"Didn't the imperial court send anyone to deal with it? Didn't anyone take care of these refugees?" Xia Luotong frowned and glanced at another wave of refugees huddled on the street corner. There was even a four- or five-year-old child among them. The scrawny father held him tightly in his arms.
"Of course they are sent, but we can't tell how much they can do and how effective they will be." The sneer on Wu Zechen's lips said it all.
Xia Luotong was silent and asked softly: "Are there many people affected by the disaster?"
Wu Zechen paused for a moment, and finally said truthfully: "Many, only a small part of them in the capital, most of them were stopped outside several towns on the outskirts of Beijing, and many died on the way to escape. .”
Although he had guessed that this would be the case, Xia Luotong still felt a bit heavy. Although it seemed like a peaceful and prosperous time, it seemed that it was already rotten inside.
The emperor seems to have put more energy into fearing and suppressing loyal ministers and good generals. This can be seen from the Prince An's Mansion and the Wuning Marquis Mansion where Chu Junxiu is located. As for the people's livelihood, she can't comment too much. After all, What he saw and what he knew was too little, but judging from what he saw during this period, the emperor did not care enough about these matters concerning the people.
"It's been so cold this winter. I'm afraid many of these refugees won't be able to survive this winter, right?" Xia Luotong also asked unbearably, "Not to mention other towns, the capital is at the feet of the emperor. Is it right for the emperor?" Don’t you even know these things?”
Hearing Xia Luotong's question, Wu Zechen had a sarcastic smile on his lips, and slowly said: "The emperor feels that he is a rare wise king, and everything is under his control. Besides, the refugees in the capital are also Not 'much'."
"Isn't that too much?" Xia Luotong frowned tightly, and his opinion of the emperor dropped again. Thinking about the person on the throne he saw in the hall last time, he didn't expect that he would be so disrespectful to the people. Take your life seriously.
She had already seen a lot of refugees along the way, and this was only in a prosperous area. If it were in other places, the number of refugees would be even greater.
Wu Zechen would say this and show such a look, it is obvious that there has been a debate in the court and the final conclusion has been reached.
"As far as the emperor is concerned, these refugees are just a small part of the many people of the Zhou Dynasty. As long as they are given some food, these refugees can be repatriated after the winter passes." Wu Zechen's voice was a little cold.
"Has the imperial court allocated food?"
"The imperial court allocated food, but when it got into the hands of the refugees, it turned into rice soup that was so clear it could shine on people."
Xia Luotong didn't know what else to say since he dared to do this under the eyes of the emperor.
She never thinks that she is a good person, and she takes revenge on her enemies, but she wants to do things within her power that will not make her regret, such as...
"If the public wants to help these refugees, what should they do?" She raised her head and looked at him firmly.
As if he had guessed that she would have such thoughts, Wu Zechen didn't look surprised, and the look in his eyes softened again: "Tong'er wants to help these refugees?"
"Do your best." Xia Luotong nodded and affirmed.
After all, her abilities alone are limited, and even her wallet has just been filled, so she can only try her best to do what she can do without any regrets.
"Usually, they set up porridge shacks to give out porridge, or distribute some warm clothes. Most wealthy families do this, but most of them do it just for show. After a few days, the porridge shacks get a good reputation and then they are removed. But it can have some effect." Seeing Xia Luotong's move, Wu Zechen added, "The palace has arranged manpower to set up porridge sheds at the four city gates. You don't have to worry, the palace's porridge The huts will remain in place until the weather gets warmer and the refugees return home."
Xia Luotong understood what Wu Zechen meant, which was to tell her that the palace was already doing this, but she never felt that she was from Prince An's palace.
"I want to do this too, is that okay?"
Wu Zechen couldn't see what she was thinking. Although he felt a little helpless, he still looked at her with soft eyes and said, "Yes, you can do this in your own name."
However, he didn't expect that Xia Luotong shook his head, thought for a moment and then said: "I don't want to be too public, so I don't plan to do this in my own name. Why not do it as the owner of the restaurant that is about to open?" Just do it.”
Although Xia Zhihe knew that the restaurant belonged to her, as long as Mrs. Li was still there, he would not dare to tell the truth about the matter easily, otherwise he would not be able to explain it.
"As long as you are happy, is there anything you need my help with? Can I allocate some manpower for you to use?" Wu Zechen didn't want her to be tired because of this.
"It shouldn't be necessary. I already have some ideas. I should be able to ask people from the Wuyi tribe to do this. I think they would be willing to pay them some wages." Xia Luotong had already begun to think about it. made specific arrangements.
"Okay, you can go to them. If you need me, just ask." Wu Zechen looked at her thinking seriously, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.
Although she is good at using poison and is extremely ruthless when it comes to using her hands, she can always control the scale, stick to her heart, and have kind thoughts, just like when she is faced with He Jingyao and others who always find trouble for her. At that time, she only gave them small punishments and big warnings, but never really harmed their lives.
No matter which side of her she was, he was fascinated by her. He didn't know when, but her figure was already filled in his mind, making it difficult to forget.
He hoped that she would be free to do what she wanted, while he would quietly accompany her along the way.
Since he planned to do this, Xia Luotong did not delay. He started making preparations the next day and contacted the manager Lian Zhoulian of the Wuyi tribe.
Lian Zhou agreed without saying a word, and immediately discussed the details. After arranging all the necessary matters, the operation started on the same day.
The porridge shed is not complicated. After setting up the shed at a designated location, just arrange for a few people to cook and divide the porridge, so Xia Luotong also set up porridge sheds near the four city gates.
In comparison, buying used clothes was more troublesome, but fortunately the Wuyi tribe had a large number of people, so it didn’t take much time to disperse to various parts of the capital to buy used clothes. In the end, these used clothes were sent to the porridge shed. distributed to refugees in need.
While Xia Luotong was busy with this matter, the Xia Mansion's banquet invitation was delivered to Prince An's Mansion. The date was set for the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, which was only a few days away.
