Chapter 503 (1/2)

Xie Yu glanced at the fourth childe and said to the crowd, ”get up.”

Then let a group of disaster victims continue to queue up, and those who drink porridge drink porridge. They thanked and thanked, and then they dispersed.

Xie Wanjin leaned against the straw shed and smiled and saluted Xie Yu, ”see you, Lord Xie. How are you doing in beizhou these days? Have you ever been homesick? This porridge is full of sand. How can the third brother eat it?”

He said a series of words, and only the last sentence was the point.

Xie Xuan brushed his sleeve, dumped the fourth childe, took the bowl of rice porridge from Fengyi without expression, and drank it without saying a word.

Xie Wanjin was stunned and speechless.

He said in his heart: the third brother is really a cruel man!

No wonder these victims are so grateful to Lord Xie while drinking porridge mixed with sand.

In a disaster stricken area, the victims actually don't care what they eat. They can eat and eat. If disaster relief officials can share the hardships with the people and save the people from water and fire like Xie, they can eat some sand and do more work without complaining.

The fourth childe gradually understood in his heart. Looking at his third brother, he only felt that his ancestors were smoking, so he could be a cold faced Qingtian.

Before he could speak, Xie Xuan put down his bowl and asked him, ”do you want to drink this porridge?”

Xie Wanjin had no reason to feel cold behind his back. He hurriedly said, ”drink, drink, three brothers drink on weekdays. How can I not drink?”

When Fengyi heard the speech, he immediately wanted to speak. The fourth childe knocked on his head and said with a smile: ”don't you want to line up? It's not my turn yet. Fengyi also doesn't recognize his fourth childe for a bowl of porridge. He has to let me line up in the back!”

”Fourth childe, you...”

Inexplicably, he carried a pot of Fengyi, which was made by Xie Wanjin's eyes. The one named dumb had a hard time eating Coptis, and his face was wrinkled with worry.

Xie Xuan glanced at them and immediately understood, but he didn't say anything. He went to the hut himself, took out a bowl full of atherosclerotic soup and handed it to Xie Wanjin, ”drink.”

”Third brother, you...”

This time it's Xie Wanjin's turn to be dumb.

The fourth childe is so big that he always has good clothes and food. There are groups of servants. Don't say that there is so much sand in the porridge. Even if it is delicious, he doesn't necessarily eat more.

This bowl of porridge was given to him by the third brother.

Even if it's sour, he has to give face to drink.

Xie Wangang wanted to reach out and pick it up. Suddenly, Xie Yu held a bowl in both hands and saluted him, ”thank you.”

The north wind rustled the young man's purple robe, the ink was slightly disordered, and the style was outstanding.

Xie used to be a stranger, but now he gives up his wealth and runs thousands of miles through the wind and rain.

Xie Qiandan rice grain fell to beizhou like rain in time.

Xiejun was dusty and did not delay for a moment.

”Third brother! Third brother... Don't do this. I'm afraid of you! Can't I drink?”

Xie Wanjin was startled by his gift. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bowl of porridge. After drinking it at one breath, he felt that his mouth was full of sand and could not taste anything.

Xie Xuan looked at him, took out a white brocade from his sleeve and handed it to the fourth childe.