However, because they were hungry and cold, the children and the elderly were in very bad mental states.
Just a moment after Jiang Ling and his companions arrived, Butler Chen drove a carriage up to them.
Among the victims, a middle-aged man who was relatively strong and in good spirits quickly stood up and protected the group of victims.
"Excuse me, was this young man sent by the prefect?" The voice sounded a little doubtful but hopeful.
Jiang Ling glanced at the huddled masses of disaster victims and sighed inwardly: Should I sympathize with the people who still hold out hope in the government? Or what?
So, he smiled and said.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. We're not from the government. We were just passing through here when a flash flood occurred. We stopped here for two days. Seeing that there are many elderly people and children here, we decided to bring some food and supplies to everyone."
Village chief Wang Jiahe was stunned after hearing this and didn't know how to respond. He was touched that someone was helping them, but also felt a little resentful of the government's indifference and ruthlessness.
Yes, their homes were all destroyed by the ruthless mountain torrents, some people were missing, and some died.
In order to survive, they went to the town government office, but no one paid any attention to them.
They came to the city gate again, hoping that the prefect could help them. After all, they were villagers of Xiling Kingdom and Yunyue City, and they also paid grain and taxes.
As a result, they had been there for almost two days and were not even allowed to approach the city gate. They knew it was all over and the prefect of Yunyue City would not help them.
They were just discussing whether to go back to the village and find a solution. After all, that is their home, and it is better than being at the gate of this cold-blooded city. Even if they die, they want to die in their own home and on their own land.
Now, kind-hearted people came to them and distributed hot rice porridge and steamed buns. Looking at the children and the elderly drinking the hot porridge carefully, the village chief Wang Jiahe was moved to tears.
As the village chief, he failed to protect the villagers and betrayed their trust.
Wang Jiahe looked at the young man in front of him and asked excitedly.
"May I ask your name, sir? We in Xiaohe Village will always remember your life-saving grace."
Jiang Ling knew that what he said was true, but he didn't help them just to get thanks. He just happened to have some money coming in.
"Across a thousand miles." Jiang Ling said casually.
"Thank you, Master Yue."
"Well, by the way, what are your plans? Go back to the village, or find another place?"
Wang Jiahe looked at the villagers and then at the city gate.
"We have just discussed it. Let's go back to the village. No matter what, we will be at peace even if we die where our roots are."
Then he said seriously.
"We have so many men. Even if we have to dig wild vegetables or hunt, we won't just wait to die.
This warm meal from Master Yue fills us with hope."
At this time, Wang Jiahe took two steps back, and the other villagers also stood up, followed the village chief Wang Jiahe, and bowed deeply to Jiang Ling.
"Thank you, Mr. Yue, for the meal and for saving our lives." Wang Jiahe said gratefully.
Jiang Ling looked at the group of people with satisfaction. Although they had suffered a disaster, their nature was still pure.
Without saying anything else, Jiang Ling could see that they had a strong desire to survive.
"Village chief, please gather the heads of their families and have them come to me."
Wang Jiahe was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.
Soon, a group of men came over and lined up. Jiang Ling took a look and saw that there were exactly 36 people, including the village chief Wang Jiahe.
He is an honest village chief and villager.
At this time, Butler Chen was already beside the carriage helping to distribute the silver.
"Village Chief Wang, your village is great and united, and it will get better and better in the future.
This is our help to you, one hundred taels of silver per family, to build houses and settle your family. As for your future life, I believe you will all work hard without anyone saying much. Natural disasters are ruthless, but people are kind.
Thirty-six men held heavy money bags in their hands and shed hot tears. They did not cry when the mountain torrent broke out, and they did not cry when the government rejected them. Now they cried.
It is the warmth that comes when someone is in need, and the hope given by strangers.
The thirty-six people said thank you in their hearts as well as their mouths.
Finally, they all bowed to Jiang Ling.
"Okay, as a thank you, I'll take it.
You should also hurry back. The children and the elderly are weak, so please take good care of them."
After saying that, he took out several large bundles from the carriage, which contained some medicinal herbs for treating typhoid fever, various clothes he had moved from other mansions, and pots and pans he had moved from the kitchen of the Marquis' Mansion. He gave them all to them, as they were the things these people needed most at the moment.
"Yes, then we will say goodbye here. I hope Mr. Yue has a safe journey. If you have the chance to visit our village in the future, our whole village will welcome you very much."
Wang Jiahe asked everyone to walk in an orderly manner in the direction they came from. Everyone knew that it was Mr. Yue Qianli who helped them, and they all remembered it in their hearts.
"San'er, arrange for someone to follow them and watch them return to the village safely. We're making quite a noise, just in case."
Jiang Ling thought that he would help people to the end and send them off to the west.
He didn't want his help to cause any accidents to them.
What Jiang Ling didn't know was that because of his help, Xiaohe Village changed its name after returning. The new village was called "Qianli Village" and later developed into the most united and richest village in Yunyue City.
Jiang Ling looked at the two children who had been silent and felt a little curious.
"Why don't you have anything to say?"
The little cub walked in front with his hands behind his back.
"Daddy, I'm just sitting there thinking about something."
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Tell us." Jiang Ling shook his head in amusement at the thought of a two-and-a-half-year-old baby still thinking about things.
The little guy ignored his father's ridicule, walked back and forth in front of them with his hands behind his back, and looked at them with a serious look.
"I think the village chief is pretty good, and those kids are great too."
Jiang Ling asked curiously, "What's so good about them?"
"They are all hungry, but the children are not crying.
Just like a nest, very strong and won’t cry.”
Even after hearing the end, he still didn't forget to praise himself.
Seeing that no one spoke, the little guy continued.
"Besides, they are all very obedient, including Wo.
They don’t have cars, so they walk. I have to walk too.”
After saying that, the little guy looked at Jiang Ling seriously, making Jiang Ling feel a little confused.
"What's the matter? Did you find that daddy is handsome again?" Jiang Ling threw a coquettish glance at the little guy.
"Humph, Dad lied, that's not right."
Jiang Ling was puzzled. What lie did he tell?
"Daddy's name isn't Yue Qianli, Yue Qianli is my father."
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