Chapter 255 Zhizhi, do you miss me?
Lord Liu's face was full of colorful lights. He looked at Sang Zhixia with his eyes slanted, opened his mouth several times as if wanting to say something but stopped himself, and his eyebrows kept rising as he listened.
Sang Zhixia said, "The grain doesn't come to the government office. It's all taken over by the people in the Northwest Camp, and the distribution is supervised by the people assigned to the camp."
The people in the Northwest Camp are useful and trustworthy.
If there are any useless ones, Chennianhe can dispose of them very easily.
Deputy General Wu nodded readily: "According to the rules you set in the village?"
The rule in Luobei Village is to buy grain according to the number of people in the family, with a fixed amount and quantity, and not a single grain left over will be sold.
Sang Zhixia hummed and added, "Before distributing the grain, the porridge stalls will remain open for three more days. After three days, the number of porridge stalls will be reduced by half, and after another three days, all the porridge stalls will be removed at once."
In order to facilitate management when distributing porridge, we have to gather the scattered porridge distribution points in a few specific places as much as possible, but this is not a solution if it continues for too long.
Mistakes are more likely to happen in crowded places.
Sang Zhixia: "Post a notice explaining the rules for collecting rice. You can collect it at a fixed time and place once a day, and each time can only collect enough for one household for one day."
It is troublesome to collect it once a day.
But trouble brings hope.
Before there is enough food to ensure peace of mind, this glimmer of hope is the rope that holds your life in check.
Lord Liu, who was more familiar with the people's sentiments, frowned and said, "But it's freezing cold, and it's extremely inconvenient for the people in the villages to travel. If we set up this system in the city, what will happen to these people?"
“If you can’t come, just go to the village and deliver it.”
Sang Zhixia had already made all the necessary preparations on the way here. He gestured to Xue Liu to take out the written and marked addresses, handed them to Deputy General Wu, and said, "These are the villages that need to be sent people to deliver grain. Transfer men from the army, and assign a thousand men to each village to escort the grain, with one man each day."
“It’s the same in the city.”
Sang Zhixia pursed her lips and said solemnly, "No matter who you are or what your background is, anyone who wants to receive rice must follow the established rules."
"Every household must sign and record the amount they receive each day. No more than is allowed. If anyone violates this rule..."
Sang Zhixia paused deliberately and smiled, "Deputy General Wu, how do you deal with those who violate the rules in the army?"
"The first violation will result in thirty strokes of the cane, and the next violation will be death!"
The murderous word "kill" blocked all the unspoken words from Lord Liu. Sang Zhixia smiled with satisfaction and slowed down his tone, saying, "Don't worry, sir. Those who obey the instructions and just want to survive will naturally find ways to survive. Those who don't want to live well will find ways to die. Let these people go."
"We've gotten through tougher times, and the next one won't be any harder than before."
As for those who deliberately want to stir things up...
General Chen's sword is so sharp that there is no head that he cannot chop off.
Sang Zhixia made the final decision with just one word.
Deputy General Wu acted decisively.
Upon hearing the news, all the officials, big and small, who rushed to share the grain, came empty-handed and were forced to leave empty-handed.
Sang Zhixia said it very clearly that the food would be provided.
But no one can interfere, and no one has the right to comment on how much is given and how it is distributed. Everything must be done according to her wishes.
As for those who wanted to take advantage of the benefits he had given to General Chen and wanted to take advantage of the situation, they were all out of Sang Zhixia's consideration.
It was Chen Nianhe who received the favor, so what does it have to do with Sang Zhixia?
If you want to cry, you can go to the Northwest Camp and cry slowly to Chen Nianhe.
Since the matter of grain relief has passed through her hands, we can only listen to her.
Sang Zhixia was a woman and not an official, but her decisiveness at this moment shocked many people.
However, Deputy General Wu and others received orders from Chen Nianhe and followed Sang Zhixia's words in everything, and would not listen to anyone else.
These people were filled with anger, but they couldn't find a place to express it.
Seeing that pleading was useless, everyone had to line up to receive food according to the rules set by Sang Zhixia, and the countless hungry people who had been blocking the city gate finally showed signs of dispersing.
The food distributed to various places was escorted by a thousand-man army. The people who rushed into the city from all over the place saw the big bags of rice loaded onto the carts and spontaneously followed.
