240: C240 A Demon's Words Bewitch the Masses

C240 A Demon's Words Bewitch the Masses

0Not long after that, Soong Gufeng and Lee Yuanlu followed the crowd and arrived at the Porridge Providing Shack in the western part of the city.

This place was originally a manor that belonged to the Princess Qi Mansion. After the people of the Buping House arrived, it was seized by Crown Prince. Since it belonged to their family, no one would have any objections.

At this moment, the doors of the manor were wide open. There were large iron pots placed in the courtyard. Each pot contained a huge amount of white porridge, and from time to time, leaves of bitter cold grass would float out from the pots.

In order to deal with the disaster victims in the entire huge city, the big pots in Porridge Providing Shack were constantly matched with matches. After each pot was finished, another pot would be made. This was to ensure that the disaster victims had food to eat at all times.

Of course. . .

The reason why there was such a situation where the supply was running out was because there were too many people.

Under the control of the Bitter Cold Grass, if they were not really hungry, they would not come here to drink porridge. Even so, they could not stop the fire here.

The line of people was like a long line. The long street in front of the manor was already lined up in eight rows. It appeared to be very orderly outside the chaotic crowd.

Many disaster victims who had their houses destroyed by the flood simply fell asleep on the street outside the manor. When they woke up from their hunger, they stood up quietly and found a line to go in and line up.

Soong Gufeng walked into a line. When he saw those people, he felt that he was rather lucky. Although his home was in shambles, he was still able to live. He was much better than these people who had nothing on the streets.

Along the way, Soong Gufeng and Lee Yuanlu were chatting and laughing. However, when they arrived at the long street, the two of them stopped talking because it was too noisy here. There were all kinds of noises around them. Even though they were not far away from each other, they had to shout to let each other hear each other's voices.

Soong Gufeng and Lee Yuanlu were both from the college and had studied before. In front of so many people, they talked in such a way that they could pull their necks and shout, but they felt that it was an insult to their manners. Therefore, they decided not to say anything. They quietly lined up in the line, thinking about other things.

However, at this moment, a clear voice rang in their ears after they queued for an unknown period of time.

"Too bitter, too bitter! The acid in my stomach is about to vomit out! Say, this is such a raw white porridge. It should be sweet and delicious, but they insisted on putting the bitter cold grass inside. Isn't this sincerely teasing us? "

One of them was wearing torn cloth clothes. He winked as he walked, looking like he was about to throw up at any moment.

He walked into the crowd. Several old men around him looked at him and sighed. They said, "In this world, it's already not bad to be able to eat a bowl of rice. If it's bitter, then so be it. The Buping House is willing to provide food to set up Porridge Providing Shack. It is also a kind heart. How can they say that they are playing tricks on us? "

"Why aren't they playing tricks on us?"

The thin middle-aged man widened his eyes and said loudly, "Old man. Don't you know that the government has already opened the Porridge Providing Shack? And their porridge is the same as the ones here. They also put bitter cold grass here. Who would believe that they didn't come to an agreement?

If it wasn't for the precedent set by the Buping House, the government wouldn't have put the Bitter Cold Grass in there. This was a bad start for the Buping House!

In my opinion, the Porridge Providing Shack of the Buping House. . . The reason why the porridge was so bad was to force us to buy their food. Have you all heard? The Buping House is also selling food. If they make the porridge so bad that it can't be eaten, When the time comes, if they raise the price again, they will be able to make a lot of money. That was why they weren't really being kind at all. It's all a scheme!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the surrounding disaster victims started discussing amongst themselves. When many people heard the thin middle-aged man's words, they couldn't help but nod their heads.

First of all, the thin middle-aged man's words had their own reasons. Secondly, the disaster victims present didn't wish for him to continue drinking the bitter porridge. They already held a grudge against him, and now that the thin middle-aged man's conspiracy theory had been said, they couldn't help but agree with him.

"What you said makes sense. The reason why Buping House made the porridge so bitter must be so that their food can be sold more easily. Moreover, they even started a bad deal, causing the good porridge of the government to become tasteless. If it wasn't for the Buping House, we would have been able to eat the white porridge. Now, our mouths are full of bitter porridge. . . "

In the crowd, different voices echoed from different places. Each voice was louder than the last.

