Yan Yu drank the porridge, but was still dazed.
It was only when the exaggerated number of victims approached them that they began to notice.
She opened her eyes wide and rubbed them hard, trying to tell if she was dreaming.
Why!
There will be so many victims!
appears nearby!
She put down the bowl and quickly ran to her father.
If you want to know what happened, just follow Dad.
Yan Huaiwen got up and stood, waiting to clear the approximate number of people, slightly frowned.
More than he expected.
Yan's second son really felt crazy, why are these disaster victims here? Our well water does not violate the river water, isn't it good to go our own way? !
After the scholar named Liang Manshan explained with his brother for a long time, the second Yan finally understood what was going on.
and the daughter who has been holding his hand look at each other, and at the same time see the complicated helplessness in the other's eyes.
Some of the victims stayed in Laosongshan to search for all useful supplies, while the other part went to the official road overnight to find their lost relatives.
Some found it, some didn't.
The latter wants to follow the official path and is willing to take risks because of the small possibility.
The former hopes to go on the same journey with the scholar named Yan. They have weapons in their hands, benevolence and righteousness, and the victims of the disaster have a full sense of security.
It is human nature to seek good luck and avoid bad luck.
But for them, it is not a good thing.
There are only so many resources along the way, and more people mean that the average harvest for each person will be reduced.
There is another more difficult matter, which is in front of Yan Huaiwen.
Everyone hoped that he could help share the supplies that were recovered from Laosong Mountain.
Yan Huaiwen was speechless for a while.
Yan Er and Yan Yu were also speechless.
Isn't this embarrassing!
"Why do you want my elder brother to divide it? Whoever is more and who is less, is dissatisfied and offends others! Besides, what does this have to do with my elder brother! Divide your own things yourself!" Yan Laoer's face was ugly, and he directly slapped Liang Manshan on the face .
Liang Manshan and the victims who came with them were very embarrassed. If they couldn't tear it apart, they wouldn't bother Yan Huaiwen.
Village Chief Luo was listening quietly at the side, but now he also opened his eyes.
"Do you see that our scholar has a good heart, and you have blackmailed him? Tell you, there is no way! Whoever likes to share, we don't care about those things, don't get involved!"
Even Yan Yu shouted angrily: "Uncle doesn't know!"
The composition of these things is very complicated. The old Songshan bandits have their own, the people who were taken captive, and the victims in front of them.
In fact, there are also the group of victims who were sent away by Chuanyunzhai before.
Their possessions are also included.
How many things each family has, no one else will know except their own.
There will definitely be people who hide and report more than others.
Original return doesn't work, reassignment is even worse.
According to what standards, food and water are easy to say, how to divide other things such as clothing and bedding? Different degrees of old and new have different values.
Don't worry about scarcity but unevenness!
These people were robbed by bandits, and they didn't dare to let go of a fart, but if they couldn't satisfy them by dividing things, I'm afraid there would be a lot of noise.
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have put this difficult problem in front of Old Yan.
No one is convinced, and the only person who is convinced has become their only hope.
Many victims of the disaster echoed: "Don't worry, we will recognize the number of points, just want to hurry up!"
Yan Yu could see that these disaster victims who wanted to go official way were the most eager.
Those who want to go with them are worried that someone will take too much and want to divide it slowly.
"Brother Yan, I didn't want to disturb you, but..." Liang Manshan looked ashamed: "I am also in it, it is unfair, so I have to avoid suspicion."
Liang Manshan is still popular among the victims, but the mountain people don’t give him face. What happened to the scholars, what happened to Tongsheng, we don’t recognize him.
The mountain people looked much better when they saw Uncle An.
"Uncle An, they don't have much food, the food on the mountain is ours!"
"That's right, Uncle An, we carried the food up the mountain, and the bandits' food. We carried it up."
"Why should they divide our food!"
"We also contributed to killing bandits."
It’s also the fault of these bandits. The mountain people donated their food, and you can eat it. But after they robbed the victims, they seldom eat rice and noodles, and they don’t eat the sorghum grown by the mountain people. This has resulted in two types of food. mixed.
The mountain people felt that all the sorghum should belong to them.
The victims led by Liang Manshan felt that they should be counted together.
Yan Yu came to a sudden: the conflicts were mainly concentrated between the disaster victims and the mountain people.
Yan Huaiwen pondered: "First count the rations."
Other things are secondary, only food is the most precious material today.
As for water, there is not too much shortage in the mountains, but it is difficult to find some.
The source of water on Laosong Mountain is known to both the disaster victims and the mountain residents.
The mountain people guarded their food tightly and did not let the victims see it.
I had no choice but to ask Uncle An to take Yan's second son to count.
After summarizing the two phases, Yan Huaiwen said: "Those who contribute to killing bandits, come out."
Many people stood out among the disaster victims, and there were also many mountain people.
Yan Yu pulled his father and glanced at the wounded.
Yan Laoer understood, and said loudly: "All those injured must be counted." After finishing speaking, he added: "Let's count us, too, and killed a lot of bandits!"
No one refuted his words, everyone agreed.
Bandits are the ones who kill the most.
Village head Luo and several village elders muttered in low voices.
"It still has to be Yan's second child. The scholar has a thin skin. It's easy to suffer if you don't have a thick skin at this time."
"Why don't we fight? They're still locked in the cave without us."
"This is the reason, our kid can't suffer."
Yan Huaiwen said: "These people take the lead in killing bandits and have made great achievements in socializing."
Yan Lao Er greeted the Qi family brothers with great insight, and each moved a bag with rice, flour and sorghum, and found a square bucket, and put it in front of Lao Yan.
Yan Huaiwen thought for a while, and said: "Each take a bucket, follow this example."
The person who killed the bandits instantly grinned and burst into laughter.
Yan Yu thought for a while, Fang Dou can probably hold more than ten catties, about three buckets and fifty catties, based on the current land output plus the added value of the famine, this reward is very important.
Yan's second child also happily received his share.
He, his elder brother, his eldest nephew, and his wife can all get a share.
Yan Yu squatted down unhappy.
Why can't Sanbao's credit be credited to her, and Uncle Hu stole her head.
What a big loss!
The mountain people were a little restless, and Uncle An said that they didn't dare to say a word: "Why? We didn't rescue you? If we didn't go up the mountain to save people, you are still nesting in Laosong Mountain. When the victims are sold out, you will be the next one. !"