readsfreenovel Chapter 1026 Disaster (4)
Chapter 1026 Disaster (4)
The place chosen by this group of people was very clever.
They had just left the territory of Tianjin, but were not far from Bazhou.
They stopped by the official road and, under the arrangement of the auxiliary management team, set up a tent, built a stove, and cooked. Several clerks sat under the tent, ready for action.
Han Dagang had no time to observe as he was busy working.
An official from the coordination bureau went to the local gendarmerie, contacted them, and asked them to provide corresponding assistance, such as maintaining order.
When the gendarmerie captain saw the people from the Tianjin Coordination Bureau coming, he nodded and fawned. No one had ever seen such a fawning devil, and they watched for a while.
In fact, the Auxiliary Management Bureau did not really ask them to help with anything. They just wanted to inform them when they arrived at someone else's territory so that they could write a report in case anything happened later.
The gendarmerie captain was also very sensible and immediately gave an order that all gendarmerie members should rest and not go out, and should not hear, see or know anything that happened in the jurisdiction.
"Two more bricks, and this wind tunnel should be higher, otherwise it will choke people to death."
"Come on, some men, build some railings out of the wood. These sheds are useless. If the flood victims come in, they'll collapse."
As he was working, Han Dagang came to his senses.
Is this disaster relief?
He buried this thought deep in his heart and didn't dare to say more.
A row of large stoves were built over there and the cooks started cooking.
Those who come to work are all elite personnel, such as Han Dagang, who is a top laborer.
The only exception is the chef. Those who are sent here are not very good at cooking.
Fortunately, the food they need to make does not require cooking skills.
Put 10% staple food and 40% miscellaneous grains in a pot and cook them into a thin porridge. Then throw in vegetable leaves, add more salt, and then add a spoonful of lard. That's it.
It's not so thick that you can stick chopsticks in it without it falling over, and it's about the same as the porridge we usually drink.
Just this one bowl is enough to sustain the victims until they are transferred to various construction sites and resettlement points.
Soon, the first group of refugees appeared.
It is different from the tattered clothes you might imagine, because these people came out early and have no other family assets. They probably only have slightly better clothes, so they just wear them.
He was covered in dust, had a pale face and was thin, but fortunately his clothes could still cover his body.
The team became noisy when they smelled the aroma of multi-grain porridge.
At this time, the role of the armed auxiliary management team members is reflected.
Two rows of people went to that station, forming a human wall, leaving a passage in the middle.
"Listen up, everyone! We're from the Tianjin Assistance Bureau! To prevent any resistance among you, everyone, line up and register! After registering, each person will receive a bowl of porridge, and then follow our instructions. Anyone who dares to disobey will be shot on the spot!"
"Listen up everyone, we are from the Tianjin Coordination Bureau! For..."
The crowd looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward.
Finally, someone couldn't stand the hunger anymore and stepped forward and said, "Sir, where can I go... where can I go..."
"Move forward!"
When they reached a shed, the clerk asked, "What's your name?"
"He Goudan."
"Where are you from?"
"Practice martial arts!"
"how old are you?"
He Goudan answered them one by one.
"Okay, go ahead and someone will serve you some food."
He Goudan walked forward tremblingly as if in a dream.
This man, who is in his thirties, should be in the prime of his life, but he is so thin and hunched, with a big head on top of a thin neck. People who know the situation know that if he doesn't have food to eat today, he may fall to the ground and die at any time.
Walking to the big stove, He Goudan swallowed his saliva.
The cook took a coarse earthenware bowl and served him a bowl of porridge.
"Drink. Put the bowl in the basin to the east after you finish drinking. Don't take the bowl away secretly. If you are found out, you will lose your head!"
He Goudan stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment he took the bowl, he suddenly stopped trembling.
The temperature was transferred to the fingers, and soon they became hot and painful.
Kehe Goudan was so happy that he wanted to cry.
This is the temperature of the food!
He said nothing, squatted aside, and drank it sip by sip.
After drinking, I put the bowl in the basin. At this moment, I regained consciousness from head to toe, and vitality revived in my body.
He Goudan fell to his knees, crying heartbreakingly, "Mom! There really is a way out if we reach Tianjin! Mom! Why did you hang yourself?"
The crowd had no time to sympathize with He Goudan's sadness.
Because of this kind of sadness, almost everyone of them has experienced it.
It has almost become a rule in years of disaster for the elderly to commit suicide to save life-saving food for the young.
Everyone rushed to the shed impatiently.
Register!
Just register!
You can get hot porridge!
The team of auxiliary officers was once deformed by the rush, but after the gunshots were fired, order was restored.
At this time, Han Dagang and others had already made railings with wood and hammered them into the ground with sledgehammers. The victims lined up in this passage, which greatly reduced the pressure on the auxiliary managers.
"Dagang, Dagang, take a few people with you to help maintain order. The situation on this side of the queue is better now, but it's not so good at the back. Take some people to check. If anyone dares to make trouble, take action. Don't show mercy!"
Han Dagang nodded and went there with a few people.
We worked until the evening and the number of victims finally decreased a little.
Those who finished drinking the porridge were taken aside, then divided into several groups, and then followed the "official" on an unknown journey.
Some people asked to be grouped together with their fellow villagers, but the "official" ignored the request and just waved the gun in his hand, asking everyone to follow.
Han Dagang sat on a rock and took the cigarette handed to him by the person next to him.
“This is more tiring than carrying a heavy bag!”
Han Dagang smiled and took a puff of his cigarette. "This is a good deed."
The man next to him was younger and more alert. He winked and said, "Brother Dagang, we are identifying rebels."
Han Dagang also smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke easily.
Then, a small figure in the distance caught his attention.
A boy who was no more than ten years old leaned forward, seeming to be pulling something with great effort.
His right hand was placed on the cloth strip on his shoulder, while his left hand hung by his side.
With the help of the torch light, Han Dagang could clearly see what the child was holding in his left hand.
A dagger!
Han Dagang stood up and walked quickly towards that direction.
I saw that the child's shoulder was already covered in blood. At the end of the cloth strip was something tied with branches, which could barely be called a sled.
There was an adult lying on the sled.
As Han Dagang approached, the child suddenly looked up and held the dagger across his chest with his left hand.
With a firm and cold look in his eyes, Han Dagang clearly saw that there was blood on the dagger!
“We are from Tianjin…”
Before Han Dagang finished speaking, the child heard the word "Jinmen" and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately, "Please save my father! Please save my father! My father is hungry, but he is still breathing. If you give him food, I will work like a slave for you!"