The children were overjoyed. Qin Yue Zhao took pictures of the scene with her tablet, as well as the long line of people exchanging porcelain at the courtyard gate, and sent them to Chu Xiao.
"Gods, the stainless steel bowls, chopsticks, and snacks you sent are very popular with the people and children."
After Chu Xiao finished delivering the supplies, the roar of vehicles sounded again outside the farm.
The convoy delivering waterproof tarpaulins has arrived.
He quickly asked Mu Zhicheng to check the goods and then settle the final payment with the boss.
Just as Chu Xiao was about to tell Qin Yue Zhao the good news, he saw a letter and a tablet fall out of the copper basin.
The tablet's homepage features several children wearing floral cotton-padded jackets.
The children had pigtails, and although they were still wearing worn-out cotton shoes, their faces were clean, and their clothes were not as dirty as before. They looked very happy.
On the lawn not far from them were several bundles of dry firewood, as if they had just been picked up.
If a child that age lived in modern times, they would probably still be nestled in their parents' arms, acting cute and spoiled.
But children this age have to experience war and the tragic deaths of their parents.
Chu Xiao sighed and replied to Qin Yue Zhao, "I'm glad the children like it. If there's anything you need, just let me know."
"Also, the tarpaulin has arrived. Prepare a venue to receive it."
After the message was sent, Qin Yue Zhao saw countless bolts of cloth falling from the sky.
It was thick camouflage waterproof fabric and solid-colored tarpaulin.
Five tons of cloth weighed ten thousand kilograms, and it was all different colors, which made Chen Wan'er extremely excited.
“Your Highness, these cloths have come at just the right time. The refugees have nowhere to sleep and can only huddle in the sand, building walls with stones to keep warm.”
"This batch of waterproof tarpaulin can be used to make tents and clothing, so that the refugees can live as well as the people of Liangcheng."
Qin Yue Zhao nodded.
“You’re absolutely right. Find someone to build a large tent on this lawn using waterproof tarpaulin. It will be used specifically to store supplies. The rest of the fabric can be sent to the city gate.”
"Let General Huo ask if there are any artisans among the refugees. We can start the work-for-relief program now."
Chen Wan'er smiled and cupped her hands in greeting.
"Yes, Your subordinate will go right now!"
She was Qin Yue Zhao's most capable assistant, following His Highness in his campaigns, but she knew that the Huo family and His Highness were distrusted by His Majesty, and that the Huo family army received the worst treatment of all the troops.
Many soldiers who came to join the army couldn't even get a decent set of clothes. It was General Huo and Qin Yue Zhao who used their personal wealth to reward the soldiers.
Even after the soldiers die, their families are treated well.
Later, a severe drought struck the land, and most of the soldiers were killed or wounded. Qin Yue Zhao even fell ill several times due to the stress.
Now that everyone has enough to eat and wear, and a warm place to live, Chen Wan'er regards Chu Xiao, this god, as her second parents.
If later on, the deity doesn't want money but wants something else, she is willing to give everything for His Highness.
With a determined look in her eyes, she rode her horse out of the city, first ordering dozens of soldiers to carry cloth, and then ordering dozens more to transport steel bars and cement outside the city.
The refugees were still basking in the joy of receiving their bowls when they turned around and saw dozens of horse-drawn carriages coming out of the city.
The lead carriages were loaded with fine steel that they had never seen before.
The carriages behind were loaded with colorful fabrics.
Each piece of cloth was glossy and shiny, shimmering in the sunlight.
"My goodness, the weavers of Liangcheng are truly amazing! They can weave such fine cloth without even a single gap!"
"It doesn't seem to be woven by people from Liangcheng. Look at the material. I've been a weaver all my life and have seen countless kinds of thread, but I've never seen any thread that can be woven like this."
"Could it be...could it be a deity? These cloths must have been a gift from the gods to Princess Daqian. The princess generously bestowed them upon us!"
"..."
Some people realized what was happening and began to kowtow and worship the cart.
Hearing the refugees' expressions of gratitude, Chen Wan'er smiled with relief.
Standing on the shuttle bus, holding a stainless steel pot, I tapped it with a spoon:
"People of Great Wei and Great Liang, the gods have sent down waterproof cloth to build refugee camps for you."
“Anyone among you who can build houses, make clothes, or is strong, come and sign up with me.”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
