It's really interesting; you can't write just these few characters without practicing calligraphy for many years.
In her previous life, Su Muyao was tasked with inheriting her family's company, so she was well-versed in various arts from a young age, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
"Mu Yao, you've done a good job relieving the court's burden. Is there anything you want? I'll get it for you later."
Su Muyao was about to speak when Long Yuan interrupted her, "Let's make it clear that money isn't an option, let's talk about something else."
The little dumpling pouted and said, "Tch, then there's nothing else."
What else could he be thinking about besides money? He wanted a prestigious status, but could he give it to him? He was just spouting nonsense.
If it weren't for the fact that he's the young lady's wife, I would have definitely said something to him.
The next day, as they had agreed beforehand, the refugees were first settled in the wasteland that had been allocated to them.
These refugees started causing trouble almost as soon as they arrived in this wasteland.
"What? You government officials just found some wasteland and sent us away, leaving us to starve here?"
"Yeah, the grass here is as tall as a person. There might even be poisonous snakes in there. What are we doing here? Are we just waiting to die?"
Just then, a cute little dumpling stood at the very front of the crowd.
Then I saw a small arm raise a dark-looking thing, and suddenly a loud sound came from inside.
"Everyone, please be quiet and let me finish."
"What is that little kid holding? Why is he making such a loud noise?"
"I don't know, could it be some government official's child causing trouble?"
"Let's hear what this baby has to say. There are so many people around and this little one isn't afraid. He must be quite something."
"Quiet down!" The murmurs in the crowd gradually subsided.
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first. My name is Su Muyao. I am from Liuzhou. I am a county magistrate from Liuzhou who has just moved to the capital."
Although the group of refugees below were suspicious, they did not ask any further questions.
Then the baby at the front shouted, "I know you have to leave your hometown and come to the capital to make a living because of drought."
But as you can see, there are no jobs for you, and the court can only provide you with porridge every day.
But I believe you don't want to live like this forever. You hope to be able to support yourselves with your own hands and have a home of your own in this prosperous land.
Am I right?
Among the crowd below, the women mostly had tears in their eyes.
Yes, their purpose in fleeing to the capital was to find work here and support their children.
To have a small home of my own in this bustling place.
But after arriving, they discovered that everyone here looked down on them.
Even ordinary people in the capital dressed quite properly, at least without any patches on their clothes.
Everyone else seemed to be doing quite well, except for them, who appeared to be worse off than even the beggars on the street.
Several old women in the crowd had already started wiping away tears.
Then you could hear the baby's voice continuing: "Now there's a way out for you, but you'll have to rely on your own hard work."
At this moment, a man below asked, "Little one, where are your parents? Are they hiring?"
Upon hearing this, several burly men in the crowd raised their hands in support: "I can do it, I can endure hardship, I can do any kind of work."
"Listen to me first. I need not just one or two people, but many. And I can guarantee that as long as you are hardworking and reliable, I can't guarantee how good the food will be, but you will definitely be able to eat your fill."
"And if you stick with it for a month, I will pay you your wages in the second month."
The refugees had quieted down; they didn't know if the child could make the decision, but what he said resonated with them.
Being able to have enough to eat is already a distant dream for them.
When the imperial court started distributing porridge, things were not bad at first; at least we could see some grains of rice. Now, we can only find a few grains of rice in a bowl.
Adults can manage to eat it, but these children are still young and growing, how can they endure it?
"Not only that, I will open a larger farm here in the future, and I will also build a private school for children to study."
Just a few words later, it was like a pot boiling over. "What did the head of the household say? She said that as long as we work here, we can support our children's education in the future."
Who wouldn't want their child to attend a private school, so that even if they can only learn a few words, they can find a good job and at least not have to toil in the fields like they do?
At this moment, Old Man Su also loudly began to make a promise: "What my little granddaughter says will definitely come true."
"It's already been resolved in our hometown. As long as you work hard, you'll have everything you need in the future."
I do.
"I would be willing to give no money, as long as my child can learn to read and recognize a few words."
The crowd immediately became bustling, with people saying they were willing.
Some people remained silent, simply observing, unsure whether what a little child said could be taken seriously.
Su Muyao pressed on, saying, "I know you all still have some doubts, but instead of drinking that thin porridge at the city gate every day, why don't you listen to me and work here and try it out? You'll have plenty of food every day."
"Now, if anyone can read, please step forward. I'll assign you some tasks."
At this moment, a few people stepped forward from the bustling crowd. "My name is Tie Niu. I went to school for half a year when I was young, so I can still recognize most common characters."
“My name is Erzhuang. I was a student who could read before I was a child scholar.”
"My name is Mingcai, and I know a few characters..."
After listening to their brief introduction, Su Muyao nodded. "You should first count the number of people, and then clear some weeds from this wasteland."
In addition, she shouted to the refugees, "Aunties, if you have any good cooking skills, step forward!"
I'll bring the cookware over in a bit, and we'll all cook lunch together today.
After saying this, Su Muyao ignored everyone's opinions and went straight back to the carriage, asking her father to take all the pots and pans out to the open space.
Let them have a good lunch first. There's a saying that goes, "If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass."
These refugees were bustling around pulling weeds in the wasteland, but they were all quite anxious, hoping that what the little dumpling said was true.
However, many people also believe that with so many of them, even if there is work, it will only last for two days, and then they will have to find work again.
As the sun gradually rose higher, waves of heat blew in, and even the wind blowing now was hot.
Everyone was soaked to the bone, and some people had already thrown their things on the ground and gone to the base of the big tree.
"I really don't believe a little kid like you. I'm afraid you're just making us work for free, or you're just making fun of us. That's how rich kids are, humph."
"I'm quitting too, whatever."
The group of people who had given up soon smelled the aroma of meat emanating from behind them.
One of them sneaked over, took a look, and then immediately picked up the hoe he had left on the wasteland and continued digging.
After asking around, they learned that, just as the little dumpling had said, they were steaming white steamed buns over there.
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