After Manager Wang prepared all the rice and grain needed, Fu Tian started to give porridge to the east of the city as he said.

Although the victims were eager for food, they were still wary of outsiders they had never met before, and looked at Fu Tian and his group eagerly and fearfully.

Fu Tian had long anticipated this situation, so he did not cause trouble for the fake monks for the time being. Instead, he joined Wei Yang and used the fake monk's previous reputation to bring closer relationships with the victims.

"We brothers were deeply moved when we heard that Master Pudu was rescued by the victims in Changliu County, so we followed Master Pudu to serve porridge, hoping to overcome difficulties with you."

Wei Yang had a baby face and smiled without any threat. When the victims heard that they had brought out Master Pudu, they believed most of them. They saw the slap in front of them stirring in the thick wooden barrel with a spoon. Smelling the scent of rice, the victims swallowed unconsciously and surrounded the wooden barrels.

Fu Tian stood on the stool and asked them to line up loudly. After shouting several times, everyone had it. The anxious victims suppressed their desire and lined up in order, staring at the porridge in the wooden barrel.

There were many victims in the east of the city, and the news was spreading, and other families not in the east of the city also lined up to receive porridge with porcelain bowls. The wooden barrels containing thick porridge were exchanged for buckets after bucket. It was not until the sky was getting dark that it was finally delivered.

There were too many victims, and later there was insufficient staff. Fu Tian and Wei Yang also rolled up their sleeves to help. They were finally relieved until now.

An old man in rags held a bowl and squatted at the bottom of the wall and drank the porridge in the bowl with cherished taste. After drinking two sips, he couldn't bear to drink it anymore. He put the porridge bowl that had been broken to his wife's mouth and asked her to drink more.

"Old man, we'll come tomorrow."

When Fu Tian saw this scene, his heart felt a little sour and put out some of the porridge left in the wooden barrel and handed it to him.

The old man raised his wrinkled face, his eyes were already very turbid. He took the porcelain bowl with trembling hands and kept thanking him. Tears flowed out of his turbid eyes, and ravines winding out on his loose skin. "Thank you, Master, the Buddha will bless you. Good people will be rewarded, and good people will be rewarded..."

Fu Tian avoided the old man's gift and said with a smile: "Eat it slowly, don't save it. Put this porridge until tomorrow will cause a bad stomach. We will definitely come back tomorrow."

The old man nodded in tears and buried his head in a big gulp of porridge in the bowl.

Fu Tian turned his head and suddenly felt something and turned to look at Pudu Temple behind him. Master Pudu was standing at the gate of the temple and looking at them. Fu Tian narrowed his eyes, bowed with his hands together, and showed a cold smile at him.

The two were a bit far apart, and Master Pudu probably didn't see his expression clearly, so he returned a whim with a fake look.

The next day, Fu Tian still brought people to the east of the city to give porridge. After a day, not only the victims in the east of the city knew that the entire Changliu County family knew that there were people cooking porridge in the east of the city, and the people were holding the porcelain bowls at home early in the morning and lined up in a long queue.

The porridge is given for a whole day. In order to ensure that everyone can get it, even if some people come to quench it after they finish eating, they don’t care until the weather is declining.

This is like this one day, two days, three days... Fu Tian brought people to serve porridge every day. After a few days, everyone knew that a great charity came to Changliu County. He gave porridge every day, and those who couldn't eat would not be worried about being starved to death.

The people's daily hope is to wait for Fu Tian to come and serve porridge. After a few days, they didn't even listen to the lectures of Pudu Temple. After all, a bowl of thick porridge rice is much more affordable than an illusory lecture.

There are fewer people who go to Pudu Temple to listen to the lectures.

Ten days later, the reputation of the Fu family rice shop quickly overshadowed Pudu Temple. Fu Tian and Wei Yang were called living Bodhisattvas by the people. Hope appeared in the numb eyes of the people, and Changliu County, which was like a stagnant water, finally had a trace of vitality.

But on the eleventh day, the group of people who arrived in the east of the city to give porridge on time every day were nowhere to be seen. The people who had been queuing with porcelain bowls early looked panicked, guessing whether they would not come to give porridge today.

The long queue was noisy. Master Pudu, who had been stealing the limelight for several days, took the opportunity to pretend to appease the people. He was completely ignored for several days. He could not hold back his kind-hearted face, thinking that Fu Tian and the others were here to compete for "business" with him, so he took the opportunity to appease him and said a lot of bad things about Fu Tian and the others openly and secretly.

