The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

"General, I can guarantee that this process will never lead to the situation you described!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu quickly stated that these people were all exchanged by the system. Although everyone has different temperaments and personalities, their loyalty is still very reliable.

"But there's a problem now. Heavy snow has blocked the roads for days, and we can't transport the grain we've confiscated in Huishan and other places. Relying solely on Donglu Province's internal self-rescue is completely insufficient."

"Right now, porridge is being distributed everywhere to help the victims. There is very little food left in Qizhou City."

"So, let's see if we can think of another way. The landlords don't have any surplus grain if they keep using refined rice and white flour."

In response to this, Zhang Ye did not reply, but turned around and looked at Fang Yu coldly, his eyes full of coldness.

In just this instant, Fang Yu trembled, lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

"What do you eat? What do you want to give to the people? Do you think you are more valuable than them?"

Zhang Ye held up a rice spoon, pointed at the ragged victims in front of him, shivering in the cold wind, and spoke in a deep voice.

"The Duan Clan, Feng Clan, and Fengbei could all say that, but our Independence Army can't!"

"With millions of points of public opinion increasing every day, what's wrong with eating refined rice and white flour? Without their support, without their endorsement, the soldiers on the front lines wouldn't even have enough to drink a sip of water!"

Having said that, Zhang Ye put down the iron spoon and glared angrily.

"I only eat refined rice and white flour. I feel uncomfortable when I see you eating anything else!"

"I'll find the largest granary in the city later and put 20,000 tons of grain in it for you!"

He now has the confidence to say this. Since the capture of Huishan and Shandong provinces, the government's various policies have been introduced and instantly received the support of hundreds of millions of people.

This also caused Zhang Ye's name to become famous quickly. During the peak period, his public opinion value would increase by more than 10 million every day. Even after the craze of that period passed and it stabilized, it would not be less than 8 million per day.

According to the system that one point of public opinion can be exchanged for one kilogram of food, he can now fully afford to feed these disaster victims.

Therefore, if Zhang Ye still feeds the people coarse grains at such a low price, then he would be a cruel person.

"But one thing is that we can provide support and relief, but we cannot allow looting or false claims."

In order to prevent ordinary people from joining the scramble for porridge, Zhang Ye quickly came up with a solution.

"Counties and cities gathered the victims together, established temporary resettlement areas, and provided unified management and meals. They made the living conditions somewhat worse, thus preventing ordinary people from entering."

"Secondly, we can't eat this porridge for nothing. It's snowing heavily lately, and the road conditions are bad. We need to arrange for the disaster victims to go out and clean the streets. We also need to take care of the main roads in and outside the city!"

"Unless you are seriously ill and unable to take care of yourself, or you are a young child who can't stand the cold, everyone else, regardless of gender, must join the cleaning. Those who don't want to work won't have to eat."

"Okay, Marshal, your idea is really good!"

Fang Yu's eyes were full of admiration, and he thought that the Marshal still had a lot of ideas.

Originally, he planned to follow the example of the adults and add sand to the porridge, but now it seems that getting the victims to work is also a good idea.

At the very least, in this way, the number of people who are looking to take advantage will definitely be greatly reduced. After all, sweeping the streets for a day only to get a bowl of porridge is too unprofitable for them.

Puff... puff... puff...

While the two were discussing the disaster relief plan, the thick porridge in the big pot had finished cooking. The sticky rice porridge was steaming and looked extremely tempting. Even Zhang Ye, who had already eaten, swallowed his saliva when he smelled it.

"Someone, bring up the pickles prepared in the back!"

Zhang Ye shouted at the soldiers beside him and gave orders.

He felt that drinking porridge alone was too bland and it would taste better with some pickles.

Moreover, in this kind of weather, if you only drink porridge for a long time and don’t get any salt, most people simply can’t stand it.

"Make way, make way!"

Soon, more than a dozen buckets of pickles were carried to the iron pot by the soldiers.

Looking at the various pickles that were greasy and fragrant, the victims stared with wide eyes, wishing they could rush over and have a few bites now.

Since ancient times, they have never heard of giving out pickles while distributing porridge!

When disasters hit a few years ago, there weren't even soup kitchens to be seen. The government didn't care who lived or died, just let them fend for themselves without even a second thought.

Even if some wealthy families wanted to take the opportunity to win over people's hearts, they could only make some watery porridge to deal with the problem for a few days.

The rice porridge today is so thick that it sticks to the spoon. Not to mention if there is a disaster, even if there is no disaster or trouble in their own home, they cannot eat it.

No wonder everyone says that the new commander-in-chief is a kind-hearted official who loves his people like his own children. Apart from anything else, just based on this bowl of thick porridge, he is better than all the previous warlords!

"Hey, is everything okay later?"

In front of the iron pot, Zhang Ye put on gloves, looked at Fang Yu beside him and asked.

"Ah? I, I, I'm fine."

Fang Yu, who had a lot of things to do, straightened his back and asked even though he wanted to refuse after hearing the Marshal's question.

"Just tell me what you want, Marshal."

"Here, half a spoonful of pickles per person. Don't give too much, it's easy to choke."

Zhang Ye handed him an iron spoon, pointed at the victims in front of him, and gave instructions in a very serious tone.

"Watch carefully, watch carefully. I hope you can remember everything you see, remember everyone's face. When you are in power in the future, you must never let this happen again!"

"Don't worry, Marshal. Fang Yu will devote his whole life to this cause and will never let you down or disappoint the people!"

Fang Yu looked at the endless line of disaster victims in front of him and responded with a firm gaze.

He doesn't have too many ideas, nor does he have any personal thoughts. He has only one goal in this life, which is to go wherever the commander points!

Even if Zhang Ye asked him to die now, this guy wouldn't even frown!

"Everyone, line up and start distributing porridge!!"

Zhang Ye raised the iron spoon, and his loud voice pierced through the wind and snow, reaching the ears of every victim accurately.

At this moment, his mood was also very complicated. There are some things that perhaps only by experiencing them yourself can you have a deeper understanding.

Once upon a time, in that distant hometown, the historical scenes that the people experienced were re-enacted before him today.

But this time, Zhang Ye will never allow the tragic scene of that year to happen again!

Occupying the three provinces was not his goal.

The journey of Daxia has just begun!