Chapter 298 The opportunity for father and daughter to meet
Jiang Fengnian had just come out of the toilet and saw this amazing scene. He stood still and dared not move.
He coughed twice, pretended to look up at the sky, and silently said that he saw nothing.
It was not until the movement in the yard stopped that Jiang Fengnian went into the house as if nothing had happened, but his calves were not willing to hold back and trembled twice.
There was no way, after all, it was the first time for him to see his sister "performing magic" with his own eyes. He
couldn't help but mutter in his heart, how did his sister do it, could she be the reincarnation of a god or demon... This is so powerful, even if a great immortal came, it would not be more than this.
But there were some doubts, and Jiang Fengnian had to swallow them down even if he was beaten to death, and he didn't dare to say more.
After all, this matter is too strange. Once others know about it, my sister will be treated as a little monster and taken to Leifeng Pagoda.
Right now, for the Jiang family, the
most important thing is to build a porridge shed. With the food for Xiao Nuobao, the family does not need to spend money for the time being. The main thing is to build a porridge shed and cook, which only takes some effort.
It is not difficult to build a porridge shed. Just choose a place, build a stove, and set up two big pots.
At first, Feng wanted to set it up next to Wei's Academy.
First, it is close to the academy, and when you are free, you can also see the rich scenery.
Second, with Dean Wei here, if you need something temporarily, it will be convenient to borrow it.
But little Nuobao had another idea. She pulled Feng's clothes and said, "Mom, let's not go to the academy this time. Let's go to the Qincaiju!"
"Where is Mr. Qin?" Feng hesitated, "Qin Bu Tong is upset about the quietness of the restaurant. If we bring refugees there again, I'm afraid it will affect his business even more."
Little Nuobao had already thought about the pros and cons. A glimmer of cleverness flashed in his eyes. He smiled and patted his chest.
"Mom, Nuobao knows what's going on. It will definitely not be bad for Qincaiju to build a porridge stall there~"
Feng saw that she had a plan, so she narrowed her eyes and said, "Okay, you are so smart that you must have some ideas again. Then I will not worry about it. I will listen to you."
The next morning, the Jiang family took two bags of rice and a bag of potatoes, borrowed the ox cart from the village chief, and went into the city.
When Feng told Qin Bu Tong about the matter, he unexpectedly agreed so readily.
"Boss Feng, you worry too much. Whatever the problem is, it doesn't matter as long as it can keep the refugees warm." Qin Bu Tong made the decision readily.
He pointed to the door in self-mockery and said, "Look at my restaurant. The tables and chairs are almost covered with dust. There were only three tables yesterday. It really won't affect much."
Feng was relieved and called Feng Nian and the others to come over so that they could start to build the tent.
Anyway, there were few customers in the restaurant, so Qin Bu Tong simply called two waiters and rolled up their sleeves to help.
Jiang Fengnian and Jiang Fenghu brought wooden stakes and were responsible for driving them into the ground. Jiang Fengze led his brothers to cover the ground with reeds and thatch.
Qin Bu Tong borrowed the firewood room of the wine shop and took people to move the grain in. He also borrowed the big pot in the kitchen.
As for cooking porridge and rice, it was the job of Feng's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Li Qiqiao put on her apron and was responsible for making the fire and cooking the rice. Feng washed a hundred or eighty potatoes and put them in the big pot to boil.
The adults were all busy, and Xiao Nuobao didn't want to be idle either, so he held the rice spoon in one hand and hopped around the street.
"Give out porridge!"
"There is a porridge stand to the north of Qincaiju."
"Welcome all uncles and aunts, donate rice and labor, and do charity with us!"
Xiao Nuobao had a pair of flower-shaped buns tied with a red headband. She was very pleasing when she walked on the road, and attracted many people to watch.
Hearing her babyish voice, the people in the city couldn't help laughing for a while, and they surrounded her and teased her. If Feng Miao hadn't been watching, they would have wanted to take Xiao Nuobao away directly.
What a soft and cute little baby.
The women and men around were so touched that some of them who were in a good condition simply went back to take out some food and stuffed it into the little guy's arms.
Strength comes from numbers. Xiao Nuobao got "sponsorship" and her face was flushed with joy. She shouted in a baby voice.
Feng and Jiang Fengze were both delighted and bowed to the crowd. Xiao Nuobao followed suit, bending his chubby waist like a moving rice cake.
Soon, the aroma of porridge spread.
When the refugees heard that there was a porridge stall here, they all rushed over. Soon, there were nearly a hundred people.
Fortunately, Jiang Fengze was well prepared and brought brothers dressed in military uniforms.
With the Liaodong Camp guarding the scene, the refugees did not dare to rob and lined up in two vertical lines, winding to the corner of the street.
