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Chapter 853: Can disaster victims still be considered human beings?

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    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, because if you, a kindhearted person, were beaten to death, then you would have committed an evil act. Maybe this evil will be repaid to your husband, causing him to be unable to have a good pregnancy in his next life, then he will  I hate you so much."

    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 starve to death. Then when we give porridge, we are not saving people, but harming them. It is like giving food to a group of wild dogs.This group of wild dogs will definitely fight over this piece of bone and most of them will be killed or injured in the end.  This is something that happens in a dog fighting ring, 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, several people who wanted to rob were killed immediately, 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 guys who were serving porridge. When he saw the porridge they scooped out, his eyes suddenly bulged and he shouted: "Let me go, Mrs. Han, are you here to serve 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? Did you sponsor 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? Your high-end porridge will attract many greedy cats, and they will encroach on the victims' share."

    As he spoke, Yang Feng pointed at a scholar who was receiving porridge and said: "Look at that boy's face. He's fair and clean, cleaner than me. How does he look like a disaster victim? He must be here to take advantage. All the porridge is divided among them.  Well, when the real victims come, what will they eat?"

    "What should we do? We can't tell who is a disaster victim and who is not?"

    "Use ordinary white porridge, and add more water. Don't make the kind of rice porridge that can feed a person, but porridge, the thinner the better. We just want to save them, not make them full. The thinner the porridge, the better.  The more people we can save, the more"

    With that said, Yang Feng grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and threw it into the pot, which instantly turned into a pot of mud soup.

    When Mrs. Han saw it, she immediately asked in a panic: "What are you doing? Why are you throwing dirt on the porridge?"

    "In order to prevent someone from pretending to be a disaster victim to cheat the porridge. At least ordinary people will not eat this mud porridge."

    "But how will the victims eat this muddy water?"

    "At first glance, you will never see the real victims. They are so hungry that they can even eat dirt. Some even choke to death on the dirt. Now this mud porridge is already delicious to them."

    "But you can't bully the victims like this. Is this food for people to eat?"

    "Mrs. Han!"

    With a loud shout, Yang Feng said solemnly like never before: "Can the victims of the disaster still be considered human beings? They are just a group of living creatures now. Just give them a bite to eat and save their lives. Now our food is limited, in order to  Give this limited food to those who really need it. You listen to me, yes, this is definitely a great kindness."

    Yang Feng spoke very seriously, Mrs. Han stared at him closely, and finally nodded solemnly.

    ¡° In this way, the white porridge for charity became thinner and thinner, and soil was added to it. Many people in line left immediately when they saw it.

    Only those who are really hungry will swallow it without restraint and be grateful to Yang Feng and the others.

    Seeing this, Mrs. Han nodded in understanding, and then looked at Yang Feng, who was still directing the actions of others, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

    Although this Lord Yang is not a gentleman, he really has a way (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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