In the next few days, Song Yuehua was trying out the bed crossbow in the courtyard. When she just returned home, she ran into Grandma Wang running towards the village entrance with a basket on her back.
"Granny Wang, what are you going to do?" Song Yuehua asked.
Granny Wang came over and said to her, "There's food being sold at the entrance to the village. I thought I'd buy some and bring it back so I can store more food."
"Selling food?"
Song Yuehua was puzzled and followed over to take a look.
As a result, as soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I saw a large group of villagers coming back from outside, carrying baskets on their backs, with disheveled hair and dirty faces.
What is going on?
Aunt Fat was also disheveled, and the basket on her back was heavy. Song Yuehua went over to ask her what she was doing.
After asking, we found out that it was Zhang Rushan and Ji Ming's group who asked the villagers to pretend to be refugees and go outside the county town to carry food.
The food that was carried back was sold at a price of 20 wen per pound, and a maximum of 50 pounds could be bought per person.
20 cents per pound of grain?
If everyone in the village weighs 50 kilograms, that would be tens of thousands of kilograms. How could Zhang Rushan and his people...
Song Yuehua thought of something and felt a chill in her heart. She stood at the door waiting for a long time, but did not see Ji Ming and Zhang Rushan. She only caught a puppy.
"Where did you get the food?" Song Yuehua pulled someone aside and asked.
Gou Wazi looked around and whispered, "Gan family."
When she was helping Gan Changming move grain that day, Song Yuehua was indeed frightened by his stored grain, but she was thinking that after Gan Changming arrived in the village, she would persuade him to sell it to the villagers at a lower price. She had no intention of stealing it, and the price was 20 wen per pound...
Song Yuehua felt that the entire village had let the Gan family down.
Seeing that Song Yuehua didn't say anything, Gou Wazi said with a smile, "Now the whole village can have food to eat. Ming Ge'er said he has a big surprise for you. How about it? Are you happy?"
"How are you going to transport the grain out of the city? What are you going to do with the money from selling the grain? You..." Song Yuehua couldn't say a word. How can I have the face to face the three members of the Gan family?
Gou Wazi didn't notice and said to himself, "Of course the money should be given to the Gan family. We have already agreed on this matter. As for transporting grain, Ming Ge'er's idea is better..."
Compared to the last time when he spent money to transport grain, this time, Ji Ming only spent 10 taels of silver, bribed two yamen runners, and went out smoothly under the name of delivering grain to the victims.
Ming Ge'er had also greeted the villagers early on. The whole family, men and women, as long as they were in good health, dressed up as refugees and collected food outside the city gate early in the morning. A group of men holding axes and machetes walked outside, and the women walked inside. When the ordinary refugees saw them, they did not dare to approach.
It took three days in total to transport almost everything back.
After Song Yuehua returned home, she took a large basket of bacon and chicken that she had stored and brought it to the school.
When Lady Xia saw it, she was surprised and asked, "Why did you bring so much meat?"
"Aunt, if the Gan family wants to eat meat, just cook some for them and prepare the food better..." Song Yuehua said.
Madam Xia felt a little strange. Why were they still so particular at this time?
Song Yuehua sighed, "This is what our village owes them."
End of March.
Three months have passed since the Chinese New Year, and not a drop of rain has fallen from the sky.
A group of refugees came to the village entrance. There were not many of them, about twenty people, and they were not aggressive. They just stood guard at the door and begged the villagers to save them and give them a chance to survive.
Zhou Lizheng went over to take a look and told the villagers not to pay any attention to it.
Although the tribe has food now and the villagers can still eat their fill, as long as it doesn't rain, no one can predict what will happen in the future.
In this situation where he couldn't even save himself, how could he have the energy to save others?
The refugees down there had neither food nor water, and they cried and shouted all day long. Zhou Dafu and his men threw a few stones down and drove the refugees away from the wall.
After two days, this group of people had no intention of leaving easily and cried and shouted downstairs all day long.
Some of the soft-hearted people sent a jar of water down to the people below. When Zhou Dafu found out, he went straight to the door and started to curse.
"If you really want to be soft-hearted, just take out 1,000 kilograms of grain and take one if you can. Who told you to deliver water to people on your own initiative? Are you bored?" Zhou Dafu scolded angrily.
A villager nearby said, "Dafu, it's just a jar of water, why bother about it so much?"
"Shut up!"
Zhou Dafu angrily cursed, "Today we deliver water, tomorrow we deliver food, the day after tomorrow we should just open the gate wide and invite all the bandits and refugees in. Do you have the ability to protect yourselves? Without this gate, would you still be alive to show kindness here?"
"We are from the same village, why do we have to speak so harshly?"
Zhou Dafu walked up to the man who was speaking and said, "This is about the life and death of the villagers and the survival of the village. Don't blame me for being disrespectful. Anyone who secretly delivers water and food to others will be expelled from the village if they are found again!"
After saying these words, Zhou Dafu left.
The villagers who stayed behind were silent for a moment, but they all felt a little suffocated in their hearts.
Zhou Ergui explained in a gentle voice, "This concerns the lives of the entire village. Don't blame Dafu for being angry. Those people outside look pitiful, but who knows if they are real refugees? If they are really hungry and thirsty, why don't they leave? Why do they have to shout so that everyone can hear? What if it's a trick? Or are you willing to gamble with your lives?"
After Zhou Ergui pointed out the matter, the villagers began to understand and the unhappiness in their hearts disappeared.
Two days later, the refugees outside the wall saw that no one paid any attention to them, so they started to curse instead of crying.
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