Mengxi happened to pass by here, and he would look at the children wherever they were.

Because the pair of siblings faced each other with their backs to each other, Li Mengxi could not see his sister's expression. He felt aggrieved for her.

Damn it, you, a parent, rob your child of her food rations, just because she is a girl and you want to starve her to death.

Li Mengxi's eyes were slightly cold.

In front of him, Xiang Yong walked by with a spear, and Li Mengxi called Xiang Yong to stop.

"Take that woman," Li Mengxi pointed at her, "take it down!" he ordered sternly.

The Xiangyong didn't know why, so two Xiangyong armed with guns dragged the peasant woman over, pressed her in front of Li Mengxi, and knelt down on the ground.

At this time, all eyes were focused on Li Mengxi.

When the refugees arrived at Zhuozhou City, they never had any trouble with the refugees from the beginning to the end.

At this time, people were suddenly arrested, and everyone in the Yellow Turbans looked over in fear, fearing that the officers and soldiers had malicious intentions or something.

The peasant woman was escorted, but she didn't know what was going on. She looked at the half-grown man in front of her in panic.

"Let me ask you, there are three people in your family, and you are given three bowls of porridge, why do you only drink it for your son, and why don't you let your daughter drink it? Huh?" Li Mengxi asked coldly.

The peasant woman lowered her head and dared not speak.

"Listen clearly!" Li Mengxi looked at the Yellow Turban refugees and shouted loudly, "Every head is a bowl of porridge! Whoever owns the porridge belongs to whom! Let me see whose parents and elders dare to rob the children.

Eat, I’ll chop your heads off!”

Li Mengxi roared with authority. He was not old, but his momentum was overwhelming.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban crowd had been restrained, "Military Judge! Twenty sticks! Beat!"

Li Mengxi ordered the execution.

Then, the two country warriors took their guns and hit the peasant woman.

The two siblings brought by the peasant woman cried heartbreakingly when they saw their mother being beaten.

Li Mengxi couldn't bear it and looked elsewhere.

The village warriors were very restrained and did not use too much force, otherwise they would be knocked down with just one shot of the rifle.

After twenty rounds of beatings with batons, Li Mengxi looked at the frightened peasant woman, his eyes softened a little, "Go ahead, don't abuse your daughter again."

With that said, Li Mengxi walked to the porridge shed, asked the cook to make another bowl of porridge, and gave it to the elder sister of the two siblings, "Here, drink it."

Li Mengxi smiled.

The girl didn't dare to pick it up, so Li Mengxi handed it to her.

"Drink." Li Mengxi encouraged.

The girl didn't drink the porridge, but she cried immediately. The tears fell down her face into the bowl. The girl drank the porridge while crying silently. There were more and more tears. She didn't know if the tears would fall into the porridge.
Chapter completed!