Weiyang City is different from other cities in that it drives refugees into the darkest corner. Instead, the refugees who have not been resettled into houses are placed in the city with the sunniest, most convenient transportation and the flattest ground.
Even the tent was set up in a planned manner. The items inside and outside the tent were uniformly distributed. Even if there were only the old, weak, sick and disabled in a household, there were still people to help take care of them.
The first thing Yan Qing and Zhaoxia noticed were the women in Weiyang City, whose faces were filled with hopeful smiles.
Groups of women hurried past them, carrying bundles and heading in one direction.
Zhaoxia couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Xing, where are they going?"
Xingluo pointed to the corner of the market in front, "There is a carriage station in front. There are carriages in Weiyang City that will be distributed every half column of incense according to the fixed route. These women are employees of the textile factory, and it will be time to start work soon. There will be a few more carriages at that time. The current carriage operation is regarded as the infrastructure of Weiyang City, and it is to save everyone's time. Sometimes I will also sit and go to the administrative department."
Zhaoxia looked at it and marveled, "The textile factory just lets them do the work of the weaver girl? Does Weiyang City need a lot of textiles?"
"This fairy doesn't know something. According to our calculations and deductions, this winter will be difficult. We are afraid that many people will freeze to death. Now the textile factory is working hard to make quilts and clothes for everyone. Although there are many female workers, they work every day There is a lot of work, but there are already 60,000 people in Weiyang City. If we want these 60,000 people to spend this winter safely, we will have to rely more on everyone's joint efforts during this period."
Zhaoxia looked at the energy of these women, and her heart felt warm for some reason.
"Although it is true that men farm and women weave, I don't know why, but I always feel that these women live happier lives than I have seen before."
Xingluo smiled knowingly and explained patiently: "There are many types of work in Weiyang City. In addition to manual work such as farming and construction, there are also manual work such as textiles, medicine, and education, and mental work. There is no distinction between men and women in recruitment. You work more and you get less, you work less and you get less. In the face of this disaster, it is already very difficult for everyone to survive. Who has time to care about all the red tape?"
Yan Qing on the side nodded and agreed: "City Lord Mu is just giving everyone a fair chance."
Along the way, Yan Qing, a walking monk, has a deep respect for Weiyang City and even for Mu Zixiao. It is because he has truly seen how Weiyang City treats people and treats everyone as a human being. Only then did he trust Mu Zixiao from the bottom of his heart and was willing to entrust his life to this city.
Lingquanzhai is not far away. Every few steps, we arrive, and a group of hot-tempered women come face to face.
The leader was Chunhua. Chunhua hurriedly said, "Why did Mr. Xing really let us monks walk over? They didn't take care of themselves well. This will make Mr. Huafu angry."
"Yes, yes, those of us who work in logistics and the medical ladies in the house are all anxiously waiting."
Xingluo smiled apologetically, "I didn't think carefully. I just wanted to let everyone see more of Weiyang City, and gain more understanding and trust."
"What's the matter? Let's treat the injury first!" Chunhua smiled brightly at Yan Qing, "This must be Fairy Yan. Just now, several monks were anxious to ask if you were back. Go and have a look at the medical lady. , and then take care of yourself, we have clean clothes ready here."
The round-faced girl next to Chunhua also moved closer to Zhaoxia and introduced her enthusiastically.
There is a one-to-one receptionist next to each monk. The monks who had experienced a lot in Doumei City lowered their guard in front of the mortal woman who was also weak but full of vitality. Wrapped in enthusiasm and warmth, treated with kindness and caution, these women who have experienced escape are as attentive as their hair, every word is just right, and every action is heart-warming.
Whether they were monks who were once imprisoned or mortal women without spiritual roots, they were once weak people, but now they meet and encourage each other, as if there are no obstacles that they can't overcome. In this Lingquanzhai, an indescribable power slowly gathered.
