What's more, just a few years after his good days, he has not forgotten the hard days in the Tao family at all.
Imagine if the Tao family he had worked so hard to support was destroyed by a flood, and the little food he had and the 169 coppers he finally saved were all gone, then he would really want to die. The heart is there.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Can we donate food and clothing to the people in the disaster area?"
"...Not for now, we won't be in the limelight."
Li Qiao shook his head.
He is a small fifth-rank official. If he donates, will other officials donate?
If other officials follow suit and donate, 80% of the time the account will be recorded on his head.
"Can this be considered showing off?" Tao Zhu pursed his lips and frowned.
"Yes, why are we no longer ordinary people?"
Li Qiao said and patted his back gently: "Don't think about these things. It will only increase your worries. What did you do today?"
"...Today I played slide and slide with Xiao Rui at home."
Tao Zhu's voice was very low, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but bury his cheek in Li Qiao's neck.
The people in the disaster area were suffering. He had been playing roller coaster for a long time today. The joy and sorrow were so different that he was embarrassed to talk to Li Qiao at the moment.
Li Qiao understood what he was thinking, smiled and patted him on the back again: "This world is full of suffering. If we keep focusing on suffering, we will not be able to survive this life."
"You have fun, we have our own lives to live."
"Hmm..." Tao Zhu responded as thinly as a mosquito, but his mouth was still pursed. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but said: "We really shouldn't be in the limelight, so can you go to the Holy One and quietly donate food and clothing? "
"No, the noise about food and clothing is too great. Why don't you just donate the banknotes? The noise is small. We don't need His Majesty to publicly praise us. How about you quietly hand over the banknotes to His Majesty?"
Li Qiao: "..."
"How's it going?"
Seeing that he didn't answer, Tao Zhu urged him.
"I'll ask your Majesty tomorrow." Li Qiao said immediately.
This behavior... is stupid.
Really silly.
This world belongs to Sheng Hong, not their husband and wife. There is no need for them to do good deeds and act like thieves.
But Tao Zhu like this made his heart soften and made him want to hold him well.
His bamboo brother is so kind.
In the afternoon of the next day, Li Qiao entered the palace and asked to see Sheng Hong.
After becoming a fifth-rank official, if he wants to enter the palace to see Sheng Hong, he can hand him a sign. If Sheng Hong is willing to see him, then he can see Sheng Hong.
Sheng Hong is a resolute man. He issued an imperial edict last night and asked the third and fifth princes to set off overnight to the disaster area to preside over the local relief work.
Sheng Hong's decree was beyond everyone's expectation. No one expected that he would send out both princes.
The third prince and the fifth prince did not expect it, but the imperial edict was issued. They hurriedly packed their luggage and rushed to the disaster area in a light package.
In addition to the two of them, Sheng Hong also sent four ministers to go together, one of whom was a cabinet bachelor.
Li Qiao was quite satisfied with the list. Even if the third prince and the fifth prince were unreliable, with these four ministers here, there should be no trouble in the disaster area.
The Hall of Seeking Xian.
"Li Aiqing, why are you here today?"
Sheng Hong was reading the book. As he spoke, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Li Qiao.
"Your Majesty, I came home from duty yesterday and talked to my husband about the people who were affected by the disaster. My husband couldn't bear the suffering of the people in the disaster area and wanted to donate some money, but he didn't want to make it public. So I came to see your Majesty and wanted to quietly donation."
"Oh?" Sheng Hong was very surprised after hearing this. He put down the memorial in his hand, looked at Li Qiao for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your husband wants to donate, do you want to donate?"
"I am willing to donate. However, I have many worries, so I didn't say anything yesterday." Li Qiao answered honestly.
As a modern person, when encountering something like this, the first thing that comes to mind is donating money.
But he can't donate at will now.
"You want to do something practical for the people, but you are too worried. This is actually my fault. From now on, you can speak out whatever is on your mind. Although this Hall of Seeking Xian is impregnable, it can still be kept secret from you."
Sheng Hong laughed as he spoke: "Li Aiqing, how much money do you and your husband plan to donate to the people in the disaster area?"
What kind of bad luck did he have? In this imperial examination, Li Aiqing and his wife were singled out.
Pillar.
The real pillar of prosperity!
This is exactly what he needs!
