The plump aunt naturally didn't want these words from today to reach Liang Shuyan's ears, so she said, "Actually, it's nothing. Why would your mother take it to heart? As long as you don't mind, it's fine."
What Aunt Pang was most worried about was that if Liang Shuyan found out about this, not only would she have a bad opinion of her daughter-in-law, but she would also have reservations about herself as the mother-in-law.
In the crowd stood a woman dressed in purple, holding a child in her arms, not far away.
This person was none other than Yinxia. In fact, Yinxia still couldn't let go of Sanwang. Now that she was here, those who knew her knew what was going on.
Ever since Liang Shuyan's family opened teahouses and restaurants, she has regretted it. She regrets that she listened to her mother so much back then. Otherwise, she would be Sanwang's wife now.
Although Pangdan treated Yinxia quite well, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret when she thought about the situation between the two families.
Yinxia could only watch helplessly as Sanwang and his mother prepared things for the wedding, her heart filled with resentment.
Only she knows the truth about her life now. Fatty's family situation is even worse. Since Jiang passed away, Fatty has become a different person. He doesn't care about what she's thinking at all. Although he will buy some clothes and food, he still worries about Liang Shuyan's family situation.
Liang Shuyan brought Sanwang to the town. For some reason, there were always some strange people crowding into Qingfeng Town. There weren't many beggars in this place, so why were there so many beggars?
Liang Shuyan frowned, glanced at the ragged people walking towards them, and then said, "Sanwang, go over there and see where these people are from. It doesn't seem like they're all from Qingfeng Town. Why are there so many beggars all of a sudden? Has some disaster happened?"
Sanwang nodded, then jumped off the carriage and walked towards the city gate. At this moment, a group of beggars came over, along with several women, each holding two children. It seemed they had suffered some kind of disaster.
"Please, please give us some food. My child hasn't eaten for days. Please, sir."
Feeling sympathy, Jin Sanwang stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, where are you from? Has there been some kind of famine in your area?"
“We come from Tongshan Village. The people there originally had no food, but because of the heavy taxes and levies, they donated all their grain to the government. The little grain they had left was then robbed by bandits. The bandits not only stole our grain, but also burned down our houses.”
Seeing how pitiful this family was, Sanwang couldn't help but think of the scene when his mother took them to beg for food when he was a child. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He glanced at the woman, took out a dozen or so copper coins from his pocket, and prepared to hand them to her.
Liang Shuyan couldn't find Sanwang in the crowd, so she turned around and went to Sanwang's side to find out what was going on.
Sanwang was a kind-hearted child. Especially when he saw these two pitiful children and thought about how he had begged when he was a child, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy. However, Liang Shuyan saw him giving these people copper coins.
“Sanwang, you’re really confused. Look at all these refugees behind us. If you give them money, they’ll swarm us. What are we going to do?”
At first, Sanwang didn't quite understand why his mother was doing this. Now, he understood. Looking at the city gate, there was a dark mass of refugees. If they found out that he had given them the money, they would rush at them, and wouldn't he and his mother be in danger?
Sanwang drove his horse-drawn carriage away quickly, and the wealthy people on the street were surrounded by the disaster victims.
These refugees, seeing a glimmer of hope, all crowded around, hoping for the wealthy man's help. However, the man seemed to have nothing on him. In an instant, his clothes and jade pendant were stripped off by these people. Even when he fell to the ground, the refugees acted as if they hadn't seen it, desperately rushing forward to grab his belongings.
Jin Sanwang finally realized how terrible this situation was. If he had given the woman a copper coin earlier, would he now be trampled underfoot like this kind person? Should these refugees be pitied or not?
He looked at Liang Shuyan gratefully: "Mother, thank goodness you reminded us, otherwise, we, we?"
Liang Shuyan glanced around and found the streets in complete chaos. Even when government officials came out to suppress the unrest, it had no noticeable effect.
“These people are not people we ordinary people can sympathize with. They don’t even care about the government.”
There were no more vendors in the market, and even the shops on both sides of the street had closed down instantly.
Liang Shuyan had originally planned to buy some clothes for Ruyan, and some clothes and jewelry for Grandma Liu, but now it seemed that she had made a wasted trip.
The magistrate ordered the city gates to be closed, and now that the gates are closed, a large number of the disaster victims are still being held outside the city.
Several yamen runners gathered the disaster victims who had entered the city into an open space and cooked porridge and pancakes for them. However, Qingfeng Town was not a wealthy town to begin with, and now that so many people had to stay, it was a real headache.
Therefore, the county magistrate counted the number of people affected by the disaster and distributed the specific numbers to various villages. The remaining 25 disaster victims were assigned to Daling Village. The reason was that Daling Village was in a slightly better situation. Not only did it have food to eat, but it also had the Jin family teahouse and restaurant. Furthermore, Liang Shuyan was a lady personally appointed by the emperor, so it was only right to take care of a few disaster victims.
When Li Zheng saw Liang Shuyan's carriage stop at the village entrance, he went up to her and asked, "Aunt Dashan, you're finally back. Our village has also been assigned a number of disaster victims, which we can't refuse. So, I've come to ask you for a solution."
In the town, Liang Shuyan had also seen such disaster victims. They were only thinking about surviving. Who knew who these people were? What if they were robbers? If they were brought into the village, they would definitely cause some losses to the villagers of Daling Village.
Liang Shuyan stepped down from the carriage and looked at Li Zheng: "What's wrong? You've already brought the disaster victims to our village?"
"No, I need to discuss this with you before I dare to bring it back. Otherwise, what if it's a bandit and they bring it to the village? Wouldn't that harm our fellow villagers?"
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