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Chapter 826 Can disaster victims still be considered human beings?

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    Without speaking, Mrs. Han listened quietly, lowered her head and thought carefully.

    "So I said, madam, you ordered me to lie to you. Because you also want to see a happy ending in your heart. Yang just gave madam a reason to take action. The final result is up to madam herself.  When we arrive, we should be satisfied. At Teacher Ye¡¯s place, we are even more satisfied. Everyone is happy and no one has suffered any loss, so why should Madam worry about this process?"

    "Well, Yang Feng, you are indeed very sharp-tongued, and you actually deceived yourself. You take it so naturally, as if you are helping my wife, huh."

    With a loud shout, Mrs. Han glared at him fiercely, but her eyes were much less angry, and it was obvious that she had listened to his words.

    "However, when you tease me like this, I still feel dissatisfied, as if I have lost a trick to you, like a fool."

    "Ma'am, please don't say that. There were no winners or losers that time. No one lost anything and got what they wanted. The real lover won."

    "Who said that my wife did not suffer any loss? I was unable to pay homage to my late husband that time, and I have always felt guilty."

    "Madam, if I were your deceased husband, I would rather you be happy every day than be sad all day long, and I don't want you to always miss things and pay tribute to me with a miserable look on your face, well"

    Rolling his eyes, Yang Feng smiled helplessly and shook his head, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly felt that they were inappropriate and stopped for a moment.

    And Mrs. Han also stared at Feng Mei instantly, glaring at him again with anger, but her cheeks blush, and seemed to be a little ashamed

    Smiling embarrassingly, Yang Feng couldn't stop holding his hands. Chancan said: "Mrs. Mrs., I just play an analogy, there is no meaning to take advantage of you."

    snort!

    A thick breath came out of her nostrils, and Mrs. Han turned her head and ignored it.

    Yang Feng touched his old face embarrassedly, looked around, and wanted to change the topic to break the awkward atmosphere, so he laughed and said: "Hey, Mrs. Han, are you serving porridge here? You are specially from  Did you come to the imperial capital to do good deeds? Otherwise, there shouldn¡¯t be much business to do in this disaster area, hahaha.¡±

    "Yes, I heard that the people here are in dire straits, so I came here to do my best to help my people, Fenglei, tide over the difficulties."

    "Yes, madam, you are really kind-hearted. But why haven't I heard that Longteng Yage is coming to Jiangnan to provide disaster relief?"

    "My wife came to Jiangnan just as she pleased, without any fanfare. Unlike President Yang, who would beat gongs and drums for every famine relief operation, and make a fuss all the way, for fear that others would not know that she was going to provide disaster relief, and even brought out a reporter.  Come on, it¡¯s been a hard journey for you, hehe.¡±

    Mrs. Han said sarcastically, Yang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, knowing that she could not change her prejudice against him for a while, so he stopped arguing.

    "Mrs. Han's good deeds were anonymous and noble, which puts Yang to shame. Forgive Yang for speaking frankly, you have a good heart, but with your disaster relief method, it is estimated that not only will you not be able to save many victims, but many victims will die heroically.  , It¡¯s really good, Amitabha. Buddha, Jade Emperor, please forgive Mrs. Han for her unintentional mistake. She didn¡¯t mean to kill so many people, so please don¡¯t send her to the eighteenth level of hell.¡±

    "What are you talking about? I gave out porridge to save people with good intentions, but I killed the victims instead? What do you mean?"

    Mrs. Han was puzzled and said doubtfully.

    Yang Feng grinned, pointed at the victims who were pressed to the ground by his gravity field, and said, "Mrs. Han, you saw it just now. These people beat their heads to pieces just for your loving mouthful of good porridge.  I almost went to see the King of Hell. You said they were going to die, who caused it? Maybe they had no food and could survive for two days, but today they died because of you. If you don't kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren will die because of you.  Death is such a sin, alas.¡±

    Well¡­¡­

    With her heart stagnant, Mrs. Han frowned tightly, seeming to be thinking about how to solve this problem.

    Yang Feng took a deep look at her and suddenly smiled: "Mrs. Han, think of it like this. I will help you with disaster relief so that your kindness can be satisfied. How about we just wipe out all our previous dealings?"

    "You help me? I need your help?"

    "Why, you don't need help, then you can do it yourself. But let me tell you in advance, disaster relief is a technical job, and it cannot be achieved by just relying on kindness. Maybe you do bad things with good intentions and cause disaster to all living beings, just like just now  Same. You didn¡¯t have to die, but if you were beaten to death because of your kindness, thenBut it is a sin.  Maybe this evil retribution will be repaid to your husband, causing him to be unable to have a good pregnancy in his next life, and he will hate you to death.  "

    ah?

    Her body trembled, and Mrs. Han immediately became nervous.

    Then, Mrs. Han thought for a long time, then looked at Yang Feng's proud smile, and finally glared at him angrily and said: "Okay, help me organize. I want to see how you provide disaster relief."

    "Okay, you can learn from the sidelines, hehehehe."

    With a grin on his face, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows proudly, and then with a thought in his heart, he unlocked the gravity field of those people, and the victims stood up again with green eyes.

    "Here comes someone!"

    Suddenly, Yang Feng shouted loudly, and a group of imperial guards following him to transport food gathered together.

    Yang Feng looked indifferent and shouted: "From now on, those who want to eat porridge should line up for me to get porridge. Anyone who dares to jump in the queue and rob others will be shot without mercy."

    yes!

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    As soon as the words fell, a group of imperial guards immediately pulled out their shining blades, frightening the victims until they trembled all over.

    When Mrs. Han saw it, she immediately became anxious, grabbed Yang Feng's arm, and cursed: "What are you doing? They are just victims of the disaster, they are already very pitiful, why did you use the knife on them?"

    "Mrs. Han, I am doing this entirely for their own good. Before providing disaster relief, iron rules must be established and there must be an order, so as to ensure that everyone receives relief. Otherwise, they will rob a group and trample them to death."  Many people will starve to death. Then when we give porridge, we are not saving people, but harming them. It is like throwing a bone to a group of wild dogs. In the end, the group of wild dogs will definitely fight for it and most of them will be killed or injured. This is a dog fighting ring  What happens is not a disaster relief scene."

    Uh, this

    Her heart stopped and Mrs. Han was speechless.

    Yang Feng ignored her and continued to direct his troops to maintain order. During this period, a few people who wanted to loot were killed, and everyone was immediately frightened so that they no longer dared to mess up.

    And because of this, everyone received the porridge, and there were no heavy casualties due to the fight.

    Seeing this, Mrs. Han couldn't help but nodded secretly. Although this man named Yang was despicable and shameless, he was really right.

    Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng came to the porridge guys and saw the porridge they scooped out. His eyes suddenly bulged and he shouted: "Let me go, Mrs. Han, are you here to give porridge or to advertise your brand?"  of?"

    "What's wrong?"

    "I also want to ask you what's wrong. Where can anyone give out eight-treasure porridge? Are you sponsoring it?" He gave her a helpless eye roll, and Yang Feng almost laughed out loud.

    Mrs. Han blinked her big innocent eyes and said matter-of-factly: "What's wrong with the eight-treasure porridge? Can't the victims eat it?"

    "Nonsense, if your eight-treasure porridge can feed all the victims, of course it can. But the problem now is that your luxurious porridge can only feed a few people. We are here to provide disaster relief, and what we want is quantity, not quality. You can use this  Why do you put longan and red dates in it? Such high-end porridge as yours will attract many greedy cats, and they will encroach on the victims' share." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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