After all, this is a matter of great importance. If he reports it up the chain of command, not to mention the time wasted, it's uncertain who will end up with the grain.
The officialdom of the Great Yin Dynasty is now very corrupt.
Feng Changchao is not the only one like this.
Therefore, she decided to get it out and figure out a way to deal with it herself.
Use this food to do good deeds and help disaster victims.
In addition, since the system's storage space was already full, she had been hiding this batch of grain in the back area of the warehouse.
Who would have thought that He Zhilan would still find out?
“I don’t know how you got this food, you shouldn’t have hidden it here,” He Zhilan said, her brows furrowed slightly as she advised her.
They had just gone through a lawsuit two weeks ago.
Lin Qixia chuckled: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, no one will find out. The reason we proposed to start distributing porridge for three days starting tomorrow is that we plan to use up this last batch of food during the remaining time at the end of the year."
She has no intention of selling it, especially that batch of disaster relief grain.
Now that the year is drawing to a close, a large number of refugees have poured into the city and surrounding areas, making this the perfect time to deal with this batch of grain.
Of course, the wealthy business partner she mentioned to He Zhilan simply didn't exist.
She just couldn't reveal the system to He Zhilan, so she said it like that.
"That's good."
He Zhilan believed her words and was finally relieved.
Lin Qixia breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and stepped forward to take He Zhilan's arm: "Let's go, sister-in-law, let's go upstairs, I'll show you something else."
"What is that?" He Zhilan's attention was diverted without her noticing.
Lin Qixia smiled and said, "You'll find out soon enough."
Afterwards, the two of them left the warehouse and went back to the second floor.
Lin Qixia took He Zhilan upstairs to her room, had her sit down on a chair, and then ran mysteriously to the cabinet.
“What I want you to see is hidden inside!” she said.
He Zhilan was amused by her: "What is it?"
"Clang!" Lin Qixia opened the cabinet at this moment.
The room was full of boxes, filled with money, some in copper coins and some in silver.
He Zhilan stared blankly at the money in the cabinet for a moment.
"These are—" she murmured, but didn't dare to ask any further questions.
I can hardly believe what I'm seeing.
"Money! It's the money we've earned over the past few months!" Lin Qixia said to her, and then helped her to the cabinet to see it with her own eyes.
She didn't want He Zhilan to think that she had neglected her business because of distributing porridge.
Their family needs this store to make a living, and of course, she also needs to achieve her own goals.
When He Zhilan stood in front of the cabinet and saw that the box was indeed full of copper coins and silver, the expression on her face always changed from bewilderment to surprise.
She excitedly grabbed Lin Qixia's arm: "Xia'er! Did we really earn so much money?"
“That’s right!” Lin Qixia replied with a beaming smile.
She took out one of the boxes of silver, "This one box alone contains more than fifty taels."
"The rest of the copper coins add up to more than thirty taels."
He Zhilan looked puzzled upon hearing this, "Oh, I see. There are so many—"
She listened to Lin Qixia's words with a bit of confusion, almost unable to count anymore.
I've never seen so much money in my life.
He Zhilan took a while to calm down, then turned to Lin Qixia and said seriously, "Xia'er is really amazing, as long as..."
"As long as you abide by the law and do not do anything against your conscience."
“If you can do this, all your other sisters-in-law will support you.”
Lin Qixia's smug expression vanished after hearing her words.
However, she understood why the other person said that, so Lin Qixia looked into the other person's eyes and said solemnly, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I will definitely do things in a way that is true to my conscience."
Even if she has to work hard to achieve her goals in a short period of time, she would never harm others for her own benefit.
Seeing her so confident, He Zhilan smiled slightly and touched her hair.
"It's getting late, you should get some rest." After saying this, He Zhilan turned and left.
Lin Qixia responded and watched her leave the room and close the door.
She turned to tidy up the cabinet she had opened, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
Hopefully, the people around me will continue to support me after this.
After all, what she's going to do next will only become more and more unconventional.
The next day, we left the gate of Chong County.
Lin Qixia's porridge distribution team has already started distributing porridge under the city gate wall.
On this day, almost all the staff and employees of "Xiahezhuang" were present, and the line of people queuing up to receive porridge was so long that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
However, with Li Yuan and a few other yamen runners maintaining order at the scene, no one dared to cause trouble for them.
Therefore, everything proceeded very smoothly.
"Here's your porridge, hold the bowl steady." Lin Qixia served the porridge to an old woman in front of her, and patiently reminded her, "There are steamed buns next door, remember to get them, ma'am."
Among Feng Changchao's batch of grain was wheat confiscated from Xiahe Village. Lin Qixia had it ground into flour and steamed pot after pot of steamed buns.
After all, just drinking porridge won't fill you up at all.
"Thank you, young lady," the old woman said to her tremblingly.
The old woman left, and Lin Qixia continued to distribute porridge. Lin Jiudong helped her by holding a bowl, complaining, "You're so generous with rice and flour."
Lin Qixia paused in her act of serving porridge, unusually not getting angry, and instead replied gently:
"The New Year is just around the corner, and this winter is much harder to get through than in previous years. At least we should let them have a good meal."
We don't know what will happen next year.
Lin Jiudong was taken aback by her answer, his face showing a look as if he had swallowed a fly.
She pouted, "You've finally come to your senses."
Lin Qixia had never done such a good deed before.
"Sir, may I go and call Miss Lin?" A carriage was parked not far from the porridge distribution team, and a servant spoke to the people inside the carriage.
Tong Xuewei's voice came from inside the carriage, "Why?" he asked.
The servant scratched his head. "We're about to leave. I thought you wanted to say goodbye to Miss Lin."
“Really? You’re right—” Tong Xuewei chuckled softly from inside the carriage.
He was looking at Lin Qixia not far away through the gap in the carriage curtain, his gaze gentle and appreciative.
He heard everything Lin Qixia said.
Tong Xuewei looked at the fine snow falling outside the window and murmured, "She's right, this winter is harder to endure than in previous years."
This is especially true for ordinary people.
Tong Xuewei looked at the long line of people waiting to receive porridge not far away, and a hint of worry and pity appeared in her eyes.
"My lord?" the servant outside whispered again.
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