Chapter 75 If you have the strength, it is good to spare some effort
"Sister-in-law, Ajian, I have an idea. We have ten bags of rice and three bags of flour at home. As long as spring comes and everything revives, everything will be fine. So I think we should keep one bag for ourselves and give the remaining ten bags to Lord Lu to help him out of his urgent need. What do you think?" Shen Heng asked.
A bag of rice, a few bags of flour, and some stored beans will be enough to last until June or July.
Mrs. Xia didn't expect her sister-in-law to say this. Looking at her son who was eating happily, she realized that after these days of rest, her son had finally become plump again and smiled more often. Thinking of what happened to her son, she always felt a sense of alienation from people other than her family.
Xie Jian said very coldly: "These are all bought with your own dowry, it's up to you to decide."
Everyone still had to work together, so Chen Heng naturally hoped to gain their support. "Although it's just a drop in the bucket, the young master is right. If we continue like this, there will be starvation everywhere and the people will be destitute. If you have the ability, it would be nice if you could contribute a little."
"Is it really that scary outside?" Xia asked worriedly. She seldom went out these days, but the crying and cursing kept coming into her ears from time to time.
Chen Heng nodded: "The rice in the granary is almost gone. The affected area is too large. The court can't take care of us, the Southern Ming, for the time being."
"Well, then you can do whatever you want." Xia glanced at her brother-in-law and said.
Chen Heng knew what Xie Jian and Xia were thinking, and she understood them. Over the years, they had suffered a lot because of the evil done by others. Given her sister-in-law's personality, if she hadn't caused so many troubles, she would have helped them to the best of her ability.
But the hatred accumulated over the years made it impossible to take such an easy step.
Thinking of what Xie Jian had done in the past.
Chen Heng felt that no matter what time it was, people should not become evil because of the evil of others.
There are too many people in this world who have lost their own kindness because of the evil of others. This is terrible.
Some even think that this evil is not just directed at the perpetrators, but that you, me, and him will be affected in the end.
Just as the kitchen fell into silence, intermittent knocks on the door came from the courtyard.
"Don't open the door." Seeing his sister-in-law stand up and try to open the door, Xie Jian said, "There are more and more beggars in the city these days. Once the door is opened, it will be difficult to stop them."
So that’s it. Xia nodded.
Seeing that Chen Heng didn't say anything, Xie Jian said indifferently: "At this time, I don't see you being kind."
Chen Heng was very unhappy with Xie Jian's words about her. Her kindness did not mean she was stupid: "People's hearts are prone to evil thoughts, so I thought of giving the remaining food to Lord Lu to deal with." Otherwise, she would have distributed porridge herself.
After a while, the knocking stopped.
After a while, a faint voice came from outside: "Someone come and have pity on me and give me something to eat. I don't want to die. Is there anyone here? Give me something to eat."
"Uncle, is someone going to die?" Little Xie Min asked softly.
Seeing the fear flashing in his nephew's eyes, Xie Jian did not hide it from him: "A lot of people died in this snow disaster. Min'er, don't worry, we will be fine."
Little Xie Min thought of the fear of almost drowning last time, and the terror of being suddenly tied up and poured with water. He tried desperately to get closer to his mother, and finally just hugged Xia.
The cry for help came intermittently and disappeared after a while.
As soon as he disappeared, Shen Heng breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that if she heard him again, she would impulsively open the door.
After dinner, Xie Jian and Shen Heng swept the remaining snow in the yard and back garden, and only went out after they had cleared all the remaining snow.
As the door opened, a curled up figure fell in.
It was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, who had been unconscious. When Shen Heng saw her appearance clearly, she was stunned. It was her, the little girl whose father was buried underground, begging the yamen runners to come forward and save her.
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