Yun Qingran found a piece of red cloth with the words "When one place is in trouble, help comes from all sides" written on it, and then hung it on a high platform in the street. This platform was usually used for performances during festivals or events.
"Isn't that Yun Qingran? What's she up to?"
"I don't know. I'll stay and see. Even if I can't see the excitement, it'll be good to look at some pretty girls."
"I have to say, Yun Qingran looks absolutely stunning right now."
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Soon, a large crowd gathered below the platform. Once enough people had gathered, Yun Qingran stepped to the center of the platform. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said, "I am Yun Qingran, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhen'an. I stand here today to plead with you all to help the refugees from Zhang County. When one is in trouble, all lend a hand. If I stand idly by today, and disaster befalls me in the future, no one will be there to support me. I hope you will extend a helping hand. Those with money, contribute money; those with strength, contribute strength."
"Yun Qingran is a wicked woman, yet she's asking us to help others. It's a bit ironic."
"Of course! Don't you know what kind of person you are?"
"It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. Recently, Yun Qingran has started paying for her purchases. Besides, in the past, when she bought things, didn't the Marquis of Zhen'an have someone make up the difference?"
"Yes, Yun Qingran is just a bit domineering, but she doesn't seem to have done anything immoral."
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"Thump...thump thump..." Several round gold ingots were thrown up from somewhere, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of Yun Qingran's feet.
Holy crap, he's throwing gold ingots right out of the box!
Yun Qingran quickly looked around, trying to see which little cutie was so generous, but after looking around, she couldn't find out who threw the gold ingot.
In a private room of a restaurant not far away, Jun Molin stood by the window, slightly turning his body to avoid Yun Qingran's sweeping gaze.
"Wow, who is it that gave twenty taels of gold?"
"There are still quite a few kind-hearted rich people in this world."
“What Yun Qingran just said makes a lot of sense. Maybe I should donate some too.”
"Donate some, donate some. Those people from Zhangjun are quite pitiful."
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People present began to donate money, and Yun Qingran immediately took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from her bag. "Everyone, please line up to donate. We will record the amount of your donation and then post it at the city gate for public display."
"Wow, they even have to make it public? I'll have to donate more then."
"Now that my name is on the list, I want to donate more, and I also want to donate some on behalf of my parents."
"Make way, make way, don't block the way, I want to be the first to donate."
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The enthusiasm for donating money was ignited, and everyone started donating money, no matter how much.
"Tangtang, go and record the amount of donations from the people." Yun Qingran handed Ning Jitang paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, and also gave her her small handbag. She put the completed record into the handbag.
"Miss Yun, you just said that those with money should contribute money and those with strength should contribute strength. I want to contribute strength. How can I contribute strength?" An old man approached the stage and asked Yun Qingran.
His son is successful and filial, and has been retired for several years. His wife passed away early, and he has no concubines. He has nothing to do all day, so he spends his days chatting and shopping with other old ladies his age. He is extremely bored and is looking for something to do.
“You can volunteer,” Yun Qingran explained. “A volunteer is someone who engages in activities for the public good without compensation.”
"It sounds very meaningful, I want to participate." The old man immediately raised his hand.
“Okay.” Yun Qingran took out a red cloth strip from another bag. The cloth strip had the words “Volunteer is glorious” written on it. She tied the cloth strip around the old man’s arm.
Volunteers usually wear armbands. This armband was made by Bicao last night, and the words on it were written by Yun Qingbi.
"Oh my, there's this too." The old man looked at the armband on his arm with great affection, a sense of pride unlike that of ordinary people.
"Miss Yun, I know quite a few old men and women who have nothing better to do, how about it?" the old man asked Yun Qingran, rubbing his hands together.
"I would like to, but only if they obey orders. Otherwise, it will be even harder to control things if things get chaotic," Yun Qingran said.
These elderly people are not short of money. They usually just eat, drink, have fun, and travel. They can't even control their own children, so she's worried that she won't be able to control them either.
"Don't worry, we will all obey orders," the old man assured him, patting his chest.
"In that case, I'll trouble you." Yun Qingran looked at the old man gratefully.
“Miss Yun is right. When one is in trouble, all lend a hand. If I stand idly by today, and disaster strikes me in the future, no one will cheer me on. As fellow citizens of Beiyin, it is only right that we do this.” The old man scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Early in the morning, they received 13,000 taels of silver in donations and 320 volunteers joined. The refugees were temporarily settled.
morning
"Marquis of Zhen'an, I heard that you have properly settled tens of thousands of refugees in just two days. Not bad, not bad." The Emperor praised Yunxiao.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. I was able to settle the refugees in just two days thanks to the help of the Ministry of Revenue and the people of the capital. It is not my achievement alone." Yunxiao did not take credit for it.
"Oh, the people of the capital are helping?" The Emperor was somewhat pleased but also felt something was amiss.
The people of the capital have always been rather arrogant. When refugees come to the capital, it's already a good thing if they don't reject them. Why would they take the initiative to help these refugees?
"Yes, the people of the capital donated money if they had it, and contributed their time and effort even if they didn't have it. When one place is in trouble, help comes from all sides; it's a world of harmony." Yunxiao's tone was a little excited.
"The people of the capital did a good job this time." The Emperor patted his knee, in a good mood.
His lifelong wish was for a world of great harmony, peace and prosperity, and the creation of a golden age.
"Miss Yun is truly amazing. If it weren't for her, the people of the capital wouldn't have helped those refugees," Jiang Yunqi whispered to his colleague beside him.
"What does this have to do with Yun Qingran?" The Emperor, having vaguely heard Jiang Yunqi's words, looked at him and asked.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I shouldn't have spoken so openly in public." Jiang Yunqi immediately stepped forward, knelt down, and begged for forgiveness.
"It's alright." The Emperor was more interested in Yun Qingran. "What did you mean when you said Miss Yun was too amazing?"
"The reason why the people of the capital were so enthusiastic in helping the refugees is because of Miss Yun's persuasion and appeal. She went to the streets, stood on a high platform, and said to everyone: 'When one place is in trouble, help comes from all sides. If I stand idly by today, and disaster befalls me in the future, no one will cheer me on. I hope everyone can lend a helping hand. Those with money should contribute money, and those with strength should contribute strength.' The people were deeply moved and donated money or volunteered," Jiang Yunqi explained.
"When one is in trouble, help comes from all sides. If I stand idly by today, when disaster strikes me in the future, no one will cheer me on. Interesting, very interesting." Upon hearing these two sentences, the Emperor's eyes lit up. These words were truly insightful and grand, not something a young woman could say.
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