After several days of continuous travel, they finally entered Zhili Province. As soon as they entered a small county town far from the disaster area, they saw a large number of disaster victims gathered at the entrance.
Yin looked at the strong laborers squatting and leaning against the city wall with boredom, and Shuangquan couldn't help but clench his fist. After being spoiled and made lazy, it would take a long time for these people to get back to work when they returned to their hometowns.
If Xiao Guai's actions are successful, disaster relief in the Qing Dynasty will be easier in the future.
"Father, have someone prepare quicklime!" Qingyan looked at the stream she passed by and saw some disaster victims setting up camp there. She had to admit that those people didn't seem to have any awareness of epidemic prevention.
ah?!
Fei Yanggu looked bewildered. She glanced around and saw several men staring at her.
“Father, quicklime is for disinfection. We would have to spend a lot of money to use other things. Quicklime is available in the places where houses are built in the county town!” Quicklime also costs money, but it is still cheaper than medicinal herbs such as mugwort.
Quicklime is different. People from well-off families and wealthy merchants would use quicklime to build houses because the cost is still very low.
“Hmm,” Fei Yanggu nodded in agreement. “Little darling, how do you know so much?”
Looking at his daughter's confident expression, Fei Yanggu couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Hehe, Father, you read too many different kinds of books!" Qingyan touched her cheek shyly. "Some of the books you bought for me contain notes from miscellaneous books."
He breathed a sigh of relief; Xiao Guai definitely couldn't steal the spotlight anymore.
The Empress Dowager had been keeping a close eye on Qingyan. If the little guy made any further moves, the old lady would definitely be a formidable figure.
"Also, have someone buy some mutton from somewhere further away!" Qingyan looked at Yin. The memorial didn't specify any particular meat. Most people would choose pork, but Qingyan thought differently from the others. Mutton was very cheap in the Qing Dynasty. "And bring back all the bones too!"
Yin sighed and rubbed his forehead when he heard Qingyan's stingy words.
"What about the underwater? Should I bring it back for you too?" E Shuo's lips twitched. His younger sister was a foodie who never forgot to devour food wherever she went.
Qingyan gave a fawning smile, and the four men immediately felt a chill run down their spines.
“Of course, brother is absolutely right. Bring all those sewage items back to me!” Qingyan nodded. These were all valuable items, and he probably wouldn’t have bought them if he hadn’t explained things to Fei Yanggu and the others.
Looking at the list that Xiao Guai had arranged, Yin also filled in some of the items. This time, they had come together as a pair of swordsmen to provide disaster relief.
"Fourth Prince, is it appropriate for us to go over there?" Yin was worried that if they went too late, the plague would have already broken out.
"The tents and other items are ready by tomorrow morning," Yin said from the side, since those things were basically prepared by the imperial court.
In reality, however, they were very disappointed. Almost everything had been purchased in advance by Qingyan's Yuelai Inn.
Yin smiled wryly. Following Xiao Guai's instructions, he sent people out to sea, landed in Qiongzhou, and transported the goods to the prosperous Jiangnan region. They had indeed exchanged quite a bit of goods.
"Fourth Brother, wake me up tomorrow!" Qingyan wanted to check the conditions along the way.
"Okay, let's go shopping outside in a bit. There are really no other places to buy things besides this small county town!" Yin had to admit that the county town was the most bustling stop on the tour.
Qingyan nodded, and after having lunch, the group changed into comfortable clothes and left the inn.
Qingyan strolled along the street. Grain and other basic necessities were very expensive. She noticed that some wealthy households had closed their doors, and Yin couldn't help but snort coldly.
The rich feast while the poor rot!
These few words came to mind.
On the streets, most of the people coming and going were ordinary folks who had begun carrying grain home. The curtains outside the Yulai Inn were bursting at the seams with crowds, and the steamed buns and other items they sold were always sold out early every day.
"Sisi, how come these steamed buns are selling out so quickly?" The takeout door curtain of Yuelai Inn was set up by Qingyan according to the standards of a canteen.
Yin noticed that Xiao Guai's expression was particularly bad, and he didn't really want to say anything more to her.
“Little Darling, those things are mostly fine grains and extremely cheap, so the people will only be able to buy the maximum amount that is rationed.” Yin deliberately allowed the people in these disaster-stricken counties to surround the entrance of her small inn.
Every day at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), people would start lining up. Some hoped to buy more food, and some even brought their entire families together.
"Refined grains?" Qingyan was taken aback. She thought coarse grains were the best, and she never expected that refined grain steamed buns would be so popular.
Yin nodded, "Little Guai doesn't understand the lives of ordinary people."
"Sisi, should we buy some steamed buns too?" Qingyan pondered. The disaster relief area probably didn't have such fine grains, so selling some would be good to distribute to the disaster victims.
When Yin smiled, Xiao Guai was so cute and really funny.
“Buying those things is useless. What will you do if you spoil those people’s mouths?” Yin looked at Qingyan. He understood the minds of the disaster victims all too well.
Initially, he had felt compassion and bought a lot of Xiliang goods with Thirteen. In the end, when the goods were gone and the court really arrived, those people turned against him.
After speaking, Qingyan began to ponder. Perhaps she really should consider what to do.
"Hehe, I understand." Fei Yanggu didn't say much. He stood aside and watched Qingyan being nagged by Yin.
As Qingyan grows up, there are some things she should gradually come into contact with.
Arriving at Yuelai Inn, I was taken aback by the bustling crowd. At the takeout counter, in addition to steamed buns and twisted rolls, they also sold cornbread and other items. These were considered the cheapest things by ordinary people, as making them at home would not only be a waste of time but also a waste of firewood.
The county town is not near the mountains and forests, and every household needs to buy firewood to make a living. Even with all the cooking, they cannot save on firewood.
"Sisi, let's go to the grain store first." Qingyan planned to buy more fine grains so that she could cook special meals for Fei Yanggu, Yin, and others when they arrived. She also knew how to use the grains from her spatial storage.
"Good!" Before leaving the capital, Yin specially asked Su Peisheng to exchange a lot of small-denomination silver notes, because the closer they got to the disaster area, the more petty thieves there were.
Fei Yanggu watched the two little ones discussing things together and couldn't help but smile. Yin wanted to give Qingyan the opportunity to train so that she could quickly come up with a strategy to deal with unexpected events.
Upon entering the grain shop, Qingyan noticed a strange sign: each person could only buy one jin (approximately 500 grams) of refined grain per day. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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