The people who were already anxious were even more excited, and some people even began to complain and insult.

It is said that fighting Mi En is promoted to Mi Qiu. Fu Tian has been giving him free porridge for a while. Many people remember his kindness, but they have also helped a small number of people. These people have begun to resent because they have lost their fixed source of food.

After being excited, they were disappointed. Someone suggested that it would be better to go to the Fu family rice shop to ask if they would come to donate porridge today. Someone hesitated to stop them. It was their kindness to be willing to come to donate porridge, but now the rice and grain are so expensive. Even if they are rich, they can't stand the porridge every day.

And Fu Tian, ​​who was being discussed, had already been ready for this day.

Previously, he and Wei Yang came forward to give porridge to win the favor and trust of the people. Qin officials were responsible for meeting with the county magistrate's office and discussing detailed disaster relief matters. Now they have a certain reputation among the victims, and they are about to start implementing the second step of the plan.

In the midst of the riot, Fu Tian came out with two guards and bowed apologetically, "Sorry, it's too late today."

The noisy people suddenly calmed down, their eyes fell behind him, and some anxious people couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Fu won't give me some porridge today?"

Fu Tian shook his head, "In the future, it will be changed to Shi Mi, but we need to change another way."

A series of discussion suddenly sounded in the crowd, and someone asked, "What's the solution?"

Fu Tian looked sideways and signaled the guards to paste the previously drafted regulations on the wall. Because someone was illiterate, he asked the guards to read it loudly twice.

"Locusts are flooded in the city. We discuss with the county magistrate and hope that everyone can catch the locusts together..."

"People are about to starve to death, so they have no strength to catch locusts. I said there are no great charity people. It turns out that they are lying with those dog officials to deceive us!" Before Fu Tian finished speaking, someone below cursed loudly.

The crowd of people burst into tears again. Fu Tian's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and pressed down, indicating that everyone was quiet.

"It's not that everyone can do their best. Ten locusts can be exchanged for a penny, and one hundred locusts can be exchanged for a hu of rice."

Fu Tian's voice was not loud, but when he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, followed by a louder and noisier discussion than before. Obviously, everyone was shocked by the news. Ten locusts cost ten cents per cent, and those one hundred locusts cost ten cents. Now, a hu of rice only costs one hundred locusts, which is ten cents!

You should know that since the beginning of the drought, the price of grain has risen to more than two taels of silver, and ordinary people can't afford it at all. However, those unscrupulous grain merchants all made an appointment, and the prices were outrageously higher than the other, which led to so many people losing everything for a little food.

But now he said that a hu of rice costs only ten cents! This is the price before the drought!

It took a long time for someone to ask in a trembling voice, "This is true? Didn't you lie to us?"

Fu Tianrong, "Of course, this is the result of our discussion with the county magistrate. If you catch the locusts, you can go to the county magistrate's office to exchange for silver or rice grain. The silver and rice grain will be paid by the Fu family rice shop."

"Thank you, young master! You are really a living Bodhisattva!"

The excited people knelt down one after another, crawled and kowtowed to Fu Tian. Fu Tian spoke to stop them and advised him: "The court is still working hard to relieve disasters. Don't give up easily, work together, and the natural disaster will pass soon."

The people knelt on the ground, all with tears in their eyes. When they cried, they formed a group of people to catch locusts in the city.

Locusts were everywhere, and the victims did not care about their lives and death, and they all grabbed them into their pockets made of clothes, or put them in sacks they found from their homes...

Pudu Temple and Master Pudu were completely thrown away, and all the victims joined the locust-catching army.

Some people don’t believe that such a good thing is so they first brought dozens of locusts to the government office to change. The gate of the county magistrate’s office was open, and a table was placed at the door. The official wearing official uniform sat behind the table. When he saw someone coming, he took the pocket to count the quantity.

"The total number of sixty pieces is six cents." After the official took the pen to record his name, the quantity and the amount of silver, he took out six cents from the purse in the table to give to the man who came to exchange for it.

The man held the six cents, was a little excited and unbelievable, and asked again in a trembling voice: "I don't want money, can I change it to rice?"

The official pointed to the opposite side, "Go to the opposite side if you change the rice." As he said that, he shouted to the opposite side, "Count it, sixty."

The man carried the cloth pocket over and looked at the opposite side with anticipation. The officials here placed an open rice bag behind them, and there was a bamboo tube marked with a scale in the rice bag. After he recorded it again, he asked the man to take a pocket for rice and scooped up most of the rice with the bamboo tube.
Chapter completed!