This group of disabled people were very worried that Wang Yi would not dare to hire them, and they tried their best to say that they were still able to work.
Ma Bing, in particular, waved his good arm and said, "Don't worry, Auntie. Even with only one hand, I can still sow seeds and drive a car. I'm sure it'll be useful to a farmer!"
They have nowhere else to go. How long can the military camp support idle people?
The seriously injured soldiers looked at Wang Yi eagerly, their voices became softer and softer, and some began to cry.
They felt that the request was too much. How many people could a small farm support?
How could the aunt agree to that?
So he stopped talking and begging, but just stared blankly at his broken arms and legs, with his head hung, as if he had done something wrong.
Those who have damaged their lungs and cannot do heavy physical labor, but still have healthy hands and feet, can be sent over to work as farmers.
But what about those who have broken arms and legs?
Ma Bing said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, Auntie. I took the initiative to incite everyone. I'm very grateful that you can let me stay in the village to help. I'm sorry..."
They didn't dare to look up, for fear of seeing Wang Yi's evasive and rejecting gaze.
The ward fell completely quiet.
Complex emotions rolled in everyone's heart.
One hundred and eight seriously ill patients, how can this be considered help, how can this be considered labor, isn't it just a burden?
What they are doing is tantamount to repaying kindness with enmity.
Auntie...how could I be willing to do that?
But suddenly, Wang Yi's surprised and happy voice sounded:
"Really? Are you really willing to stay in my manor?"
"That's great! I didn't know how to start the conversation, but I didn't expect you guys to make the decision yourself."
"Once Auntie has arranged your accommodation in the next few days, we can all move to our new home, how about that?"
Wang Yi's surprised voice rang out, and everyone looked up suddenly.
All I saw was a surprised face, without any resistance at all.
This is... Auntie agreed?
Auntie, are you willing to take us in?
"Auntie, do you really agree? It doesn't matter, we are just making a suggestion, you can reject us." Ma Bing said with a trembling voice. They were afraid that Wang Yi said this on purpose because he didn't want to make them sad.
"Of course I agree, no adulteration. Auntie's farm is in great need of people right now, and I'll be so happy that you can come!" Ordinary farmers may not be able to support them, but Wang Yi is different.
Not to mention that in her space, as long as she has time to plant and harvest, there will be more food than she can finish.
Let's say she wants to farm on a larger scale in the future. With the grain seeds in the space that are many times better than those of today, the harvested products are more than enough for the hundred or so people to eat.
Wang Yi was confident that she could raise them all strong and healthy, and as long as Shan Fan was still alive, they would not starve.
"Really?" Ma Bing asked in surprise.
"Yeah!" The others cheered.
"Auntie is so nice!"
"Thank you, Auntie! We are a family from now on!"
For a moment, the cheers in the sick tent were so loud that they could overturn the entire tent. Everyone cried with joy and encouraged each other.
Wang Yi was also very happy.
Because they have filial piety values constantly popping up above their heads.
+1
+1
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"+108"
Ha, there really are 108 people.
Is this the number of heroes in Water Margin?
Wang Yi was very happy. One reason was that so many people contributed to her filial piety, and the other was that these people could better help her achieve her farming ambition.
Although these soldiers were somewhat disabled, they had big oxen to plow the fields and could use shoulder poles to carry things. These were all rough farm work, and they had better physical foundation than refugees and tenants, and could do it with one hand or one foot.
As long as they recover their health, the food in the barracks is good and their foundation is good, and a group of people helping each other will definitely be better than ordinary people.
They are all young and middle-aged!
"Just be patient for now. I'll ask the prince how to resolve your household registration. By then, you'll all be my family members, and no one will be left out!"
Flutter!
A carrier pigeon flew down. Hong Jiu took the secret letter from the pigeon's leg and placed the pigeon on a bird stand beside him. There were millet and water in the letter, and the pigeon began to eat it.
"Your Highness, a secret letter from General Ai."
Zheng Yeheng is practicing calligraphy, his pen strokes are sharp, like a knife or an axe.
"explain."
"The vanguard army will be able to reach the outskirts of Qingdong City within three days."
"good."
"But, Your Majesty, what about the wounded soldiers who are no longer able to join the army?"
Zheng Yeheng paused with his brush, and the ink smudged and ruined a beautiful piece of calligraphy.
He sighed and put down the brush.
"Give them generous compensation. Then, send a team of people to send them back home."
"But our Dingyuan Army consists of soldiers who were recruited from childhood. Their families are gone, and I'm afraid we won't be able to accommodate them. If we send them back to Kyoto, too much of our forces will be dispersed, which will conflict with our plans. There are so many refugees and bandits on the road. If they return to the capital like famine refugees, I'm afraid there won't be many left."
"How many people?"
"One hundred and eight."
"We can only resettle them nearby. Tell Mo Naihe and tell him how much money is needed, and we'll pay for it. We'll do the same for seriously injured soldiers in the future. The resettlement fee will be calculated at a high standard. We can't let the soldiers down."
"yes!"
Before Hong Jiu left, Wang Yi's voice came from outside:
"There's no need to trouble City Lord Mo. How about settling these people in my farm?" Zheng Yeheng saw Wang Yi, whose face was like a silver moon and whose eyes were bright as stars. As soon as she came in, the whole tent seemed to be shining, and any other items became a foil.
Seeing her coming, Zheng Yeheng felt much better for no reason, but this matter concerned the lives of hundreds of people, so he didn't dare to make excuses.
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