I want to ruin the country

After returning to the palace, Yining felt a little tired!

Oh, my small body is really not that good!

No, I have to get up in the morning and exercise with Luo Shixin and the others from now on, otherwise I will be really useless!

Lying in the rocking chair with my eyes closed, I remembered that it had been twelve days since I traveled through time. I didn't know how Catherine was doing, or whether she had informed her parents.

Damn, when can I go back again?

When I go back again, will I be able to come back?

Can I bring something back with me if I come back?

If you can bring it, what would you bring?

What is the most lacking thing in this era?

There are a lot of random thoughts in my mind.

Suddenly I remembered that I wondered how the porridge distribution arranged by Sai Shang'a was going. Was it done according to my instructions? Was the porridge thick? Could the hungry people be full?

You’d better go and see it in person to be sure!

"Iraqi National Defense, change my clothes for me."

Yi Fangfang was puzzled, why did he change his clothes? He asked hurriedly,

"Your Majesty, what clothes do you want to change into?"

Yining Road,

"Change into casual clothes, and let's go out of the palace and visit the soup kitchen at the city gate."

The defense of Iraq is in a dilemma. He has gone out of the palace twice in plain clothes and something went wrong each time, but he still has to go.

"Your Majesty, is it okay not to go?"

Yining glared,

"Long-winded!"

Yi Guofang didn't dare to say anything. The emperor going to check on the porridge distribution was a big deal, a state affair, and it was different from going out of the palace for fun. He couldn't interrupt!

However, after the experience of leaving the palace twice before, he was really a little scared and asked carefully,

"Your Majesty can summon someone to ask!"

Yining knew what he was thinking and shook his head and said,

"No, this must be seen with my own eyes!"

Yi Fang knew the emperor's temper and he couldn't stop him, so he had to find a way to make arrangements and try not to let anything go wrong!

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Yining left the palace with several eunuchs.

I don't know when the wind started to blow, it was very cold, the sun disappeared, the clouds were very low and were getting thicker.

Iraqi Defense said,

"Your Majesty, it looks like it's going to rain. Let's go back. You're not in good health. Don't get wet!"

Yining looked at the sky, took a long breath and said,

"Today is the day when the dragon raises its head. It would be great if it rained. The wheat would turn green again and it would alleviate the drought. Go!"

He urged his mount to run forward.

Soup kitchens were set up outside the gates of several outer cities, and Yining decided to go to the East City first.

As I walked out of the city gate, I saw a row of reed mat sheds set up on the open space within an arrow's reach of the city gate.

There were ten long rows of people lined up outside the reed mat shed, and inside the shed there were ten large pots bubbling with steam.

This kind of pot should be the largest pot. It is so big that even if a pig weighing two or three hundred pounds is put in it, the pig's head and tail cannot be exposed.

To prevent the food from getting burnt, a soldier was standing behind each pot, stirring it vigorously with a shovel. One soldier was even mumbling and cursing.

"What the hell are you doing making such thick porridge? I'm so tired!"

There was a crackling fire in the stove below, and the soldier who was in charge of adding firewood said,

"Stop complaining! The porridge in the morning and at noon is so damn hard to make. It's hard to stir. If you're lazy, it gets mushy!"

"It's okay if it's mushy. It won't kill you if you eat it!"

As the water evaporates, the rice grains expand and the juice is boiled out, the porridge in the pot becomes thicker and thicker.

There was a table in front of each big pot, and in front of each table was a long line of ragged hungry people.

Yining roughly counted them and found that there were about three to four hundred people in each row.

He thought to himself, is this mess enough?

There were men, women, young and old in the team. Each of them held a large coarse porcelain bowl with blue lace. The bowls were all the same size and style, so they were probably issued by the government.

Yining moved closer to the pot to see if the porridge inside was thick or thin. A soldier wearing a big hat and holding a red tasseled spear chased him.

"Come on, come on, this place only gives out food to the poor. Why are you joining in the fun? Do you look like someone who can't even eat?"

Yining did not blame him. Although the clothes he wore were not very gorgeous, they were definitely not tattered. People who wore such clothes would definitely not lack food, so the soldiers chased him away.

Yi Guofang didn't dare to say anything because Yining had told him to pretend to be mute, and the others were even more afraid to speak.

Yining bowed,

"Big brother, I just want to see what the porridge looks like?!"

The soldier glared and said,

"Hehe, this is interesting. She's not a grown-up girl, what are you looking at? You're so obsessed with it that you can't take your eyes off it!

This is a place for poor people, don't join in the fun, just do what you need to do!"

Yining took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and handed them over.

"Come on, little brother, buy a bag of tea!"

The soldier was puzzled. Why would he give money for no reason? However, he was a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity. He grabbed it and smiled.

"Master, why don't you look at something else? What's so good about this beggar's rice?"

The soldiers stopped trying to stop him. Yining walked to the pot, picked up the spoon inside, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and took a look. It was not very thin, about the same as the porridge he usually drank, but it was definitely not so thin that he could stick chopsticks into it without it falling over, or wrap it with a towel without leaking.

You won’t starve to death after drinking this kind of porridge, but it will just fill you up with water and won’t last long.

He felt angry. Damn it, why is it so difficult to do something? I have repeatedly told him to stick the chopsticks in and not fall down. Did he take my words as nonsense?

He suppressed his displeasure and said,

"Brother, is this the porridge you eat three times a day?"

The soldier said,

"Why do you ask?"

Yining Road,

"It looks fresh, just asking!"

The soldier said lazily,

"Mornings and noon are much thicker than this!"

Yining asked in confusion,

"Huh? Why is it thick in the morning and at noon?"

The soldier looked up at the sky and said,

"Are you asking too many questions?"

Yining immediately understood that he could only find out about that with his few coins, so he took out one or two thousand silver coins from his sleeve and handed them over.

"How many questions?"

When the soldier saw that it was silver, he immediately smiled and said,

"Not much, not much, just ask!"

Yining asked again,

"Why are the three porridges different?"

The soldier said in a low voice,

"Isn't it because I'm afraid my superiors will come to investigate? The Ministry of Revenue said that the emperor has ordered that the porridge must not fall over even if you stick chopsticks in it!

This porridge is substandard. If anyone finds out, you will be in trouble!"

Yining asked,

"So that's how it is. Why aren't you afraid of being checked at night?"

The soldier laughed and said,

"You're such a funny guy! The master is out drinking with the ladies tonight. Who has the time to come here?"

Yining was even angrier. He knew it had nothing to do with being a soldier, so he said,

"Such thin porridge is not suitable for this occasion!"

The soldier laughed.

"Our county magistrate said that we don't need to eat a full meal three times a day, as long as we don't starve to death!

This is only the case with the new emperor. Before, you could see a person's appearance when he gave out porridge!"