Li Qiao: "..."
Can it really be kept secret?
But now that he's here, he doesn't care whether it's kept secret or not.
Looking at the smile on Sheng Hong's face, he was silent for a second, and then said: "Wei Chen and his wife are willing to donate the proceeds from last year's vermicelli noodles, a total of 220,000 taels of silver."
This was the result of a night of discussion between him and Tao Zhu.
Now that he has made a foolish donation like quietly donating money, the tens of thousands taels are too few to spend. After all, even 220,000 taels can't actually do anything.
It is better to donate more, firstly, it can help more people, and secondly, it can leave a deep impression on Sheng Hong.
Now that the money has been spent, we can't really just help others without thinking about him and Tao Zhu.
With Sheng Hong's personality, he would definitely not get this money in vain.
After Li Qiao finished speaking, Sheng Hong couldn't help but take a picture of the imperial case.
Li Aiqing and his wife are so generous!
This number was much higher than he imagined.
He thought that Li Aiqing and his wife could donate 50,000 taels, but who knew they would be able to donate 220,000 taels of silver!
If the 220,000 taels of silver were divided equally among all the victims, then each victim would receive 220 taels of silver.
A lot, this is really a lot.
And if you use it to buy food, you can buy a lot of food.
"Li Aiqing, I would like to thank you husband on behalf of the people in the disaster area. Don't worry, I will spend all this money on the people in the disaster area, and I will never let anyone be greedy."
He promised Li Qiao with a serious face.
"You and Lao Qi have a good relationship. How about this? I ask Lao Qi to take your money and go to the disaster area in person. How about that?"
"The Holy One will make the decision, and the Seventh Prince will handle the matter. The ministers can rest assured."
Li Qiao said hurriedly.
Now he was really relieved.
The seventh prince is not afraid of the third prince and the fifth prince, and he hates them as much as he hates them. If these two princes want to cause trouble, the seventh prince will never let these two princes get their wish.
Before the seventh prince left, he came to Li Qiao and Tao Zhu to say goodbye.
A rare smile appeared on his face.
He also found someone to donate some money and collected three hundred thousand taels.
Although he is a prince, in terms of money-making ability and family savings, he is absolutely inferior to Li Qiao.
It’s great to have a couple like Li Qiao and Tao Zhu in Dasheng.
Very, very good.
But, how could this couple have a friend like Meng Yue?
Headache.
If it wasn't for the sake of the couple, he would have killed that idiot long ago.
He did take a trip to Beijing to change his mind.
He needs to calm down.
Chapter 132 Li Xia gets married, someone comes from Sanliu Village, full of trivial matters
After the seventh prince, the third prince and the fifth prince went south one after another, the public opinion in the capital about the heavy rain calmed down a lot.
The days of Shengjing people have passed.
Li Qiao and Tao Zhu naturally did the same. With the arrival of summer, the hot drinks in the duck shop were replaced by ice drinks, and the rest remained the same.
Whether it's duck products or dim sum, business is still booming regardless of the season.
Li Qiao and Tao Zhu have become accustomed to this kind of popularity. Almost every day, someone urges them to expand their store and supply more goods.
Especially at the duck shop, even Li Qiao's colleagues would come to him, saying that the business at the duck shop was so good that their family couldn't buy it, and they wanted Li Qiao to prepare more goods.
For this situation, Li Qiao had only one answer: He tried his best.
But in fact, since Tao Zhu became pregnant, he has never taken care of the shop. He and Tao Zhu are not short of money, so why bother to buy people.
But now, after the flood, Tao Zhu wants to expand the store and increase manpower.
"I originally thought we had more money than we could spend in this lifetime, but who knew that during this flood, we donated 220,000 taels of silver, which was 30% of our savings, but it turned out to be a drop in the bucket. Each of the victims can only get 220 cents, so what can they do with this little money? If they want to buy sweet potatoes, they can only buy 110 kilograms."
"Those crops that were destroyed and those houses that need to be rebuilt, how can we just rely on this little money to cover them."
At night, sitting under the candle, Tao Zhu looked through this month's account book and frowned at the profit above.
Too little.
In fact, he and Li Qiao are not rich.
Li Qiao sat next to Tao Zhu, holding a big cattail leaf fan in his hand to fan them both.
