Chapter 510 A Dream of Youth 42
That evening, Xie Ning hugged Chen Shi and whispered that she was sorry. She admitted that she hadn't considered their feelings as parents, but she hadn't gone there just to join in the fun.
This might be a good opportunity, but it requires the help of someone else.
“Mother knows.”
"Mother, I have some clothes that I can't wear anymore. Can I give them to the children whose clothes are torn?"
"Of course, Mother will get it ready for you tomorrow." Children grow up quickly, and Xie Ning already has many clothes that she can't wear anymore, as well as Xie Qi's.
Seeing that Xie Ning was asleep, Chen returned to the east suite with mixed feelings. She then told Xie Wangzhi what Xie Ning had said that day, "Did you teach her the Analects?"
"No, but I said those words when I was teaching my son about Boyi and Shuqi. I didn't expect this child to learn them, and that she could understand and apply them. It's very rare. Bao'er may be even more intelligent than we thought."
Then Xie Ning woke up the next day to find that her coursework had become heavier, and Xie Wangzhi was clearly going into more depth when he was lecturing.
In addition to attending classes, Xie Ning's calligraphy practice also evolved from practicing individual characters to writing entire poems and essays.
Practicing calligraphy is something that cannot be stopped. Even the Chen family would copy a few lines of poetry every day, while Xie Wangzhi and Xie Qi practiced even more.
If you stop practicing calligraphy, you'll feel a bit rusty, and gradually you'll become lazy, making excuses to practice less, eventually stopping altogether, and ultimately achieving nothing.
Just as with words, so it is with things.
Sunlight filters through the gentle breeze, warm and gentle; the breeze caresses the tender sunlight.
The day for distributing porridge just happened to be a sunny day, or perhaps it was because today was a sunny day that we chose to distribute porridge.
Xie Ning, dressed simply, followed Chen and the others to the outskirts of the city. By then, there were already quite a few soup kitchens outside. Huo was amazed as she watched the servants set up the soup kitchens.
“In the past, these refugees would all enter the city, but now they are all outside the city. Moreover, this time the government has actually sent people to collect grain.”
This grain donation drive wasn't just for wealthy families like them; all the people in the city participated.
Therefore, the largest soup kitchen outside the city was set up by the county government.
Xie Wangzhi smiled upon hearing this, without mentioning that it was his suggestion to take this measure.
That day, Prince Duan came to the He residence to discuss something with Mr. He. He happened to be next door and overheard the conversation. Afterwards, he gave Mr. He some advice, which was then delivered to Prince Duan's desk.
Prince Duan assumed it was Mr. He's suggestion.
Xie Ning nodded in deep agreement. She had read history books and knew that in previous years, disaster relief would involve bringing the victims into the city and gathering them there. They would then cook porridge for the refugees, which resulted in disease outbreaks and trampling, causing many casualties.
If they encounter those who line their own pockets, some disaster victims will wait for relief for several days without being able to eat porridge and will starve to death.
This kind of disaster relief, ostensibly to help the victims, is actually a form of killing.
Xie Ning and Chen Yuncheng also had a separate spot to distribute clothes to the children, many of whom were barely clothed.
It was still quite cool at night, and without proper clothing, the child's immune system was weak, making them prone to illness. When they fell ill, there was no medical care or medicine available, and they could only wait to die.
Mo Qi was bold; she stood there with her hands on her hips and shouted loudly, "Those with children, come quick! There are free clothes being given out here. Bring your kids and line up!"
Xie Ning's ears went numb from the shock, a stark reminder of how loud Mo Qi's voice really was.
As soon as these words were spoken, the children who had received their porridge came over, either alone or with adults, to collect their clothes.
The county government would also distribute some clothing, but the quantity was limited, and many adults couldn't get any, let alone children.
Xie Ning and Chen Yuncheng were taking notes together with calligraphy brushes. Each child who came to collect clothes had a wooden tag, and once they took the clothes, they could not take them again.
Chen Yuncheng glanced at Xie Ning's handwriting and saw that it was similar to his own, like a dog's crawl, but smaller. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He came to help, but I didn't expect him to be taking notes. My uncle really doesn't miss any opportunity to squeeze them to study.
Xie Ning tried to make her handwriting look childish, as long as it was legible, she could take it back for Xie Qi to copy later.
During a break, she continued to carefully observe the condition of the disaster victims. Her heart finally settled when she saw a thin boy with bloodshot eyes, shielding his eyes from the light as he came to collect clothes.
Just as I expected.
This is just a small opening, but she needs to use it to attract the attention of adults, and then the attention of the county government.
Disaster relief, disaster relief! Since these are disaster victims, there's bound to be disease outbreaks, yet the government hasn't sent any doctors to check on them.
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