Chapter 213 Anyway, Xiao Jiwu is his
There was a reason why Yun Qingshi chose these people to distribute porridge.
One reason is that although this gambling house belongs to Xiao Jiwu, he does not manage it personally on weekdays, and no one knows who the owner behind this gambling house is. He had already asked Zhao Mingde yesterday. The emperor does not allow princes and nobles to run businesses privately.
Therefore, it would be more secretive if these people were to do things, and he couldn't implicate Xiao Jiwu, so it would be better for him not to show up.
The second reason was that the people in the gambling house were all tall and strong, and just standing there was intimidating, so the victims would stay calm and not cause trouble.
Hungry people can do anything, so if we want to maintain a certain order, these people have to step forward.
The main problem is that it is difficult for him to find such a group of people.
Anyway, Xiao Jiwu is his, and they are now officially together, so there is no need to go far away.
With his thoughts flowing to this point, Yun Qingshi pointed at the banknotes on the table and said to the gambling house owner, "Here are two hundred taels of silver. I want you to exchange these two hundred taels for millet, and then take the gambling house's thugs to set up a porridge stall outside the city to distribute porridge."
Hearing this, Ying Twelve thought to himself, "As expected." In fact, he had a vague guess after learning that Yun Qingshi came here not to seek justice.
After thinking about it, Ying Twelve quickly took out two hundred taels of silver from his purse and put them on the table.
Seeing this, Yun Qingshi was shocked and hurriedly put away Ying Twelve's banknotes.
Ying Twelve only earned one hundred taels a month. Although this was considered a very high salary in ancient times, it was money earned through risking his life, and he was reluctant to spend it.
Besides, he had saved quite a bit of money, and these two hundred was just a small amount. It was enough for him for the time being.
Ying Twelve understood Yun Qingshi's meaning at a glance. Looking at the silver bills that were taken away, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but it was obviously not appropriate to say this in front of so many people, so he had to hold it in for the time being.
The owner of the gambling house couldn't help but look hesitant. He obviously didn't expect that Yun Qingshi asked him to do this.
He quickly spoke with embarrassment and hesitation: "If we go, will the disaster victims dare to come?"
They've always been in the business of forcing people to death without paying for their lives. They've never done any good deeds, nor have they any interest in doing any...
Yun Qingshi knew the man was trying to shirk responsibility the moment he heard it, so he immediately said with a sullen face, "I'm almost starving to death, what else can I be afraid of?"
He continued coldly, "I'm ordering you to do this, not discussing it with you here. I haven't told my family about what happened yesterday. Do you want me to go back and tell your master today? Let's see what he says!"
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The manager was timid when he heard this and waved his hands hastily, "No, no, no, I'll go, can't I go? I'll go right away. I won't open the gambling house anymore. I'll go take care of your business first."
As he said this, the manager took the banknotes on the table with a distressed look on his face and planned to send someone to buy rice first.
Seeing this, Yun Qingshi stopped the man in time: "Wait, I haven't explained everything yet, why are you so anxious?"
The person in charge was obviously afraid of the master above him. Upon hearing the voice, he immediately returned to Yun Qingshi and said, "You go ahead, you go ahead."
Yun Qingshi tapped the table with his fingertips, thinking as he spoke again: "Remember, when we give out porridge later, each person can only take two bowls at most. No more. You have to watch people line up several times. Save money so that it can last longer, understand? But the porridge shouldn't be too watery, otherwise it won't satisfy your hunger."
The person in charge nodded obediently: "I know, I know."
Yun Qingshi continued, "Also, buy the worst quality rice, just enough to fill your stomach."
As he spoke, Yun Qingshi seemed to have thought of something and turned to ask Ying Twelve in a low voice, "Twelve, do you know what the food that is worse than the worst rice is called?"
Ying Twelve was quite clear about this and gave an immediate answer: "Bran is usually fed to poultry, but people can also eat it if they are extremely hungry."
Yun Qingshi nodded after hearing this: "Yes, it is bran. When you make porridge, add some bran to the rice. This way it can last longer and prevent people from coming here to eat and drink for free."
This is for the disaster victims, not a buffet for some lazy people who like to eat and do nothing, so we have to be on guard.
"If there are disaster victims causing trouble or bullying others, you don't have to be polite. Just beat them out. Don't cause chaos."
"Also, give some money to the soldiers guarding the city gate."
It will be easier to get things done if you take some precautions.
The person in charge continued to nod: "I know, I know."
Yun Qingshi: ...
Yun Qingshi: "You'd better not give me a perfunctory answer. I will send someone to keep an eye on you. Besides, this is a good deed. If word gets out, others will look up to you."
How could they, who everyone avoided, be looked up to? The leader was a little skeptical, but nodded again: "I've remembered everything. I'll get ready to go outside the city gate."
Yun Qingshi nodded: "Yeah."
But he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he waited for the person in charge to order people to buy millet and bran, move the pot, prepare firewood, and load dishes into the cart. Then he watched these people go towards the city gate with his own eyes, and then he took Ying Twelve back to the carriage.
He saw that the manager had brought all the thugs he could, more than a dozen people, which was enough.
In the carriage, Ying Twelve finally found an opportunity and immediately raised his question: "Eleven, why don't you let them use my banknotes? I just want to do my best to help."
Yun Qingshi was just about to say this. He solemnly placed the banknote back into Ying Twelve's palm before speaking, "Twelve, I know your feelings, but you should keep this money for marrying a wife. Marrying a wife will cost a lot of money, and you need to buy real estate and land, as well as prepare betrothal gifts. You can't let the girl down."
Shadow Twelve: ???
He has no plans to get married.
Ying Twelve instinctively wanted to argue, but before he could say anything, Yun Qingshi stopped him.
Yun Qingshi: "I know, I know. You say you don't want to get married now, but what if you want to get married someday? It's better to be prepared than not. You still have to save money."
Shadow Twelve: ...
Ying Twelve was too lazy to argue anymore. After thinking for a while, he put away one of the 100 taels and stuffed the other one back into Yun Qingshi's hand: "Then I'll use this 100 taels. Eleven, I also want to do something good, so don't return it to me."
Since Ying Twelve said so, Yun Qingshi didn't refuse anymore. He nodded and carefully put away the one hundred taels from Ying Twelve, preparing to use it to buy rice next time.
Seeing this, Ying Twelve breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "So what should we do next?"
Yun Qingshi replied: "Now we just have to wait. We will go and take a look in an hour. If everything is fine, we will go back home."
The main reason was that he needed to rest. He slept too late last night, got up too early this morning, and exercised too much. He was really tired...
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