Yun Duoduo was feeling hungry when the ministers started arguing loudly and spitting as they talked.
Yun Duoduo picked up a memorial and held it in front of her to prevent the flying spittle from landing in her bowl.
She slurped up the meat porridge.
"Lord Kang, then tell me, what should we do?"
"Your Majesty, this troublemaker turned from a law-abiding citizen into a troublemaker because he was driven to desperation."
Kang Fuguo was the Minister of Revenue and the oldest of the three. He had a kind and gentle appearance. When Yun Duoduo looked at him, she felt as if she were seeing her own grandfather.
“To kill them outright would be too cruel and inhumane. If we drive them out of the capital, the problem will likely persist and won’t be solved at its root.”
"I believe that the imperial court should allocate funds to distribute cotton-padded clothing to help refugees get through the winter."
Huang Meipin's eyes suddenly lit up. "Your Majesty, I agree with Minister Kang's method. Why don't we transfer this money to the Prefect of the Capital through the Ministry of Revenue? The Prefect of the Capital has many people and knows the streets and alleys of the capital very well, as well as the whereabouts of the displaced people."
"These refugees can be settled by the Prefect of the Capital."
Once this money reaches the Prefect of the Capital, set aside a portion to buy some substandard cotton-padded clothes; that will suffice to get by.
As for food, buy some aged rice and make some rice porridge; that should be enough to keep us from starving.
The rest, naturally, will go into my own pocket, Huang Meipin, to prepare betrothal gifts for my eldest son; that should be enough.
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