Su Qingyu was also shocked when she heard that two thousand people had died. She said in a deep voice, "Change my clothes. I want to leave the city."
In her previous life, when the Lin family distributed porridge, over a thousand people died, severely damaging the family's vitality. This time... she had taken precautions in advance, but she was still panicked, fearing that something might be missed.
Manou skillfully put on makeup for Su Qingyu, combed her hair, and changed her clothes. After she was dressed, the carriage was also ready.
Su Qingyu took the jade and agate and took a carriage from the west gate directly to the place where refugees gathered outside the city.
Today, the entire West City Gate has been put under martial law, and no one is allowed to leave the capital. Su Qingyu was able to leave because she was the head of the Su's Grain Store.
When I got off the carriage, I saw soldiers everywhere, with a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.
Su Qingyu found the Su family's porridge-giving tent and found Lin Wuchen in the tent behind it.
When she went in, Lin Wuchen was talking to two managers.
Seeing her coming, Lin Wuchen sent her away, rubbing his swollen brow and said, "It's a good thing you reminded me that day, otherwise this would have been really troublesome."
Lin Wuchen was only feeling scared at this moment. If Su Qingyu hadn't reminded him, he would never have thought of taking precautions in this regard.
Over the years, whenever there was a major disaster, the Lin family would provide free porridge and food, and they had never encountered a fatality. After all, no one would deliberately harm the lives of disaster victims.
But once politics got involved, it was hard to predict. The capital city was the political center of the entire Great Zhou. After only a few days, this silent war had already exhausted Lin Wuchen both physically and mentally.
Su Qingyu poured him a glass of water, handed it to him and asked, "What's the situation now?"
Lin Wuchen was thirsty from the early morning work. He picked up the water cup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he said, "The emperor sent the Ministry of Justice to conduct a thorough investigation. Shen Zhixiu is now with Minister Wang of the Ministry of Justice."
"This matter is now very serious. The lives of two thousand refugees, three grain merchants, and eight dukes and earls are all involved."
"Once it's proven that it was our negligence, Shen Zhixiu will be the first person to be held accountable."
Su Qingyu's face was solemn. She had also thought of this. Such a big thing could not be solved by just a few grain merchants spending money.
Or... is this matter aimed at Shen Zhixiu?
A servant came in and reported, "Third Young Master, the people who distributed the porridge earlier have gone to cooperate with the interrogation, and now there are not enough people working in the front."
Su Qingyu turned and walked out after hearing this. "I'll take the jade and agate with me. Otherwise, I'll be anxious waiting for the results of the investigation."
Lin Wuchen hurriedly said to the boy, "Protect my cousin and don't let her get bumped into."
He couldn't take care of Su Qingyu. He had to go to the Fang family and the business owners to discuss countermeasures. If the responsibility fell on each family in the end, they had to think of a way out.
Su Qingyu arrived at the porridge stand ahead, where a long line of victims had already formed. Even after two thousand people had just died from poisoning, the line for porridge was still long. As the victims jokingly said, they would rather be poisoned than starve to death. It was cruel, but also very realistic.
Of course, some people waited and watched, wanting to see if there was any danger before deciding whether to go and get the porridge.
The rice used to cook porridge today was checked by several doctors to ensure that it was safe.
Su Qingyu brought two maids to scoop porridge. After distributing it to four or five people, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
These people were wearing tattered cotton-padded clothes, their hands and faces cracked by the cold wind. Some children and the elderly had red faces, obviously suffering from high fevers.
Jade choked up and said, "Miss, these people are so pitiful."
The people who were queuing up for porridge suddenly discovered that the porridge made by these three girls was particularly full, so there were the most people queuing on their side.
An hour later, all the morning porridge was served, and Su Qingyu lowered her head to pack up the spatula.
"How can we do all this in person? There aren't enough people?"
Shen Zhixiu stood in front of her at some point, blocking the already scarce sunlight.
Su Qingyu raised her head and looked at him, but her eyes fell on the person behind him.
She froze there, the spoon in her hand clattering into the porridge bucket. The excruciating pain of her past life's death surged through her body once again. The last thing she saw was Mr. Zhou's face.
If Cheng Ruijin and Shen Zhao were the executioners who killed her, then Mr. Zhou was the knife.
Now the knife appeared in front of her again. Su Qingyu clenched her fists tightly, and she didn't even realize that her nails were digging into her palms.
Shen Zhixiu noticed Su Qingyu's abnormality and stepped forward to ask softly, "What's wrong?"
The gentle voice pulled Su Qingyu back from her messy memories. She quickly lowered her eyes and whispered, "Maybe I'm tired and a little dizzy."
Shen Zhixiu frowned and instructed Wen Zhu beside him, "Go and ask each household. If there are not enough people, ask the stationed officers and soldiers to help serve porridge at noon."
After saying that, he turned around and said to the middle-aged man behind him, "Mr. Zhou, please help her feel her pulse."
Su Qingyu was a little surprised. She could tell that Shen Zhixiu was very polite to this person. But then she thought, someone who could directly change someone's face must have some skills.
"Who is this?" Su Qingyu asked with pretended curiosity.
Shen Zhixiu introduced: "This is Mr. Zhou, he has superb medical skills. Let him take a look at you."
Su Qingyu was a little reluctant and said softly, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired from distributing porridge this morning. I won't bother Mr. Zhou anymore."
Shen Zhixiu said, "Is it a joke to be unwell? Come in quickly. I have something to tell Wuchen."
There is no doubt about it.
Wen Zhu, who was standing aside, was slightly stunned before stepping forward and saying, "Third Master, Minister Wang is still waiting..."
Shen Zhixiu glanced over and Wen Zhu tactfully shut her mouth and said no more.
Several people entered the tent at the back one after another. Lin Wuchen stood up to greet them and was about to speak.
Then Shen Zhixiu said, "We'll talk about it later. Let Mr. Zhou feel her pulse first."
Lin Wuchen looked at Su Qingyu nervously, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Qingyu smiled and said, "I'm really fine, no need to trouble Mr. Zhou."
Lin Wuchen pushed Su Qingyu directly onto the chair and said to Mr. Zhou, "Thank you for your help."
Mr. Zhou twirled his beard twice and sat down across from Su Qingyu. He reached up and, after a moment's hesitation, said, "Miss Su, were you frightened today? Your heart is running low on blood and your mind is hazy. I'll prescribe a prescription. Take it for three days and you'll be all right."
Shen Zhixiu frowned and asked, "Why are you frightened? What happened on the way here?"
Su Qingyu could only try her best to hide the emotions in her eyes and replied softly: "No, I had a nightmare this morning."
The prescription was handed to Feicui, but Su Qingyu had no intention of drinking it. If this Mr. Zhou was Shen Zhixiu's man, then why did he help Shen Zhao do such a cruel thing in his previous life? Before she could find out his background, she would always be on guard against him.
Seeing that Su Qingyu was fine, Shen Zhixiu, Lin Wuchen and others sat down on the chairs.
"How's the investigation going? What did Minister Wang say?" Lin Wuchen asked.
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