Chapter 153 Daddy Misses You
Qiu Yi's eyebrows turned and he chuckled, "I have a way. Not only can I find it, but I can also keep the disaster victims from going anywhere else for the next few days."
If we keep the disaster victims, will we still be afraid of not being able to find them after a long time?
As for Song Shu, his "love" was nothing more than sending people to look for him, which was not as fast as her watching him in person!
Lai Momo wanted to ask what the method was, but thinking of Aunt Qiu's methods, she forced herself to endure it.
She betrayed Huo Qinglin, who saved her from poverty and despair, and hooked up with the master. Now she has even killed her benefactor's child. If she doesn't have some foresight and usefulness, she will probably end up with the same fate sooner or later!
Qiu Yi turned around, walked out of the door, and then opened the original door again, calling out in a long tone: "Master~"
Song Shu, who was sitting behind a thick rosewood desk, was writing a letter when he heard the words.
When I was young, I was full of energy and never tired. Every time I heard this sound, my bones would become soft and I wanted to have sex immediately.
As I get older, I find that it is just like that. As my body becomes increasingly weaker, I only envy my colleagues who can go home and chat with their spouses about official matters, and then play with their grandchildren.
Unfortunately, Qiu Yi didn't understand the affairs of the officialdom at all, and what he said only made people speechless. On the other hand, that woman could talk a little, but unfortunately she was a stubborn person.
Playing with grandchildren is now a luxury, so much so that when he sees other people's babies on the street, he wants to pick them up and play with them, especially well-behaved girls... In the past, when he was young, he despised them, but now that he's older, he looks forward to it...
Qiu Yi saw that Song Shu was in a daze again and did not respond to her. His expression became more and more tender, and he asked in a soft voice: "Master, we have been here for several days. I heard that the disaster victims looted Anping City a few days ago. The emperor sent you to provide disaster relief. Why haven't you set up a porridge stall yet?
Is it because the food hasn't arrived yet? But I heard that the food arrived earlier than ours. If we don't set up a porridge stall, the disaster victims will fight or loot and there will be more casualties, right?
"What do you know about being an official? Not enough people have died now. We need more people to die." Song Shu said lightly.
Qiu Yi immediately put on an expression of admiration and waited to listen to Song Shu's explanation.
Song Shu originally looked down on Qiu Yi, but seeing her admiring look, his vanity was greatly satisfied. That woman would never be like this!
If the woman heard it, she would definitely scold him and think that he was taking human life lightly.
But are the lives of the victims still lives?
They are not even human beings.
"No matter if it's a drought, a flood, or an earthquake, we arrive within a few days of it happening, giving both food and money. The victims will only complain that we don't give enough and that we come too late. Human hearts are greedy and can never be satisfied!
When some of them have starved to death, killed each other, sold their children and felt that there was no hope in life, we will show up with food, even if it is just porridge as thin as water, with more bran and less rice, they will be grateful and shout that I am the Lord of the Sky.
What's more, the imperial court only allocated grain for disaster relief. Someone has to distribute the grain. Will they work hard without any benefits?
There are also layers of officials involved who need to be managed. Where will the funds come from? They can only save from the disaster relief food. One pound of rice can be exchanged for three or four pounds of bran. If you do this, you will get a lot of money. "Song Shu smiled proudly.
He couldn't say these words outside. Qiu Yi loved him deeply and always thought of him and put him first. But she was just a little woman and didn't have the ability or skill to betray him, so he was very relieved.
Qiu Yi thought to himself that the main reason was probably money.
Her eyes moved as she clung to Song Shu, pleading softly, "But I want to see the victims shouting 'You, the Great Lord!'
Not only do I want to call you, I also want to show off my power. It is worth it for me to follow you all the way from the capital. I beg you to let me and Lai Momo serve porridge at the soup kitchen, okay?"
"Master, is it alright?"
Song Shu was a little tired from being pressed and shaken, and just wanted to send him away quickly: "Okay, okay, whatever you want."
Qiu Yi put on an expectant look on his face and asked respectfully, "Then I'll have someone go outside the city and tell them there'll be a porridge stall tomorrow morning to give out porridge. Can they line up according to the number of people they want to receive it?"
When the hungry disaster victims heard that there was porridge available for free, they would rush over happily.
That bitch Huo Bing was also a disaster victim who couldn't get enough food to eat, so naturally there was no difference.
Oh, right, "Master, can you also discuss the resettlement of the disaster victims? This will prevent them from fleeing elsewhere. If something happens and the news reaches the capital, it will damage your reputation."
Song Shu thought so too and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go and pass on the message."
Anyway, most of these disaster victims have died or been sold, and the remaining ones can be eaten as bran, which won’t cost much.
Every time he provides disaster relief, his treasury can be filled with tens of thousands of taels!
Tens of thousands of taels of silver... But he's already in his forties, without even a bloodline. To whom will he pass on all this money? What good is it if he doesn't have anyone to pass it on?
His Bing'er.....Where are you? Daddy misses you.....
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As the sky darkened, Second Master Jiang warned the young men on duty tonight, "It's almost time to close the city gates. Once the gates are closed, and the soldiers and servants don't come out, there will be more riots outside. You must be extremely alert, understand?"
"Know!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves came from far away.
Everyone turned around and looked over in confusion.
"Strange! The city gates are about to close, why are there still officials coming out?"
"No officials came out a few days ago. What could have happened so late at night?"
The official on horseback pulled the reins and, without even dismounting, shouted, "The relief food has arrived. Tomorrow, we'll set up a porridge stall at the city gate. Victims can collect according to the number of people in the stall! Twice a day, one bowl per person each time. No more than one bowl allowed!"
Also, the imperial court has issued an order regarding the resettlement of disaster victims, so just wait for it!"
The officer said this without stopping, whipped his horse whip, and rushed to the next place.
As soon as the official left, Qili Village was in an uproar!
"The imperial court has finally provided disaster relief! The food has arrived, how much can we get?"
"There's also an imperial decree for resettlement. What exactly is that? This official is really something. Why doesn't he explain it clearly?"
"Village Chief, what should we do? Should we wait?"
"It's okay to wait. After all, we can get free porridge and it won't consume our own food."
"Yes, there is also a decree. We should also listen to how it is arranged, right?"
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Shen Qing and his group thought so too.
They finally got disaster relief from the imperial court. Although they were not short of food, with the imperial decree of resettlement, even if they still had to go to Jincheng, they would be more confident than before, right?
Besides, I can get two meals of porridge every day, so it’s not a loss.
"As long as they have free porridge, it's unlikely that the disaster victims will suffer any harm, and it's a good thing for us as well." Master Jiang said with relief.
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