Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Lin Ze had forgotten when he threw the corn noodles into the space.

It was not the fine noodles that rich people ate, but the coarse noodles that were ground together with the corn cobs.

It hurts my throat and I can't swallow it without stretching my neck and staring.

But for the little beggars, this cornmeal porridge is the ultimate delicacy.

When we got there, we asked Tang Wan'er to find the pot.

Fortunately, they usually pour the food they get together and cook it into "porridge" to share, so I don't know where they got a pot from.

Pour some corn flour into it, add water and cook it into a paste, then open the food box and pour the Beijing-style shredded pork in it.

The kids were stunned!

"Brother, smell it, what did this gentleman pour in?"

"Why do I smell meat?"

"You've eaten meat!"

"Hey, at the beginning of the year, there was a big family in the city holding a wedding. We went to sing wedding songs, and they were kind enough to pour out a bucket of bones. I don't know which prodigal son ate them, but the bones were not even chewed clean, and there was only shredded meat on them!"

"Brother, are you hungry?"

"Are you hungry? From yesterday till now, I have only eaten half a steamed bread with dried melon!"

Some children also looked at Lin Ze with gratitude in their eyes.

Nowadays, anyone who can give these orphaned children a meal is not a good person, but a living Bodhisattva!

Lin Ze stirred the pot while observing the expressions of the children.

After a while, the cornmeal porridge was bubbling, and he asked the children to line up with their bowls.

Some of the children were pushing forward with their bowls in hand, while others were standing there timidly, not knowing what to do.

There were also older children there to maintain order.

Among them there was one, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Unlike the other children, who were drooling at the sight of the pot, he reminded everyone to line up, holding the younger ones in his arms and putting them in the front of the line, and pushing the older ones to the back.

Lin Ze did not interfere with them. He waited until they were lined up before serving them porridge, one bowl per person, no more and no less.

He also handed a bowl to Tang Wan'er.

Tang Wan'er was about to cry, and choked up, "Brother Zhen..."

Lin Ze smiled and said, "I still have some money. It's not easy for you to be here. Eat quickly and take good care of these children."

The children were given porridge. Some found a place to sit, while others just squatted down.

Xili started to drink.

While drinking, someone exclaimed, "It's meat! Come and try it! It's meat!"

Some children picked out the shredded pork and ate it first.

Some people drink the porridge in circles, leaving the meat behind.

A few sensible ones were reluctant to eat the meat and came over to share it with Tang Wan'er. Tang Wan'er was very pleased and just said that she didn't like it.

At the end, the fourteen or fifteen-year-old child came over with the bowl. Lin Ze spread his hands and said, "Sorry, there's no more."

Unexpectedly, the child smiled and bowed to Lin Ze. "Thank you very much. Without your food, I don't know how many days my brothers can survive."

Seeing him like this, the children finally reacted and started to thank Lin Ze. Some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him twice.

Lin Ze saw everything and finally said to Tang Wan'er, "You guys eat these grains first. I'll send some sweet potatoes over in a couple of days. There's nothing we can do. Times are bad and it's hard to get grain."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wan'er knelt down immediately. Just as she was about to say thank you, she was stopped by Lin Ze.

"It's not a good idea for you to keep doing this. I want to think of a way to find some work for these older kids."

After that, he turned to the fourteen or fifteen-year-old child and said, "Come with me. I have something to ask you."

The child looked a little nervous. He glanced at Tang Wan'er and followed Lin Ze out.

The two of them went to the same meat shop again, returned the food box to the owner, and ordered two more dishes and six steamed buns made of three-grain flour.

When the food was served, Lin Ze lit a cigarette and said to the child, "Eat."

The child didn't dare to move.

Lin Ze was happy, "Just eat if I tell you to, what are you afraid of?"

The boy then grabbed a steamed bun and started to gobble it up.

Seeing that he was really hungry, he took a bite of the steamed bun and swallowed it without saying a word. He choked and rolled his eyes. The owner of the meat shop quickly brought him a bowl of tea.

He sighed and said, "This child hasn't had a full meal in a long time. How pitiful."

After eating one steamed bun, the child refused to eat any more.

Lin Ze said, "Keep eating, there's plenty."

Unexpectedly, the child shook his head and said, "You can't eat too much. If you eat too much, you won't be hungry."

Lin Ze was stunned.

"What's your name?"

"To answer your question, I don't have a real name, just call me Niu San'er."

When Lin Ze heard this, he asked, "Are you a bannerman?"

Niu Saner lowered his head and said nothing.

After decades of hard work, many Bannermen fell into poverty and it was not uncommon for them to beg for food. However, it was always a shameful thing for them. Perhaps Niu Saner had lost his parents, was still young, and had no means of livelihood, so he had to beg for a living.

After a long silence, Niu Saner suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. "Master, please accept me. I have heard from storytellers that a man should repay a meal. I, Niu Saner, will sell my life to you and serve you for the rest of my life!"

Lin Ze stood up and checked the bill with the owner of the Second Meat Shop. "Go back first. We'll talk about this later."

After saying that, he left, leaving Niu Saner alone, his young eyes full of confusion.

......

I found a deserted place to change my clothes and returned to the patrol station.

I saw that a small stove had been set up on the first floor of the patrol station, with a kettle on it.

This is also the rule of the patrol station. Whenever the weather gets cold, the patrolmen on night shift always have to pool their money to buy charcoal and light the stove to keep warm at night.

If you have enough money, you can cook it during the day, which is convenient for drinking tea and roasting steamed buns.

Lin Ze looked around and saw that some patrolmen had already changed into padded jackets, but there were also a few veteran patrolmen who were still wearing thin police uniforms.

Needless to say, this is a family to support, and after finally earning some money, they have to use it to make winter clothes for the children first.

Lin Ze stood beside the stove and shouted, "Who bought all this charcoal?"

The patrolmen looked at each other in confusion. What happened to the chief?

All I heard was Lin Ze scolding, "You bought such cheap charcoal. It's either gangue or coal mud inside. It will produce a lot of smoke when it burns. If someone gets choked, my boss will hold me responsible! Wang Xiaoshou, come up with me!"

[Ding! Detected that the host scolded his subordinates for no reason, reward: Loyalty Detection Card*5]

Wang Xiaoshou quickly followed him upstairs. Lin Ze took out a few dollars and said, "Go buy some charcoal later. Buy some and pile it in the utility room. It's not worth much anyway. Don't ask them to contribute to the bill."

Wang Xiao felt warm in his palms. He took the money and was about to leave, but Lin Ze stopped him again. "From now on, those who work the night shift will each have a sweet potato. Put it in the oven and roast it. It can also warm your body."

"Well, I won't say anything more. Master Lin, we brothers are blessed to be able to follow you! If anyone dares to do something to let you down, I, Wang Xiaoshou, will be the first to chop him off!"

After saying that, Wang Xiaoshou went downstairs and announced the news.

The young patrolmen cheered, while the older ones wiped their eyes.

Director Lin is a good person!

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ps. Here are the fifth chapters! Where are the gifts?