Chapter 297 Little Nuobao's Sorrow With
so much food suddenly available, the kindhearted people who gave food to the people were so happy that their eyes lit up. They
quickly rolled up their sleeves and started to carry the food down.
The refugees were also very grateful. They dragged their weak feet and knelt in front of the carriage, knocking their heads repeatedly.
"Thank you very much!"
"Thank you, it's rare to meet such kind-hearted people in this world, we are lucky!"
"It's a pity that we can't repay you. Today we kowtow twice and will remember your kindness for the rest of our lives!" The refugees thanked with tears in their eyes, and raised their yellow and sunken faces. It was obvious that they had been hungry for a long time.
Little Nuobao supported his chin, looked out of the window, and felt very heavy.
Only then did she realize that most of the refugees were women, children, and elderly people with gray hair, while young and strong men accounted for less than 10%.
Some of the older uncles were still shirtless, and their bodies were pale from the cold.
They only wanted to give their clothes to the young children who were traveling with them to keep warm.
But even so, there were still a few children who were shivering from the cold and sobbing on the women's shoulders.
Jiang Fengze stared at the children's bare feet, and his eyes were stung by the pain.
"Get up, all of you! It's so cold, how can you kneel on the ground!" Jiang Fengze suppressed his sadness and stepped forward to help everyone up one by one.
He asked again, "I see that among you, there are only the old, weak, women and children. Where are the young men? Where have they gone?"
There are about fifty refugees waiting for food here.
Among them is an old man, who was originally the village chief of his hometown. He replied with red eyes, "Your Excellency doesn't know that when the thieves from the north came, the men in our village, in order to protect their homes, all the healthy men joined the city's defense army." After
saying this, the old man's eyes were sad, and two lines of old tears flowed out of his eyes, and he fell to the ground.
Jiang Fengze's heart sank.
The rest, he didn't need the old man to say anything, he already knew.
Before the arrival of the Imperial Master, Changbai City was short of fighting power, and nearly 80% of the city defense soldiers were killed or wounded. Most of those passionate men died on the battlefield...
"In ancient times, few people returned from the war... So, the young and strong men in your village died in the war, leaving you old people, women and children to make a living." Jiang Fengze's throat was so tight that it hurt.
The old man wiped his eyes and sighed to the sky, "Although our place is not rich, men, women and children are all very hardworking. If there is a labor force left in the family, we won't have to flee everywhere."
Hearing this, Jiang Fengze lowered his head in sadness.
Feng was even more resentful, and her eyes were a little more moist.
In the carriage, the two little ones, Xiao Nuobao and Fengmiao, were hunching their shoulders, tears dripping down their cheeks, their clothes soaked with tears.
Whenever there is a war, civilians will suffer.
Everyone in the world is suffering!
Jiang Fengze saw a little girl of three or four years old among the refugees, whose toes were purple and red.
He sniffed, hurriedly pulled off Fengmiao's cotton shoes, turned around and put them on the girl.
"Although they are a little big, at least they are warm to wear. You can keep these shoes."
The girl's mother thanked them profusely, wishing she could bow until her waist broke before she was willing to accept them.
On the way back, the carriage was unusually quiet. The
two children who usually loved to make noise were now as obedient as quails, just folding their hands uncomfortably, and not even eating snacks.
Feng sighed and patted the heads of the two children one by one.
The children of the Jiang family were all of good origin and kind-hearted. It was inevitable that they felt sorry for the refugees.
Although the Jiang family had not escaped the famine, they had also experienced hardships. They knew that the poor had a hard time, not to mention that they were displaced poor.
After a long pause, Feng and Jiang Fengze spoke almost at the same time.
"Third brother, why don't we do something and help with the meal distribution?"
"Mom, I want to build a porridge shed in the city to help the refugees!"
After saying it in unison, the mother and the two smiled in tacit understanding. Since they had the same idea, they should do it as soon as possible.
Little Nuobao raised his wet eyes, and he couldn't wait to raise his hands and feet to express his agreement!
Just now, she had seen so many children of the same age as her who were hungry, which made her eyes "pee" constantly.
It just so happened that she had a lot of surplus from the offerings she collected on weekdays.
Now she could take them all out and give them rice and porridge to the refugees, which could be regarded as taking from the "people" and using them for the "people".
When they returned to Dalui Village, Feng carried her daughter to the kang and told the whole family about this.
Jiang Fengnian, Jiang Fenghu, and Li Qiqiao were all filled with emotion, and of course they had no objection at all.
As for Sun Chunxue, she was in the same class as Chun Ge'er at home. Generally speaking, her words were almost ineffective in such major events, so there was no need for her to interrupt.
Jiang Fengnian sat on the kang and nodded solemnly, "It's good to build a porridge stall, mother, I think it's really good!"
"Yesterday when I went to the academy to see Fengjing, along the way, I saw several refugees begging on the street, and they were stopped by the yamen runners. I can't tell how bad it felt in my heart." He frowned slightly.
Li Qiqiao also sat down, "Well, my family used to suffer, and we know what it feels like to be hungry. Now the conditions are good. Although we can't help everyone, it's okay to send a few meals to some refugees."
Jiang Fenghu immediately supported his wife.
"Anyway, we have Xianquanju to rely on. Even if we only take out the revenue of three or five days, it will be enough to help many refugees. It can be
regarded as doing good deeds." Feng patted the edge of the kang and said, "Then it's settled. Let's go to the city tomorrow and set up the porridge stall first."
After making this decision, Jiang Fengze was very happy.
If you are poor, you can take care of yourself. If you are rich, you can help the world. Although he is a rough man, he has always had the idea of serving the country and the people in his heart.
However, although giving porridge is a good deed, doing good deeds also requires rules.
There are more and more refugees in the city. If they give out food in a big way, it will inevitably cause a scramble. Once there are troubles such as trampling and fighting, it will be a mindless kindness.
So Jiang Fengze returned to Liaodong Camp and found people to help.
At present, several soldiers from the battalion have returned from visiting their relatives and happened to be free in Donglazi Mountain.
Killing enemies on the battlefield is for the people, and giving away rice and porridge is also for the people. After receiving the arrangement, the brothers of the Liaodong Battalion were naturally happy, and they all secretly admired in their hearts that the commander's family was really kind.
As for Xiao Nuobao, she was busy with this matter all afternoon.
Lying on the kang, she counted the accumulated offerings until her head was dizzy.
Fortunately, after a lot of effort, Xiao Nuobao managed to sort out 1,000 kilograms of rice, 200 kilograms of millet, 600 kilograms of corn and soybeans, and more than 500 kilograms of potatoes and sweet potatoes, which could be used for giving away rice. Not
long after, there were a few "bangs", and a lot of food fell from the sky and all fell into the yard!
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