As soon as these words left his mouth, the surrounding disaster victims, whether they were sleeping on the streets or queuing up, all felt extremely dissatisfied.

That's right, if the Buping House didn't place bitter cold grass in the good porridge. . . A bad start had occurred. When the government opened the Porridge Providing Shack, the porridge inside should have been a good white porridge.

Compared to the bitter and bitter good porridge, the disaster people naturally hoped that they could drink the clean white porridge. Thus, at this moment, they began to complain about Buping House's actions.

Among the crowd, there were a few people who were frowning. They felt that what those people said was not right, but they could not tell what was wrong for a moment. They only felt that they said that Buping House had ulterior motives. It should be a misunderstanding. . .

The thin middle-aged man who spoke saw that the surrounding disaster people had the same expression and started to complain to Buping House. He immediately sneered in his heart and shouted, "Father and villagers, we should join forces to protest. Let them not put bitter cold grass in the good porridge. Is that something humans eat?! The thin middle-aged man who spoke saw the expressions of the surrounding disaster people and complained to Buping House. He immediately laughed coldly in his heart and shouted, Father and villagers, we should join forces to protest. Let them not put bitter cold grass in the good porridge. Is that something humans eat?!"

"Yes! We must protest!"

"That's not something humans eat at all. We want to drink clean porridge!"

"Buping House is devoid of conscience. They even schemed against the disaster victims. I don't think they are good people at all. . . "

“. . . ”

Sounds of agreement were heard all over the place. The emotions of the disaster victims were quickly stirred up. Their voices became louder and louder. Soon, half of the street was filled with people who joined their voices.

Just as the hot blood of the crowd was boiling and their hearts were filled with resentment, they were ready to rush to the Porridge Providing Shack of the Buping House. When the damn Bitter Cold Grass was burnt by the fire. . .

A skinny body stood in front of the crowd and firmly blocked their way. He opened his arms and loudly said, "Stop, don't be bewitched by evil people!"

After he said that. . .

Lee Yuanlu, who was still lost in his thoughts, suddenly woke up. Then, he saw his good friend, Soong Gufeng, standing firmly in front of the crowd.

Looking at the hot-blooded and united crowd, His clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He rushed up to Soong Gufeng and tried to pull him away.

He had heard those people shouting just now, but he didn't care. He had studied for a few years and knew the reason. He knew that what the thin middle-aged man said was purely a one-sided speculation. No matter how much trouble he caused, the warriors in Buping House could suppress him.

But. . .

He never thought that in a moment of distraction, Soong Gufeng would actually stand out and block the crowd.

What the hell. . . What do you think an ordinary person like you should do? There were so many of them. If they didn't want to stop, each of them could stomp Soong Gufeng to death.

"Are you crazy? Leave quickly. . . "

Lee Yuanlu pulled Soong Gufeng back, wanting to pull him away, but he found that Soong Gufeng was still standing there, glaring at the crowd in front of him.

The thin middle-aged man was surprised to see someone blocking in front of him. However, he didn't care and shouted. "Where did this brat come from? Get lost!"

As he spoke, he led the crowd and continued to charge forward.

But. . .

To his surprise, many people in the crowd recognized Soong Gufeng's identity.

"Isn't this young mister Song from the academy?"

A middle-aged man pointed at Soong Gufeng, looked around and said, "This is young mister Song from Minister Song's family! When my son was born, he gave me the name. . . "

As soon as he finished speaking, many of the people around recognized Soong Gufeng. Even those who didn't know about the academy knew that Officer Song was a good man.

Before the fall of the Song Family, Officer Song was once a famous good man in the city. He had a lot of prestige in the hearts of the people. Even though he had declined, when mentioning Officer Song, those who had heard of him would still give him a thumbs up.

Soong Gufeng took a deep breath and pointed at the thin middle-aged man in the crowd. He said, "Dear fellow villagers, what this person said was a lie to confuse the public and incite the people's sentiment. He, him, and this person, they are all birds of the same feather. If you trust me, you must keep a close eye on them. Don't let them escape!"

