The food problem in the city was solved, but the remaining food was not enough to allocate it to the refugees outside the city. So Chen Xiuping could only propose a strange plan to mix sand in the porridge. This plan was seen by Chen Xiuping from Heshen’s disaster relief in the TV series in his previous life. Now the riots outside are becoming more and more radical, so Chen Xiuping can only make this a bad move.

"I know, I'm afraid I'm not going to be so conscientious. Is the refugees willing to eat the porridge?"

Zhao Ji couldn't believe that Chen Xiuping would have such thoughts. Chen Xiuping sighed and said, "Mr. Zhao, what would you choose to eat porridge mixed with sand and die? Besides, those refugees are already eating tree roots and soil. They should eat some sand in the porridge. This is also a helpless move. When this period of time passes, the harvest will be better."

In the end, Zhao Ji adopted Chen Xiuping's plan, but Zhao Ji did not want to come forward and insisted on letting Chen Xiuping go to serve porridge. Chen Xiuping agreed based on the principle of sympathy.

When the refugees outside heard that the government had served porridge, they immediately crowded over. They finally arranged the team and the porridge was smooth. The refugees took the porridge and drank it directly, not caring about the sand inside. They were so hungry that they could even eat the roots and soil of the tree. What was the point of a little sand in the porridge, and they drank it in a few sips.

The magician and the butcher behind also came to queue up. The place where the porridge was served was inside the city wall. They had been blocked when they came to check the situation in the city before, but now they had the opportunity to check, so they naturally could not let go.

When the butcher saw that there was sand in the porridge that the refugees ate, he was immediately angry and was about to strode forward to ask why there was sand in the porridge. The magician on the side directly grabbed him and signaled him not to do anything randomly.

After receiving the porridge, the magician squatted aside and carefully observed the situation in the city. The butcher beside him could not get down with the porridge. At this time, Chen Xiuping's eyes also looked at him. Dozens of people were squatting together neatly, which would definitely attract attention, and they all held the porridge without drinking. If they were really refugees, how could they hold the porridge without drinking it when they were so hungry?

The God's Purposer also noticed Chen Xiuping's gaze and immediately signaled everyone to start drinking porridge. The butcher was angry and asked him to drink the sand porridge. He threw the bowl away and turned away. Their strange actions naturally attracted Chen Xiuping. The God's Purposer was also a smart person. He asked everyone to leave with the bowl, so he left him squatted there, drinking while checking the situation.

Chen Xiuping suddenly came over, squatted beside the magician and asked, "Is this porridge delicious?"

"It's okay, it's just a bit salty."

After Chen Xiuping asked, he didn't continue asking. He turned around and went back. He was already suspicious that the identity of this group of people was not a refugee. Not only did he add sand to the porridge, but he even added several times more salt. How could ordinary hungry refugees think that the porridge is salty? Not to mention the strange behavior of this group of people, one of them didn't even drink the porridge, so there must be a problem.

The God's Purposer seemed to have noticed something wrong with his words, and quickly left the scene. When he returned to the shed, he saw the butcher drinking. He stepped forward a few steps and smashed the butcher's jar.

"What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? You are here to cooperate with my actions, not to make trouble. The porridge-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-double-

When the God's Operationman mentioned the butcher's anger rose directly and shouted: "Drink porridge? How to drink that porridge? Tell me?"

"Look at the refugees, they can drink it. If the Tianshi hadn't recruited you into the army, you would have even tasted better than what they drank now."
Chapter completed!