Chapter 70: Not a good bird

Style: Historical Author: Wen ZishuWords: 2232Update Time: 24/01/10 10:23:26
Moreover, many of them froze to death on the way to pick them up. Most of those who froze to death were those who were frozen and fainted without anyone taking care of them.

Qiao Shubo and Chu Sheng distributed it themselves, but it was still too slow.

He frowned at the people in Wuyang and muttered, "This won't work. We must ensure that the people's journey to collect them does not exceed a quarter of an hour! At least three more distribution points must be opened! Distribute in different places at the same time!"

Chu Sheng nodded and said, "It's okay to have Uncle Qiao watch over and maintain order here. It won't be a problem for you and me to be responsible for a distribution point respectively. But there is another point, who will watch it?"

Qiao Shubai was also troubled when he heard this. His second brother had not returned from going to pledge the goods, so there was really no one available in the family.

"I'll do it, brother."

A crisp, silvery bell-like sound sounded.

Qiao Shubai looked back.

"Little sister!"

He rushed forward to greet her, his eyes full of worry: "How can you, a married woman, show up in public? Besides, how can your body withstand the cold outside? Moreover, the person in charge of the distribution point must live there. , you are staying out here, and if any disgraceful rumors are spread by evil-hearted people, your reputation will be ruined."

In fact, what Qiao Shubai is most worried about is the last one. He knows his little sister's situation in the Su family better than anyone now.

Especially when she thought of the people and things she mentioned in the premonition dream, the Dong family, Wan Qinghe, the second family member, the Wei family, and the third family member, the Zhong family.

They are not good birds.

Moreover, spreading rumors all depends on one mouth, and a woman's reputation can be ruined so easily.

If the younger sister's reputation is ruined, wouldn't it mean that they just wanted to manipulate her and take her dowry away again?

He couldn't let his little sister suffer like that again!

Qiao Ruanxiang came here to look for her elder brother as soon as she came out of the incense shop. She originally wanted to come and distribute the goods in person.

Moreover, not only did she have to send it herself, but she also had to ask Su Mo to accompany her and take Wan Qinghe with her.

This was an important part of why Wan Qinghe was completely hated by Su Mo.

"I have to come. Since officials and merchants are cooperating to relieve the people, I naturally have to represent the Su family. We can't let the Su family take all the names without contributing money or effort."

She smiled and said softly.

The sound was not loud, but it just fell into the ears of Chu Sheng and some people around him who were receiving supplies.

After Chu Sheng distributed the last bag of charcoal, he patted the dirt on his hands.

Come.

There was already a look of resentment on his face.

"The Su family made a good plan and asked a little girl to help the Su family! Is Su Mo's leg lame or broken? Even if he has a broken leg, he can still use his hands to spread his strength! How can he let Shu Mo? Brother and sister Bai, go on your own!"

Chu Sheng's voice was not as quiet as Qiao Ruanxiang's, but was raised several times.

He shouted so loud that everyone around him could hear him.

Those common people were favored by the Qiao family, and after hearing this, they naturally spoke to the Qiao family and all agreed.

Qiao Shubai's eyes were already full of anger, and his disgust for the Su family reached its peak.

He also said: "Yes, even if he represents the Su family, Su Mo has to come forward! Sister, if you can't say anything, I will go to the Su family to talk to him in person! I think the Su family is in front of me, but there are still I have to ask my sister to represent the Su family on my own!"

Seeing such a fuss, Qiao Ruanxiang decided that enough was enough and hurriedly grabbed her eldest brother.

Relieved, "Brother, don't be angry. My little sister will let him go with you. If he doesn't go, if the people's voices are loud enough for him to hear, he will obey. Don't bother me to go and say it myself."

She comforted her eldest brother a few more times, and his anger subsided a little.

He also said a few polite words to Chu Sheng.

All he said was to thank him for his help in rescuing the people this time. Chu Sheng responded politely, as he should have been harassing Qiao's house for several days.

Then the wind and snow got stronger again, and the sky became foggy.

Qiao Ruanxiang also said goodbye and headed towards Su Mansion.

After getting on the carriage, Qiao Ruanxiang ordered Zhiqiu to inform Jia Yuner that it was time to move.

After she sent Jia Yun'er out of the house by feigning death, her mission was to take in some beggars in the capital who were smart, well-spoken and quick to spread the news.

First of all, these little beggars are too weak to survive even if they go to collect supplies. With Jia Yun'er taking them in, they can at least survive this cold snap.

Secondly, when necessary, they can spread the news they want to spread quietly and quickly.

After all, this little beggar in this prosperous city has the connections hidden in the city's flesh. If used properly, he is an expert at spreading and gathering information.

And Jia Yun'er is the most suitable person to take care of these little beggars.

"Be sure to ask her to spread the news throughout the capital that Su Mo accompanied me to the distribution point today. The momentum should be louder. Also, remember to ask Jia Yun'er to arrange for a slightly older beggar to go to the Imperial City Department to report Su Mo's embezzlement of disaster relief funds tomorrow. .”

It was one thing for her and Su Wu to reach an agreement, but the superficial work should still be done.

Early the next morning.

Qiao Ruanxiang got up early, packed her bags, and prepared to go to the fourth distribution point.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw Su Mo wrapped in rice dumplings.

He wore no less than seven or eight layers of clothes inside and out, and wore a thin cloak outside.

The heavy and bulky clothes are not warm, and they are particularly ugly.

He had a displeased look on his face and an angry look in his eyes.

He stared at Qiao Ruanxiang as he walked over.

Before I even got there, I sneezed several times, almost spitting out mucus from my nose.

The waist was also stretched painfully, and his face was distorted.

When he got there, he said angrily: "Mr. Qiao, what do you mean? Why don't you hold the coal in your hand and not distribute it! Why did you spend ninety-nine taels to buy it? Why didn't you grab it?"

"I have embezzled 20,000 taels of silver and haven't sold it yet. I can't use it. It's just a decoration in my hand. But I don't have any money in my hand, so Qiao, a bitch, started a business at home, selling a pound of charcoal for ninety-nine taels. What's the difference between this and selling it for a hundred taels outside? They're both robbers!"

"As a result, I froze for half the night last night, and now I'm catching a cold!"

"I bought it with my own money, why should I give it to everyone? Besides, grandma is right, and grandma paid for it herself, let alone you."

There was a faint sneer on Qiao Ruanxiang's lips, her eyes were as calm as water, and her voice was light.

Yesterday, when she got up early and saw snow falling outside, she asked Zhiqiu to send someone to Rongshou Yuan for a few days' worth of charcoal fires, as well as some thick quilts and cotton-padded clothes.

I also specifically asked him not to take any money, but to say that he was paid, so that no one from Rongshouyuan would let it slip.

But the old lady was stubborn and insisted on giving money, so Zhiqiu had no choice but to take the money and give it to herself.

Naturally, I couldn't ask for the old man's money, so I converted it into the cost price of purchasing the charcoal fire and gave it to the old lady.

What I bought at that time was one tael per catty, and the old lady gave me 500 taels.

The silver charcoal burned for a long time, but there were still servants, and the old lady had to use thirty kilograms of it in the courtyard in one day.

These five hundred taels are enough for the old lady for half a month.

When the old lady finishes using it, she will send someone to deliver it.

Anyway, when Zhiqiu came back with the banknote, he did receive the money.

There was nothing wrong with her saying that.