The disaster victims surged toward the iron cauldrons. At the very front was an old woman who had been shoved into the crowd. The iron cauldron was on the verge of tipping over, and the white porridge inside was boiling hot.
"Stop shoving, stop shoving! Get in line!"
The constables distributing the porridge tried to restore order, but their shouts were drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and not a single person listened!
Chapter 203