Chapter 793 792 [Visit From Fellow Prisoner]

The first batch of disaster relief grain shipped from the Americas was not delivered to central Sichuan, nor even to Chongqing. It was unloaded directly in Changshou, Fuling, Zhongxian, Wanzhou, Yunyang, Fengjie and other counties in eastern Sichuan. Fuling, in particular, is a major disaster-hit county, with countless hungry people waiting for food to save their lives.

People in counties in eastern Sichuan have gnawed away all the roots of bark and grass and relied on digging up white mud to satisfy their hunger. This white mud is also known as "fairy rice" and "Guanyin soil". It is often mixed with plant ash and water to make a cake and eat it, which can make hungry people feel the joy of fullness.

After eating the white mud, your stomach is full, and the rest is to wait for death. Because the white mud cannot be pulled out at all, it is blocked in the intestines, suffocating the person to death.

But even so, the starving people who went crazy with hunger regarded the white mud as a treasure, and even a large-scale fight broke out over digging for the white mud. People in the third district of Fuling County dug up white mud and hollowed out the foot of the mountain, causing the rocks to collapse. More than 50 hungry people were killed by rolling stones. The companions who were not dead turned a blind eye and continued to dig in the mud next to the bloody corpses. Some of them ate too much and died on the spot.

Yibin Commissioner Leng Yindong wrote a letter to ask scientists about the nutrition of white mud. A professor from Shanghai wrote back: "White mud contains minerals needed by the human body. Eating 100 kilograms of white mud can obtain 300 calories of heat energy."

Leng Yindong immediately reported Liu Xiang excitedly and invented a scientific way to eat white mud. One method is to eat white mud with grains, grains account for 60 to 70%, which is less harmful; another method is to use straw or cucumber roots to boil water and take it after eating white mud, which will help Digestion.

When Liu Xiang received the news, he immediately instructed the provincial government to send letters to cities and counties and use official channels to widely publicize it.

Is Liu Xiang a fool?

of course not.

For hungry people, eating white mud is like drinking poison to quench thirst. When he sent a letter to promote the method of eating white mud, Liu Xiang was drinking poison to quench his thirst. He had no other way to think of.

Liu Xiang must have money and food, but it was not enough to cover the expenses of the army and civil servants. In order to ensure his warlord rule, he could only save the money and food for future use, and watch the victims of the disaster in Sichuan die!

The first batch of disaster relief grain shipped from the Americas immediately gave the hungry people in counties in eastern Sichuan a respite. Now there are relief societies and county governments setting up porridge stations everywhere to provide disaster relief. As for building factories with work-for-relief, Zhou Hexuan didn't dare to do so for the time being. Judging from the current situation of the victims, it would be easy for them to work to death.

News about Zhou Hexuan spending huge sums of money for disaster relief spread like wildfire, and even the strange stories that he had Liu Congyun killed in a public trial and that Chongqing had a sudden rain of rain spread to various counties in eastern Sichuan. Countless ordinary people who were able to survive spontaneously set up immortality tablets at home, worshiping Zhou Hexuan as the Second Master Guan.

The second batch of American disaster relief grains also arrived soon. This time Yin Changling couldn't help but kneel in front of Zhou Hexuan and transported the grains to Suining, Ziyang, Jianyang and other counties. Zhou Shenxian's name also spread to all parts of central Sichuan.

At this moment, major news came from the northwest. Lao Jiang was detained by Zhang Xueliang and Yang Hucheng.

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The 1,000 tons of grain transported by Wang Er, Yuan Wujiu, and Zheng Rentong were unloaded in Fengjie County and handed over to the local relief society for distribution. They continued to take the boat upstream and soon arrived at the main city of Chongqing. The disasters they saw along the way made the three of them feel cold in their chests.

In the original words of the ghost fortune teller Zheng Rentong: "I have traveled all over East and South China and have witnessed various disasters, but none are as terrible as those in Sichuan. In the rich land of Bashu, there are people dying of hunger in the fields, and the corpses are carried along the road, and they exchange children for food. It's almost like a ghost."