Feng wiped her hands and stepped forward to comfort them, "Don't worry, everyone, as long as you wait here, everyone will have a share, no one will be left out!"
"Yes, take your time, I guarantee you will all have a meal." Jiang Fengze also nodded vigorously.
Under the arrangement of the Jiang family, each refugee can get a bowl of white porridge and half a boiled potato.
Li Qiqiao put a lot of rice in the porridge and made it thick, so thick that chopsticks could stand up when put in it. The refugees ate it with tears in their eyes.
After fleeing from famine for many days, many of them had the first time to eat such a hot and full meal.
Everyone knew how to be grateful. After eating their own share, they did not grab others', and did not forget to thank the Jiang family.
"Thank you for your kindness." An old woman bent over and refused to get up for a long time.
"This is the best and most delicious meal we've had since we fled from the famine." Another girl sobbed, wiping her tears.
Seeing everyone so grateful, Feng stretched her sore waist, and for a moment, she didn't even feel tired.
Li Qiqiao rubbed her shoulders and elbows, smiling, "Mom, I don't know why, our family is clearly giving out food today, but I feel happier than making money in Xianquanju on weekdays."
Jiang Fenghu wiped his sweat, took the opportunity to pat his wife, and laughed.
"Because my wife is kind, she is happier to see others saved than to see herself benefit."
Boss Qin and the soldiers of Liaodong Camp deliberately coughed, which made Li Qiqiao's face hot, and she was so angry that she gave Fenghu an elbow.
Little Nuobao shook his little white teeth and ran over to kiss his second sister-in-law, "Second sister-in-law, I want a kiss too~"
Li Qiqiao eased the embarrassment, lifted up Xiao Nuobao and smiled, "My sister-in-law is still popular, unlike your second brother, huh, he is just a big fool!"
With the experience of the first day, the Jiang family was familiar with distributing porridge in the future.
The porridge stall lit a fire twice a day, and distributed one meal in the morning and afternoon.
The number of refugees increased from more than a hundred at the beginning to nearly three hundred.
The people of the Jiang family and Qincaiju were sometimes too busy to handle it.
Xiao Nuobao was smart. He simply went to Tian Zhixian's door and asked him to send some people to help distribute porridge.
After all, the responsibility of rescuing refugees is the responsibility of officials.
Tian Zhixian wanted to shirk his responsibilities and drove the refugees out of the city blindly. As long as Xiao Nuobao was there, he would not even think about it.
After eight or nine days of giving out porridge, the people in the city had seen it so much that they were inevitably moved.
"On weekdays, those who set up tents to give out rice are mostly wealthy people who are seeking fame and reputation and are just pretending to give out rice. They either only give out rice for four or five days and then leave, or they buy some cheap mulberry rice and make the porridge watery to fool people."
"But the Jiang family is really doing their job. Look at the thick porridge, it's almost like dry rice."
"And the Qincaiju, I can't believe they are willing to lend them a place to set up a tent, and they don't mind the refugees at all."
This time, not only the Jiang family's reputation was praised by everyone.
Even the Qincaiju was also benefited from it, and for a while, it finally became popular again.
The porridge stand here soon became a living signboard. Many people came to the restaurant to eat, and some guests would even bring some rice.
This killed two birds with one stone. Mrs. Feng suddenly understood why the daughter had to set up the stand in Qincaiju.
Qin Bu Tong was even happier. He wished he could bring ten plates of cherry pancakes a day so that Xiao Nuobao would have enough to eat.
He also spent a lot of money to buy rice, flour, beans, sweet potatoes and other grains, which were reserved for the porridge.
That morning, the north wind was so strong that it hurt people's faces.
Xiao Nuobao was wrapped in three layers of clothes, like a big meat dumpling, and followed his mother and third brother to the city to distribute porridge.
When the porridge stand was emitting hot steam, Mu Yihan and Ali passed by at the corner of the street, riding towards Sanqing Temple.
"That immortal, is he really willing to see me?" Mu Yihan's voice was rarely emotional.
Ali nodded happily, "Yes, sir, I don't know why, but that immortal suddenly agreed, and said that you will have an opportunity today!"
As for what the opportunity was, the Taoist priest did not say it directly, and Ali could only guess secretly.
With doubts in his heart, Mu Yihan couldn't wait to rush to Sanqing Temple immediately.
However, at this time, the smell of porridge not far away caught his attention.
The reins were tightened, and the horse's hooves slowed down a few steps.
"Are they helping the refugees over there?"
Mu Yihan was slightly stunned, and then he showed praise, "I didn't expect that there would be someone willing to take on something that even the county magistrate in this city is unwilling to do, and is willing to help them."
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