So, Qin Nanjing came up with this idea.
She took out a piece of land from her dowry and built a house for these poor people to live together and take care of each other.
Later, more and more people were sent from the battlefield.
There are also some women and girls who want to escape from their families and come here to live.
Qin Nanjing bought all the surrounding land.
More than a decade later, Huairong Village has become a large village with a population of over a thousand.
The vast majority of people there are injured and disabled soldiers and their families, as well as families of deceased soldiers.
Everyone gets along harmoniously, helps each other, and has become a family.
The owner of the grain shop was from Huairong Village. He hadn't seen anyone from the battlefield for four or five years.
Dozens of houses were built this time, which can accommodate hundreds of people.
Although it was built outside the village, it was somewhat crude.
But he couldn't help wondering if there would be another war.
"No, there's nothing happening at the border," Qin Nanjing said. "It's a long story, and we might need it soon. We must prepare everything properly, including cotton-padded clothes. Ask the cloth shop to prepare some more."
We don’t know how long this disaster will last and when the victims can return to their homes, so we need to prepare winter cotton clothes in advance.
"Okay, ma'am, I'll send someone to notify them right away."
The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, hoping there wouldn't be a war.
His son died on the battlefield ten years ago, leaving him to see his son die.
He didn't want to see people like him coming to Huairong Village again.
After leaving the grain shop, Qin Nanjing went to the newly opened pastry and sweet soup shop.
The carriage stopped outside a dessert shop.
Qin Nanjing couldn't help but frown every time she saw the name of the store, and didn't dare tell anyone that it was chosen by Rong Xuqing.
Whenever people asked her about the origin of this peculiar name of the store, she would say that it came up that day and night.
After all, no matter how you look at it, it's a child's style.
Rong Chaoxi was inexplicably blamed.
As soon as they got off the carriage, they saw the carriage of the Marquis of Annan stopped opposite.
A slightly haggard old woman and Ms. Hu, who also looked as pale as death, came down from inside.
Qin Nanjing raised her brows slightly.
It seems that the old lady has had a very bad time these days!
He looked even more haggard and thinner than he did in the Wanfo Temple.
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