As he spoke, Soong Gufeng pointed at the thin middle-aged man and the few people who were hiding in the crowd. It turned out that when those people were fanning the flames, Soong Gufeng had watched from the side and remembered everyone.

Under Soong Gufeng's repeated accusations, the faces of those people who had been pointed at were somewhat gloomy. The surrounding disaster victims had moved to the side, forming a vacuum around these people. It was especially eye-catching.

“. . . ”

The thin middle-aged man's expression was ugly. He did not expect that there would be someone who would attack him halfway. He pointed at Soong Gufeng and said, "What does a little child like you know? You said that we are deceiving the public. Tell us, what did we say wrong? That Buping House placed bitter cold grass in good porridge. Could it be that they put it right?"

"Of course!"

Soong Gufeng replied loudly and firmly, "If we don't put the Bitter Cold Grass in the right place and only provide the plain porridge with an unlimited supply, we, the victims who can't afford to eat, will benefit from it, but those who can afford to eat will also come over to eat for free.

No matter how much food the Buping House prepared, how can it provide food and drinks for everyone in the Cangnan Domain? I'm sure that if we don't release the Bitter Cold Grass, we'll let everyone eat it. At most, it will take two to three days! The Buping House will be eaten up. At that time, where will we, the unrescued disaster victims, go?

Who will give us food? Even if it's just bitter porridge mixed with bitter cold grass?"

“. . . ”

When these words left his mouth, it was like a sudden clap of thunder, waking up the surrounding disaster victims who had been stirred up.

It turned out that they only felt that although Buping House could give them good porridge to drink, they had to give the porridge mixed with bitter cold grass to them. This was playing tricks on them.

But now they understood that the porridge brought out by the Buping House was bitter porridge. Only disaster victims like them would come and eat it. If the porridge brought out by the Buping House was good, then everyone would come and eat it. At that time, the food in the Buping House would be finished very soon, and disaster victims like them would have to starve again.

This was a principle that could be easily understood, but in the eyes of the ignorant people, it needed to be changed a few times. If it was any other time, there would definitely be a lot of people who could see the trick behind it. But now, the disaster victims had eaten the bitter porridge. They already had a bad impression of the Buping House's behavior, so it was easy for them to be incited.

But now, after hearing Soong Gufeng's words, they immediately understood.

"You said that the Buping House placed bitter cold grass in the good porridge. It was to increase the price of food, but as far as I know, The food in the Buping House only cost one tael of silver to buy twenty catties of it. A few years ago, when the neighboring Ling Yun Residence was in a famine, the price of food rose to several dozen taels of silver for one catties of grain. If Buping House really wanted to earn money by selling food, why would they set the price so low?"

Soong Gufeng pointed at the thin middle-aged man and continued to speak. His words made the thin middle-aged man speechless. Facing the logical and orderly scholars, his malicious speculation was ruthlessly shattered.

"As for you people, your accents don't sound like you are from Cangnan Domain. Although you are wearing tattered clothes, the shoes on your feet are expensive boots. You can't even see the dirt between your fingers. Can you mix fish with pearls just by wearing tattered clothes and smearing some dirt on your face?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, The surrounding disaster victims immediately widened their eyes and looked. Sure enough, they found that although the middle-aged thin man's clothes were dirty, his boots were shiny. This was not the style of a disaster victim at all. Furthermore, the gaps between their fingers were clean. How could there be such a tidy disaster victim?

Soong Gufeng took a step forward and grabbed the middle-aged thin man's wrist. His eyes stared at the other party and said loudly, "Speak. Who are you people? What kind of evil intentions do you have to use to bewitch the public?!"

. . . "Little bastard!"

The thin middle-aged man heard the curses around him and his expression changed for a few seconds. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Soong Gufeng fiercely. He reached his hand into his waist and pulled out a short knife.

"Lone Peak, be careful!"

Lee Yuanlu, who was standing by the side, was shocked when he saw this. He quickly rushed forward, but it was still too late.

The thin middle-aged man thrust his blade at Soong Gufeng's chest.

Gengci!

Blood splashed out. Soong Gufeng's eyes widened and his body slowly fell down. The world in his eyes was gradually losing its luster.

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