Chapter 279 The Master is in Charge of the Interior, and You are in Charge of the Exterior
That night, Gu Nan walked into other people's dreams several times.
Early the next morning, she went down the mountain with more than ten monks from Fayuan Temple.
De Zhao took the initiative to follow her, with his hands in his sleeves. He had no idea how hard the work he would face was, and he was just happy to be able to go down the mountain and get some fresh air.
"Master Gu Nan, have you and Master Chunyi agreed that he will take care of the interior and you will take care of the exterior?"
The road down the mountain was difficult to walk on, so Gu Nan slowed down his pace to accommodate them. "What do you mean?"
"Master, let us reclaim the wasteland in the back mountain, and you build a shelter at the foot of the mountain. We will work together to fight the snowstorm."
Gu Nan didn't pay attention to his choice of words. He glanced at him and asked, "Why are you wearing this hat? Aren't you cold?"
He was wearing the green hat that Gu Nanchun had woven for them. It had not been tanned, and the interwoven vines were no longer as soft and tight as before. It leaked air everywhere and did not keep them warm at all.
Dezhao touched his hat and smiled innocently, "It's okay, I'm not cold. This is the only hat I have."
Normally they are not allowed to wear hats in the temple. Yesterday, when they were clearing land, there were not enough hats, so many brothers and sisters were working in the snow with bare heads. They were envious of his hat.
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Nan noticed that many of the monks accompanying him cast envious glances at Dezhao's head.
Gu Nan laughed and said, "I'll buy you a better one when we get to the city."
Dezhao was pleasantly surprised, but he still restrained himself and declined, "How can I let the donor spend money? This is unreasonable."
Gu Nan lied, "You are not allowed to work without a hard hat."
De Zhao didn't care whether the helmet was safe or not, and immediately agreed happily.
He walked closer to Gu Nan and chatted with her about trivial matters in the temple.
Gu Nan listened attentively, occasionally responding, and slowly other monks joined in, and the team was filled with talking and laughing.
Until they started working, they gradually stopped laughing.
Why is the ground so hard!
Why is this wood so heavy!
The wind outside the city is so strong that my hands are about to freeze off!
Especially since there was Gu Nan working next to them, they didn't dare to cheat at all.
At the end of the day, everyone's face was pale and their hands were shaking when they held the bowls.
Gu Nan arranged for them to stay temporarily in Jiang Wanying's yard, and the snoring of more than a dozen monks filled the sky.
Five days passed.
The shelter began to take shape.
And the snowstorm is inevitable.
Heavy snow collapsed many dilapidated houses, and every day we could see new faces, families relocating or spending the night in temples. Land and water transportation were completely paralyzed, food prices in the city soared, supply far exceeded demand, violence broke out frequently, and everyone felt insecure.
In this era where a cold can be fatal, ordinary people have no ability to resist risks.
Warm clothes are precious, medicines are hard to come by, and the poor transportation means that most people die where they are born.
This not-so-sudden snowstorm turned Kyoto into a cage.
After another street robbery, the stripped bodies lay stiffly on the roadside with no one to collect them. The bloody snow was trampled into blood by the messy footsteps. Everyone who passed by was terrified and hurried.
Gu Nan waited for a long time, but no officers or soldiers arrived.
These days, Gu Nan would go to the yamen every night and had dozens of dreams, but there was no movement until now.
It is obvious that the officials in Kyoto do not care about the lives of the people.
Her ideal of cooperation between the government and the people fell through.
Gu Nan stood by the window, looking down at the corpse whose eyes were still open, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Tonight I'm going to rob the government's granary."
Jiang Wanying's beautiful eyes curved slightly, "Okay."
Gu Nan went downstairs, bent down and dragged the body away.
Passersby looked at her in surprise and vigilance, and followed her where she went without making a sound.
In this era, cannibalism is common during disasters. The corpses of newly dead people can be eaten like pork after some processing.
But it was really indescribable how weird it was that the little girl was dragging such a big corpse through the streets.
Gu Nan dragged the corpse out of the city, leaving a winding trail of blood behind him.
Wherever he passed, there was no sound of people.
It was not until she set the corpse on fire that the prying eyes withdrew one by one.
The snowstorm has made the city seem strange, but it is not time to expose the illusion yet.
That night, Gu Nan and Jiang Wanying visited the yamen, but found that except for a few yamen runners on night watch, the place was empty.
Jiang Wanying grabbed a dozing yamen runner and slapped him awake. "Where is the granary?"
When the yamen runner saw Gu Nan and Jiang Wanying floating in the air, he was so frightened that his soul left his body. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Jiang Wanying grabbed another one, this one with a better mental state, and said incoherently, "The master ran away with his men this morning! We don't know about the granary; he didn't tell us. The government warehouse was also emptied long ago, emptied yesterday!"
Jiang Wanying spat, "You bastard!", threw the man aside and walked straight through the wall.
The two men split into two groups and turned the government office upside down.
All the valuables were there, but there were no small items, no food, not even a mouse. It seemed as if this government office had been an empty shell from the beginning to the end.
"In this weather, they must not have gotten far. How about I go and catch them?" Jiang Wanying suggested.
"Forget it, there's no food left even if we recover it."
In such a big city, when a snowstorm hit, the officials just ran away without even putting in any effort. It's obvious that there is no food reserve at all.
Jiang Wanying: "So what are you going to do?"
"Let's keep this a secret for now." Gu Nan said, "There's no rush to distribute the porridge. We can wait a few more days."
It has only been eight days since the heavy snow began. Although people are in a panic, it is not the end of their rope yet.
As long as order is maintained, we can wait a little longer.
Besides, there are so many rich people in Kyoto, she can't be the only one who stands out.
"We have a long time tonight, let's search all the granaries in the city first."
Jiang Wanying laughed, a look of mischievous amusement on her face, "I like this job."
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