The 15th day of the seventh lunar month is the Ghost Festival. The moon in the sky is covered by clouds and has not yet come out.

As soon as it gets dark, someone is burning paper money outside, mumbling something in his mouth. After

the children at home have gone to bed, Cao Xiangnan and Qi Wanfeng also go outside to burn paper money. He

didn't explain this matter in detail before, because he was afraid of revealing any clues and it would be difficult to explain, so he didn't dare to do anything. Now that this matter has been made public, Cao Xiangnan will take advantage of this Ghost Festival to burn some paper money for the deceased. After all, everything he has now was taken from others.

Originally, he was also an atheist, but when these things happened to him, Cao Xiangnan had to believe that there are some things in this world that cannot be explained by science, so he would rather believe it than not believe it.

"I hope he can marry into a good family in his next life." After all the paper money in the basket was burned, Cao Xiangnan stood up, pulled the person next to him to stand up together, and held his hand tightly. This person belongs to him, Cao Xiangnan, and he will be his for the rest of his life. He will never let go.

Since you don't know how to cherish and love him, I will cherish and love him.

Qi Wanfeng nodded, "I will." She looked into the distance, turned around and said to her husband, "Let's go into the house."

"Okay."

Cao Xiangnan held the basket in one hand and held Wanfeng's hand with the other. The two of them went into the house together and turned around to close the door. A gust of wind blew outside, and the ashes on the ground were blown away by the wind.

The fire was clearly extinguished, and every household in the village closed their doors. There were still men guarding the door at the entrance of the village.

The night passed without any waves.

After the Zhongyuan Festival, the middle of July had passed.

After the grain in the fields was harvested, the remaining stubble after the seedlings were cut had to be dug up, otherwise it would be difficult to grow anything in the fields. They were also in the north, and they only grew one crop of grain a year. After harvesting the grain in the fields at this time, they could also grow some vegetables. At this time of year, they could also grow some local eggs, radishes, etc., which could be harvested to last the entire winter.

Every year at this time, seeing that winter is coming, everyone has to prepare food for the winter. Otherwise, when the snow falls in winter, it is cold and freezing. Without food, they will starve to death in the house.

There are refugees coming from Nanyang in the town. How to deal with and arrange these people is also a troublesome matter. If left alone, it will definitely cause unrest. Cao Xiangnan sent him a method for how to deal with these people. After reading it, Zhao Xianzhi asked someone to send it to Nanyang as soon as possible. He also started to arrange for the refugees who kept coming.

If an official does not make decisions for the people and watches the people starve to death or freeze to death, what is the point of being an official? Zhao Xianzhi's conscience would not allow him to watch these refugees with nowhere to go, constantly dying on the road, either from illness or hunger, and in the end they died in a foreign land without even a home to return home.

The prescription Cao Xiangnan sent him solved what he had been thinking about, how to better arrange these people. Now that there was a way, it was up to him, as a parent official, to arrange these refugees.

A temporary porridge shed was set up at the entrance of the government office. On the stove were steaming porridge made of coarse grains, and in a pot were boiling porridge water. A pair of eyes that were so hungry that they turned green were staring at the shed that was emitting fragrance. If there weren't a lot of officials with swords on their waists standing here, these people would have rushed over to grab food, but seeing the swords held by the officials, no one dared to do so. There

was a table next to it, and the master was temporarily arranged to register the surnames of these refugees, their names, where they came from, all clearly registered. After

registration, a card was issued. This card was a temporary identity card. With this card, you can get food, and then follow the officials who lead the way to get work to do. In the future, you can take the card to get food.

The method given by Cao Xiangnan is to use work as relief. All the relief is not given for free, but requires payment to get the corresponding food.

There were already people lining up to receive food in the greenhouse. Those who received food hurriedly stuffed it into their mouths. There was not much rice in the porridge. Men could get two wo wo tou and a bowl of porridge, while men, the elderly and children could only get one wo wo tou and a bowl of porridge.

Seeing people eating over there, those who had not registered here were eager to eat.

"Mom, I'm hungry... wu wu..." The child was crying there, but the expressionless official was ruthless and did not let the crying child go over to receive food first. If you want to receive food, you must follow the rules here, and no one is exempt.

"Be good, wait a little longer, we will have food soon."

