Travel to the early Tang Dynasty and become a salted fish

In the past three days, except for the two remaining steamed buns, the two of them had eaten nothing.

Fortunately, there was still some snow on the road to quench our thirst. Otherwise, we might not have been able to reach Zhengzhou City.

Now when I heard someone giving porridge, I immediately rushed over there.

However, when the two arrived, there was already a long queue outside the porridge shed.

On both sides, there were guards with guns standing.

Seeing this situation, Chu Mo didn't say anything, just hugged Wu Xu, picked a team and stood at the back.

I don't know where so many refugees came from outside the city of Zhengzhou. Not long after Chu Mo lined up, there was already a queue behind him, and in the distance, waves of people continued to come.

Chu Mo observed it and found that there must be at least tens of thousands of refugees. Fortunately, he came early, otherwise he would be at the back and would not know how long he would have to wait.

"Dad, we don't seem to have anything to hold the porridge."

Wu Xu looked at the crowd around him, blinked his big eyes, and whispered to Chu Mo.

When Chu Mo heard this, he was stunned, and then said with a bit of pain:

"It doesn't matter if we don't have a bowl, as long as we have mouths."

As the team moved forward slowly, Chu Mo soon saw the situation in the porridge shed.

This porridge shed should have been built by the imperial court. It was not only surrounded by fully armed officers and soldiers, but even the porridge makers were all officers and soldiers.

As for the flag hanging above, Chu Mo only felt that it looked familiar. When he was in Chang'an City, he seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't tell which family it belonged to.

Not long after, the people in front had finished receiving their porridge, and it was Chu Mo's turn.

The officers and soldiers looked at Chu Mo with empty hands, and then at Wu Xu in his arms. They did not speak, but said coldly:

"If you don't take anyone with you to eat, go away."

Chu Mo was about to speak, but Wu Xu in his arms immediately looked at the soldiers in front of him with tears in his eyes and said:

"Brother, we came from a long way away. I heard that there are good people here giving porridge, so my father and I hurried over and lined up. We didn't have time to prepare the utensils to serve the porridge, so we asked my brother to make it easier."

"My father and I haven't eaten for a long time. We relied on drinking snow water to survive the whole journey. Big brother, if you drive us away, we won't be able to survive."

When the soldier heard Xiao Wuxu's pitiful words and saw that although she was dirty, her face was still fair and she looked very pleasant, he felt soft and took out a bamboo bucket from under the chopping board. He picked up a bucket full of dense porridge, handed it over and said:

"It's not easy for you, so I'll give this to you so that you don't starve to death here and have to trouble other brothers to collect the bodies for you."

After saying that, he waved his hands impatiently and asked the two of them to leave as soon as possible.

Chu Mo hurriedly took the bamboo tube from the other party's hand. After thanking him profusely, he took Wu Xu and walked outside.

However, not long after they walked, a few tall and sturdy men appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"Boy, are you new here? You haven't paid your toll yet, and you want to go out?"

As he said that, he saw a huge wooden basin sticking out of the thorn. There was already a lot of gruel in the wooden basin.

You don't need to ask to know what these people do.

Chu Mo glanced around and found that the refugees seemed to have been accustomed to this scene for a long time, while the officers and soldiers on the side looked at them as if nothing had happened.

Chu Mo's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the other party was a habitual criminal. He should be a local snake here.

"Uncles, we, father and daughter, are new here. We don't know the rules here. Please forgive me. However, I don't have much porridge in total. Do you think you can show your kindness and give us father and daughter some food first?" A chance to survive?"

Chu Mo looked at the leading strong man, with his back bent, and said cautiously.

"Give you a chance to live? Boy, who do you think you are? If I give you a chance, then who will we ask for our losses?"

"Everyone is watching over there. If it is convenient for you, then other people will have opinions. Should I give other people a chance?"

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. I don't want much. I only want half of your things, and the remaining half is enough for both of you to survive."

After saying that, the wooden basin in front of him was directly thrown in front of Chu Mo, looking menacing.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Chu Mo sighed, raised the bamboo tube in his hand and prepared to pour it in.

At this time, another Dahan on the side saw Chu Mo's unwillingness to part with it. He laughed ferociously, grabbed the bamboo tube in Chu Mo's hand, and poured all the porridge inside with a splash.

"you..."

Chu Mo looked at the big man in shock and anger.

The big man chuckled, stuffed the bamboo tube back into Chu Mo's hand and said:

"Boy, this is the consequence of your ignorance."

As he said that, a group of people laughed and stopped another refugee who had just come out from receiving the porridge.

Chu Mo's chest heaved. He looked at the empty bamboo tube in his hand and then at the backs of the strong men. He clenched his fists and was about to rush forward.