Until entering the jurisdiction of Chongqing City, the situation changed greatly. There were very few corpses along the banks of the river, and there were almost no hungry people. It was like returning to the world from hell.

Zheng Rentong repeatedly sighed: "If you are poor, you can take care of yourself, but if you are rich, you can help the world. Mr. Zhou can protect a people and save countless lives. He can be called a great sage in this world!"

"Old Zheng, don't risk the sour water. The boatman said that the Zhou Mansion is ahead." Yuan Wujiu reminded.

"Ahem, just a few words of emotion." Zheng Rentong coughed to relieve his embarrassment.

The two have been old partners for many years. Before taking refuge with Wang Yaqiao, Yuan Wujiu was a mountain king who robbed homes and houses, while Zheng Rentong was a dog-headed strategist in the village.

When Yuan Wujiu was more than ten years old, he started to make revolution with his fellow villagers. He became the chief of the local (county) security group before he was twenty years old. As a result, because he couldn't stand the county magistrate's corruption and bending the law, he killed the magistrate in a rage, and he could only take a few brothers to the mountains of Lingnan to become bandits.

Zheng Rentong is not a good guy. He was born in a remote place and is still reading the Four Books and Five Classics when he is more than ten years old. After finally opening his eyes to the world, he was admitted to school to learn Western knowledge, but he was still addicted to traditional reading materials such as "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin". He lamented that he was born at the wrong time and that talents are rarely found. On one of his trips, he met the bandit Yuan Wujiu. They thought he was too poor to rob him, but he shamelessly followed him to the bandit's den. He recommended himself to be a dog-headed military advisor and gave himself a reward. He was nicknamed "Ghost Teller".

Later, Zheng Rentong came into contact with books about the French Revolution and encouraged Yuan Wujiu to go to the capital to make revolution every day. Later, he met Wang Yaqiao and learned about the anarchism that promoted anarchy. Zheng Rentong immediately became an anarchist believer and dragged Yuan Wujiu to join Wang Yaqiao's Ax Gang.

Among these three people, two were bandits and one was a thief. They had committed countless crimes and deserved to be shot. However, they claimed to be upholding justice and claimed that they had never harmed a good person.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the Zhou family's private dock. The three of them climbed up the stairs and saw people burning incense and kneeling in worship on Banpo. There were many ashes of burned paper money around them.

Zheng Rentong asked curiously: "Old lady, what are you doing?"

The old woman pointed to the Zhou Mansion in front and said, "I am burning paper money for Zhou Shenxian. My granddaughter is sick. Please protect her from Zhou Shenxian."

He heard a lot of rumors along the way and knew that Zhou Shenxian was Zhou Hexuan. Yuan Wujiu said curiously: "Mr. Zhou is not dead anymore. He is alive and well. How can you use the paper money for him? Why don't you give it to him directly?" ."

The old woman explained: "Shenxian Zhou is a god who descended to earth and will eventually ascend to heaven. I'll burn some for him in advance."

Wang Er laughed loudly: "The paper money you burned was only collected by Mr. Zhou after he ascended to heaven. How can you bless your granddaughter now?"

The old woman was stunned and hesitated: "Then I just give the paper money to Zhou Shenxian? I'm afraid that's not good."

The three of them were so happy that they didn't talk to the old woman anymore, but walked faster towards the gate of Zhou's mansion.

Zheng Rentong sighed again: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, was born and became a saint in Chongqing. Zheng is really fascinated!"

Wang Er slapped the big iron door, and the concierge Old Man He asked: "What do you want to do at Zhou's residence?"

Wang Er said quite proudly: "My name is Wang Tianliang, and I am Mr. Zhou's fellow prisoner. Go and inform Mr. Zhou that Yanzi Wang Er is visiting. He will definitely know about it."

Concierge He was confused after hearing this. He knew about fellow villagers, classmates, and comrades, but what the hell were fellow inmates?

Finally, Concierge He expressed his doubts.

Wang Er laughed proudly: "Being in prison together means we have been in prison together. I also talked and laughed with Mr. Zhou in the cell!"