"Line up, men stand on that side, men stand in the middle, old people and children stand on this side." The officials of the yamen stood there to maintain order, and asked these people to stand in order according to the men, men, old people and children. If there were those who were disobedient, the officials would kick them and shout, "What are you yelling about! If you want to get food quickly, hurry up and line up. If you dare to cut in line, wrap your skin tightly, don't blame me for being rude later..."

After the rectification of the new county magistrate, the officials in the yamen now do things in a proper manner. Originally, they thought that their county magistrate, who looked weak and gentle, would be easy to bully. Those who thought so would not get what they wanted in the end. Now, their county magistrate gave them instructions and they had to do their jobs obediently.

The crying child was coaxed by his mother and quickly stopped crying.

The crowd lined up nervously, hoping to get a sign to get a bite of food as soon as possible. They had not eaten a hot meal for a long time, and their mouths were watering just thinking about it.

The master with two mustaches on the corners of his mouth sat at the table, holding a brush and writing. He would ask the people standing in front of him from time to time, write in the book, and register a person's name. He would then issue a sign and say, "Take the sign and go over there."

"Yes, yes, thank you, master."

The officials would ask the registered people to line up to receive food. After receiving the food, other people would wait there. When there were enough people, they would be taken to arrange accommodation, and someone would arrange the daily work for these people.

Strong men would do heavy work and get more food; men, the elderly and children who were not so strong would do lighter work, so naturally they would not get as much food, and the food they received was just enough to fill their stomachs, but it was absolutely impossible to eat enough.

These refugees had come such a long way, and all they wanted was a place to eat.

They were driven away wherever they went, with nowhere to go and no home to return to. People kept dying of hunger and illness along the way until they came to this small place. The county magistrate not only gave them food, but also arranged a place for them to live. However, the only thing was that they had to work to earn all these things. But despite this, many people were still willing to stay.

Winter was coming, and they wanted to survive this winter. This was their only way out.

Not far away, Zhao Xianzhi and Cao Xiangnan stood there, looking at the many people here, and the arrangements were well-organized. Most people were willing to stay. However, judging from the people here, there were very few elderly people and children who could walk to their place, and there were only a few brothers. It was not surprising that they had been here for more than a few days, and it was also conceivable what happened along the way.

"Xiangnan, it seems that the method you gave is feasible now." Zhao Xianzhi turned around and said to Cao Xiangnan who was standing beside him. After spending some time together and getting to know each other, Cao Xiangnan no longer called out to the county magistrate. After listening to what Zhao Xianzhi said, he smiled and said, "It's Xiangnan's honor to be able to do something for the people."

"Oh, yes, I've called Doctor Luo. If any of these people are sick, let the officials take them to Luo's Clinic for a check-up. As for the medical expenses, I'll pay them first, and the debt can be repaid with work." Cao Xiangnan told Zhao Xianzhi what he had discussed with Doctor Luo. Doctor Luo said that their clinic would only charge for medical expenses, and he would not charge money for consultations.

But he couldn't let Luo's clinic down. He got a lot of medicine from Luo Rongheng, most of which were hemostatics, colds and flu medicines. These medicines were sent to King Yi in a continuous stream.

Cao Xiangnan was now looking forward to King Yi ascending the throne, and he would definitely benefit from it. Thanks to the ice-making recipe and many ice drinks and food, Fang Ziye made him a very considerable sum of money in just two months. The money he got made his eyes light up.

He calculated the banknotes he had in his hand. As long as he didn't have unfilial children, the money he earned was enough for three generations of them to live a rich and luxurious life. However, money is something that you cannot bring with you when you are born or when you die. If you leave it to your descendants, you don't know if they can keep the land. Making money is a skill. Leaving too much wealth to your descendants will harm them.

If the country is gone at this time, how can we talk about the family? So the country is the family. As long as the world is peaceful, with his ability, why should he be afraid of starving his family? So Cao Xiangnan will try his best to do what he can with the things he has in his hands. As for things that are not within his scope, he can't do anything.

"Yes, prophet, I came here today to tell you something."

"Oh, what is it?"

Cao Xiangnan meant to pick some people who can work from here. With his ability to eat underground, he didn't mind helping to share some of the labor force. Naturally, he would give these people food. Although it may not be very good, as long as they work hard, they will not be hungry at his place.

"Of course it's good." Zhao Xianzhi was more than happy to accept it and smiled.

The two men briefly talked about this matter, and Cao Xiangnan asked the people he brought to go over there to pick people. Being able to work is the first priority, but character is also very important. He didn't want to pick some bad people and bring them back, and he would be the one with a headache in the end.