When Kuiwu was sending his brother and his friends back from town, he told the old man, "I went to town today and saw officials from the yamen running towards the slums in groups of three or four. After asking, I found out that the strong winds and heavy rains in the past few days have blown down most of the houses in the slums, and many people have been injured."
The old man thought about the last time he went to the slums to invite Master He. The scene of the slums was still fresh in his memory. The houses there were much worse than those in Xujia Village. At least the villagers' houses were still intact.
Some of the slums have half of their roofs fallen off, and collapse is inevitable when the weather is bad.
Wang said, "It's so pitiful. They finally found a place to stay, but they didn't expect it to be gone like this. They will have nowhere to live from now on."
The old man pondered for a long time and said, "Old lady, how about we help these people get through this difficult time?"
Wang was surprised and asked, "How can this help?"
"I'll go to the town and help if I can! It's always a good thing," said the old man.
"Okay! Go ahead! I agree!" said Wang.
When Qibao came back at noon, the old man told Qibao about his decision.
Qibao didn't stop him. Since that was what grandpa wanted to do, let him do it.
Qibao said: "Grandpa, just do what you want to do. As the saying goes, be kind to others in good times and be kind to yourself in bad times."
The old man nodded with satisfaction. His granddaughter was just like him. He had his own considerations in doing this, but of course he wanted to help these poor people more sincerely.
After dinner, Qibao went to town with the old man.
As Qibao and the old man got off the carriage, they saw that the alleys of the slums were full of people sitting on the ground, and the police were also maintaining order.
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