After finishing her meal, Anle left on her own. At the dinner table, He Yusheng pursed his lips, glanced up at Anle's departing figure, lowered his eyes, and ate thoughtfully.
Anle plans to go to Hongcheng with Yurong tomorrow, because the auction house's auction will be held the day after tomorrow morning.
She plans to visit the surrounding markets tomorrow, stay there overnight, and then go directly to the auction house with Yu Rong the day after tomorrow.
So after finishing his meal, Anle wasn't in a hurry to pack anything. Instead, he went out for a stroll and checked on Jincheng's current situation.
Actually, compared to the villages, the losses in the town were not that great. Although many houses were also damaged by lightning, it was not to the point where people were left homeless due to the collapse of their houses by the flood and rocks.
However, life became difficult for the villagers. Not only were their houses destroyed, but all the grain stored inside was also lost.
Forget about finding a place to stay, even food and drink are a problem.
Although the Kingdom of Islaile is currently providing relief, this is not a long-term solution; it is only a temporary measure.
The Kingdom of Islaile cannot keep pouring money into it for free.
Therefore, for the long term, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.
She needs to give these villagers a way to make a living.
Otherwise, if we keep holding on like this until next year when there are fields to cultivate, fields to harvest, and grain to eat, who knows how much money we'll have to throw into it.
It's not worth it at all.
Instead of using this money to feed them for free, it would be better to use it to build them a self-sufficient and sustainable way of life.
Moreover, she can also benefit from it.
Once the city becomes prosperous and its people are well-off, she will naturally have her own treasury, and it will be a continuous source of wealth.
This is what investment is all about!
Anle's eyes sparkled with tiny golden stars.
Wandering the streets, lost in his dreams of getting rich, he unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure in tattered clothes.
It was Song Minghui, holding Li Dapang's hand, talking to a neatly dressed woman in front of a shop. Then the woman pushed and shoved Song Minghui out the door.
Song Minghui, with a humble, pleading expression, kept bowing to the woman.
Anle got closer and finally heard what the two were saying.
"Boss lady, please, for the sake of our past friendship, please let me stay in your shop."
I can do anything, chop wood, fetch water, I'm not afraid of any dirty or hard work, please give my son and me a place to stay.
"You can give me whatever you think is fair; as long as my child and I have enough to eat, that's enough."
"No, Minghui, just because your husband died doesn't mean you can come here to beg for money, right? My family isn't doing well either."
Heaven is blind; disaster strikes. Who doesn't have their share of troubles and hardships?
I'm struggling to even feed myself, how am I supposed to support you and your child?
Putting everything else aside, just look at our town. It's full of refugees. They have trouble finding food, drink, and shelter. Who would have the spare money to come to my shop to buy these jewelry pieces?
I have a hard time even getting enough to eat and drink here.
It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I have no other choice.
"Why don't you look at other places? I really can't help you." After saying that, the proprietress swung her handkerchief and swayed her hips as she went into the house.
Anle's gaze lingered on Li Dapang for a moment.
If it weren't for Li Dapang's mother holding his hand, she wouldn't have recognized that this skinny boy was the same Li Dapang who used to be burly and chubby.
It seems they've suffered a lot during this disaster.
Anle simply sighed, took a detour through the alley to avoid the mother and son, and left.
She was neither a saint nor a bodhisattva, and she did not have the compassion to specifically help and relieve the mother and child.
She has always been a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.
She still remembers how Song Minghui led so many refugees to smash up her shop, robbed her house, and caused a huge disturbance.
It's good enough that they didn't kick her when she was down at this time.
She felt that her indifferent attitude was already very kind and gentle.
Whether they survive or not depends entirely on fate.
As Anle strolled along, he ended up at Jiuli Street and entered the chess club and teahouse.
This was originally a chess hall for An Dalin, but now it's occupied by his great-grandfather's family. His third great-grandfather also often comes over to stay with his great-grandfather and his family for a while.
She knew that since the house had already been given to her great-grandfather's family, and her grandfather had no intention of taking it back.
The great-grandfather's family treated her family well, and they helped her a lot when the family divided their property.
She remembers all the kindness that everyone has shown her family.
So she was happy to help her great-grandfather's family in return.
Originally, this chess club teahouse was a shop. Once you opened the door, you were in a room. The interior had been slightly modified, with wooden partitions installed, and the whole family lived in this shop.
"Oh, Lewa, you're here? Come and have some. This rice porridge is fresh out of the pot and still warm. It's from a jar of rice your dad brought over earlier."
When Liu Xiaoqiao saw the small figure push open the door, her eyes lit up, and she warmly invited Anle to sit down and eat.
Anle saw the whole family gathered around the table eating and waved with a smile.
"No, Auntie, I just ate at home and came here by chance, so I came to check on you."
"Aunt, if you need anything, just let me know, and I'll have Father send it over."
An Dalin took a sip of wine, and his face became flushed.
"What do you need? I don't need anything. If I need anything, I'll just go and get it myself."
"Grandpa, why are you drinking?" She knew her grandfather's drinking habit; he would usually only have a sip or two when he was happy.
An Dafeng also drank a couple of sips, his eyes becoming a little dazed.
"Isn't this because your grandfather is happy? We two old men just had a couple of drinks and are celebrating here. Now that the epidemic in Jincheng is over, and with a high-ranking official backing us up, there is hope for Jincheng."
Anle came closer with a grin.
"That's right. Our Jincheng will get better and better in the future. After surviving a great disaster, good fortune is sure to follow. You two just wait and see, Grandpa and Grandpa."
An Dafeng has a problem: when he drinks too much, he talks a lot and blurts out anything, even talking nonsense to a child without any restraint.
"Although Jincheng has encountered some great good things, our family also has some troublesome things."
Your third grandfather came over today and talked about your aunt.
I'm thinking of having all of our families go and take a look, and talk to your aunt's husband's family about it."
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