Chapter 332: All of them are abandoned
Patriarch Ying was accompanied by several of his children and grandchildren.
The children and grandchildren were holding iron hooks in their hands, panting.
Obviously, they dug their way here through the snow.
It can be seen that the patriarch really has something urgent to do, otherwise he would not have come here with so much trouble.
"Grandpa clan leader, why are you here?" Ying Zhilin hurriedly went up to him and supported the old man.
"Grandpa clan leader, have you had breakfast? Let's eat together." Wen Yan gave Pei'er a wink.
They had rice noodles in chicken soup this morning.
Aunt Liu made the rice noodles yesterday and there are still a lot left.
Just put it in boiling water and cook it.
Pearl immediately went to prepare.
After the clan leader sat down, he rested for a while, had breakfast, and then got down to business.
“Several families’ houses in the village collapsed.
They had no place to live, so I wanted to arrange for them to live with someone else.
My house has taken in a family, and yours is the largest among the others, so I thought..."
Ying Zhilin immediately said, "This wasn't your idea, Grandpa, the clan leader."
"Now you can guess it." Clan leader Ying sighed, "I guess you have guessed who is fanning the flames."
"People from the old Ying family." Ying Zhilin had expected this. He sneered, "They won't say anything else. We are all blood relatives and should help each other.
They also want to take this opportunity to ease the relationship!"
Patriarch Ying slapped his hand on the table and said, "You really understand them. Your guess was spot on."
The old Ying family is a dog-skin plaster, so the Ying clan leader went to great lengths to come here specially.
Ying Zhilin said: "Ever since Ying Ximei was punished to do hard labor, they have been behaving themselves.
I thought they had finally behaved themselves, but now they're acting like spoiled brats again."
"What are you going to do?" asked the patriarch.
Wen Yingzhi pondered for a moment and then said, "We have a large family and not enough rooms. Our ancestral hall is quite spacious and should be able to accommodate them temporarily.
We can't contribute physically, but we can contribute financially. We'll give you thirty taels of silver, and you, the clan leader, will divide it among them to help build their houses."
"Thirty taels is not a small amount. Helping is a favor, not helping is a duty. Just a token of your appreciation will be enough."
"When I was studying, the villagers helped me a lot." Ying Zhilin said, then turned around and looked at Wen Yan with a slightly red face, "Madam, I'm afraid I need your help again this time."
Ying Zhilin's face turned slightly red, but she felt happy in her heart.
He must maintain his image as a poor scholar who has to spend his wife's money.
Wen Yan blinked. Didn't he have money? Why did he borrow from her?
But she didn't expose him: "Pei'er, go get the silver."
"Yes, Miss." Pei'er immediately took out thirty taels of silver and handed it to the patriarch.
The clan leader sat for a while and then left.
I was afraid that if we delayed any further, the snow would block the road we had just opened.
I don’t know how the Ying clan leader handled it, but after that, no one from the old Ying family came to cause trouble.
It's so peaceful that people are not used to it.
Such snow disasters are not limited to the capital.
The area two hundred miles to the north and five hundred miles to the east and west is the hardest hit area by the blizzard.
Because the government had given advance notice and the people had made preparations, a few roofs still collapsed under the weight of the snow, and some people were crushed to death in their houses.
However, compared with the previous life, the disasters and losses were greatly reduced.
The heavy snow trapped people at home. Everyone was bored and even the frequency of beating children increased.
The patriarch arranged for the villagers to sweep the snow and clear the main roads in the village to make it more convenient for everyone to visit each other.
Wen Yan rarely has a moment of free time.
Every day she watches the snow, makes snowmen, cooks delicious food, plays with mineral pigments, and paints at home. Wen Yan's life is comfortable and fulfilling.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
Wen Yan and the others were busy all day and prepared a lot of delicious food.
Chickens, ducks, fish, geese, pigs, and sheep are all prepared.
The aroma of food wafted over the yard all day long.
The reunion dinners were served one after another. After a portion was given to Chief Ying and some elders and widows, they started eating.
Wen Yan's family had many people, so they set up three tables in total.
The table was filled with delicious dishes, including fried, stewed and stir-fried.
Ying Zhilin brought two more jars of wine, and everyone ate and drank, talked and chatted, and was very happy.
After three rounds of drinks, everyone had almost finished eating.
Wen Yan raised her glass to toast everyone and said to the paint maker, "You have come here from afar, separated from your families.
Now that my business is stable, there will be a steady stream of work for you to do. If you want, you can bring your relatives over.
If you build a house, I will buy you the foundation and give you another thirty taels of silver for building the house.
By the way, if you want to get married, just tell me and I will find the best matchmaker to find the most suitable wife for you."
A dozen craftsmen were stunned when they heard her, and it took them a while to digest her words.
Several people's eyes instantly turned red.
One of them had shallow eye sockets and burst into tears instantly.
Wen Yan was frightened by their reaction.
She looked at Ying Zhilin somewhat helplessly.
Ying Zhilin held her hand and said, "Don't be afraid. It's probably not because of you."
Uncle Kang sighed and comforted her, "Miss, it's really not because of you. We, the disabled soldiers..."
After these disabled soldiers were discharged from the army and returned home, those with minor disabilities like him were fine, but the brother who cried the most had no legs below the knees. After returning to his hometown, he could not work in the fields or make a living outside.
They cannot generate income for the family, and still have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, so they will become a burden to the family.
At first, their families may treat them well out of guilt and because of the pension.
However, there will be no filial son by the bedside of a patient for a long time, let alone they are just disabled brothers and husbands.
It’s okay to just be disliked.
They may even be abandoned or killed.
Those who can come here have been abandoned by their families.
They have no home anymore.
The abandoned ones.
Now when they suddenly hear that someone has made such arrangements for them, they are moved to tears.
and.
Wen Yan is a really good new boss.
The work was easy, the food was good, and when winter came, they were provided with warm fur coats and plasters to apply to the affected areas.
According to Pei'er, those plasters were specially prepared by Miss Wen Yan by a retired imperial physician.
Now I am still worrying about their future.
If they leave here, they will never find such a good boss again.
Kang Shu coughed lightly, breaking the sad atmosphere: "What are you doing? The past is the past. People, we are all living a good life, why bother thinking about those sad things."
The others also quickly wiped away their tears and raised their glasses to toast Wen Yan.
Pei'er also joined in the lively atmosphere, and the reunion dinner ended in a happy atmosphere.
After dinner, they chatted and stayed up together.
Capital city, imperial palace.
Meng Xiyan came to attend the palace banquet, and the emperor arranged him to sit nearby.
Around Meng Xiyan were the most outstanding daughters of wealthy families in the capital.
Soon after the banquet began, these daughters of wealthy families began to perform, and they all looked at Meng Xiyan intentionally or unintentionally.
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