If it is true as the notice says, people can line up at the village entrance to get enough food to keep their family alive, so why bother staying in the city?
go home!
You can live even if you go home!
As the riots that had just begun to show signs of subsiding, Sang Zhixia and his people settled down in the city.
Chen Nianhe couldn't take care of these things for the time being. The rough men in the army were not as meticulous as Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia had to keep an eye on the whole process and couldn't get away.
Half a month after entering the city, the second batch of food arrived on time.
Sang Zhixia made her arrangements and prepared to go back. Song Liu walked up behind her and whispered, "Boss, the first group of people we caught have confessed."
"What did you say?"
Song Liuqiang suppressed the anger in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The rumor was first spread by a steward of the Wang family in North City."
"The steward said that the rice and grain sent here was quite a lot, but General Chen planned to keep it all for himself. He also said that General Chen's Northwest Camp always had a large amount of rice and grain stored, and General Chen never cared about the lives of others."
Rumors spread quickly, and if you say too much, it becomes true.
The officials, both big and small, who got the news, the countless people who were unaware of the inside story, and the already panicked and restless people, made the situation that had been stabilized with great difficulty fall into chaos.
Sang Zhixia lowered her eyes and said nothing.
"The leader even confessed that he met an unknown man who gave him fifty taels of silver and asked him to find some people to cause some trouble, and also..."
Song Liu's eyes grew increasingly hostile, and he said in a cold voice, "That man also said that there is food in Luobei Village."
"If anyone can't survive, they might as well head towards Luobei Village."
The people who disrupted the situation in the northwest saw that Chen Nianhe was about to make it, and they couldn't just sit back and watch.
Luobei Village, which played a huge role in this man-made famine, naturally became a chess piece on the chessboard.
Sang Zhixia had anticipated this and sneered, "Has the village made all the arrangements?"
"Don't worry."
Song Liu whispered, "Deputy General Wu took everyone away openly, but secretly left many behind."
"As long as there are those who dare to go there without knowing the consequences, there is no return."
"That'll do."
Sang Zhixia brushed off the fallen snow from her cloak and said, stepping on the snow covered with messy footprints, "Tell Deputy General Wu that there are suspected bandits at the Wang family's place. To thank the Wang family for their friendship and kindness in sharing hardships with General Chen, we will dispatch a team to garrison at the Wang family to ensure the safety of the Wang family."
Don’t you like to stir up trouble?
Then just stay at home and do it slowly.
Song Liu nodded readily, "Boss is right."
"It's difficult to protect a family. Since these guards have gone to the Wang family, the food supply should also be provided by the Wang family."
It’s just a meal, it doesn’t matter where you eat.
Song Liu had heard that there was a severe famine outside. Mr. Wang claimed that he had given away all his family wealth, but in fact he lived a life of luxury behind closed doors. Who knows how many good things he had hidden at home.
It's time to let the soldiers who have been starving for a long time have something good to eat.
Sang Zhixia was amused by the narrow-mindedness in his words. She exhaled and said, "The Northwest has just been settled. It's okay to be aware of some things, but we can't uncover everything. This is not something we should worry about."
"Let Deputy General Wu's men handle all the work that needs to be done. We'll just watch from the sidelines. If..."
Sang Zhixia paused, then said in a voice only Song Liu could hear, "If you arrest a suspicious individual, you don't need to involve him in the interrogation, but you must try to get the details of his confession."
The current unrest in the northwest is very similar to the Hong Bei incident back then, and perhaps it was caused by the same person.
It is not yet the time to overturn the Xu family's case, but the more relevant evidence we collect, the better, as it will come in handy in the future.
Song Liu understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded silently.
Sang Zhixia took a few people back to their empty granary to settle down.
Xue Liu, who had returned earlier, stood outside the door. Seeing Sang Zhixia coming, he hurried over and took the snow umbrella from her hand.
Sang Zhixia rubbed her hands and pushed the door open. Xue Liu took a step behind and pulled the door back and closed it.
In the room, Sang Zhixia fell into a familiar embrace without any warning, and what rushed into her nose was the cold air from the man's chest that had no time to dissipate.
Sang Zhixia's eyes narrowed and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head.
The person who was holding her from behind took the initiative to move, covering her eyes with his big hands. Amidst the sound of breathing fluttering in her ears, he laughed in a low and hoarse voice: "Zhizhi, do you miss me?"
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