Zheng Wanqing looked at Xie Yun's worried eyes and replied, "It's just one street, it won't be a problem. Isn't there Lao Chen with us?"
Xie Yun silently held her cold hand in his palm, and the white breath he exhaled dissipated in the cold air. He quietly looked out the window at the falling snow, and whispered: "This year's winter is more difficult than previous years."
"Young Marshal, Representative Yu from the Chinese and Foreign Relief Association has arrived." The adjutant reported in a low voice at the door.
Xie Yun and Zheng Wanqing stood up to greet them. Yu Weimin was dusty and his coat was still stained with snow. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed and greeted them: "Thank you, Marshal, Editor Zheng, sorry for the wait."
"You're welcome, Mr. Yu." Xie Yun gestured for him to sit down, and the waiter served him hot tea in due time.
Zheng Wanqing pulled out a notebook from her handbag, and the tip of her pen rustled on the paper. "Representative Yu, could you first tell us about the disaster relief situation in various parts of North China?"
Yu Weimin took off his glasses and rubbed his brows tiredly: "To be honest with you, since the beginning of autumn, North China has suffered from drought. Although the charity relief association has set up porridge factories in various places, the food reserves have already run out."
Xie Yun's fingers suddenly tightened on the armrest: "Representative Yu, the number of refugees outside Tianjin has increased dramatically, and the situation in the southern suburbs is particularly critical. It's freezing cold right now. If no one lends a helping hand, these refugees may have a hard time surviving this winter."
Yu Weimin shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Even if we move all the relief grain here, I'm afraid it won't last long."
Zheng Wanqing clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white. "Deputy Yu, there are tens of thousands of refugees in the southern suburbs. Can you find a way to get some more food? Even if it's just to hold out for a few more days."
"Editor Zheng, we want to do the same thing." Yu Weimin smiled bitterly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little. "But there are only a few charities willing to donate, and foreign companies are only interested in profit. What's worse is that our warehouse in Shandong was also robbed."
Zheng Wanqing clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand: "How could this happen?"
"How many days at most?" Xie Yun asked solemnly.
"At most...enough to feed the refugees in the southern suburbs for three days."
Xie Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "Representative Yu, please transfer the existing relief grain to the southern suburbs first. We will help as long as we can. Thank you for your help."
"But the transportation problem..." Yu Weimin hesitated, "Bandits are rampant along the way. The last attack on Caohe Post was a lesson. If we lose more..."
"I will transfer a company from the Third Battalion of the City Defense Regiment and let Captain Zhao lead the team. Right now the Japanese army is sending reinforcements to Tanggu, so the main force cannot move." Xie Yun said heavily, "Deputy Yu, the matter of food relief will be handled as I just said. I will arrange the personnel."
Yu Weimin stood up and saluted: "I'll get ready right away."
After Yu Weimin left, Xie Yun stood by the window, looking at the falling snow. The telegram for help sent to the Presidential Palace the day before only got Liu Dashuai's excuse of "tight military affairs" and a pitiful allocation, but it was Ye Lao who generously donated money.
"Yumin," Zheng Wanqing walked up to him, "Father promised to provide a batch of food for the refugees in the old city, at least to temporarily solve the urgent problem. But Nanjiao... relying solely on the Chinese and Foreign Relief Association is probably a drop in the bucket."
"Thank my father-in-law for me." Xie Yun held her cold hand. "The newspaper you published has aroused many people with lofty ideals. There are also volunteers to help the Nanjiao Porridge Factory. The rest of the things... leave it to me."
Zheng Wanqing raised her eyes: "Who are you going to find?"
"General Zhang of Shanxi."
"I heard that he has always loved his people like his own children. If he is willing to lend a helping hand..." Before she finished her words, she suddenly felt a warmth between her brows.
Xie Yun's slender fingers stroked her furrowed brows, and his stern eyes softened for a rare moment: "Don't worry, just give it to me."
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