Emperor Jingwen was naturally very moved when he heard that a little girl could come up with such a way to help those refugees.
"A young girl can think of devoting herself to the country and doing her best for the refugees, but there are so many people in the court who are lying on their backs. Every time I think about it, I wish I could cut them into pieces."
"Your Majesty, the disaster situation in Taiyuan Mansion is urgent now. I heard that the second batch of food prepared by the Ministry of Revenue is ready. Mr. Xie has been to Taiyuan Mansion for more than ten days. Do we want to send this batch of supplies?"
"Of course I have to send it! Let the supplies prepared by Madam Xie and Miss Xie go with me. Of course, they must be separated from the court's relief supplies, but the list must indicate how much effort the Xie family has made."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Emperor Jingwen smiled and said: "Your wife is also sensible. Donating so much food this time will not ruin your family."
Zhao Yue smiled with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, even if I really run out of food, I will never come to you to beg for food."
Emperor Jingwen was in a great mood and laughed several times: "Go!"
Going to disaster relief in the middle of winter is a hard job. Not to mention the cold weather, it is also very difficult to carry out disaster relief.
Xie Xiuwen stayed in Taiyuan Mansion for less than half a month and had already lost nearly ten pounds.
It's not that he doesn't eat well, it's just that he works too hard. He basically sleeps for a little more than two hours every day. No matter how carefully his servants take care of him, Xie Xiuwen is still sick.
Mainly in a hurry.
Xie Xiuwen had blisters on the corners of his mouth. Various materials were being transported to the disaster area in a steady stream. However, in the face of hundreds of thousands of victims, these materials were not enough. Just how to distribute these materials was a big problem.
Fortunately, Feng Shu, who came with him, was willing to cooperate with him. Now the victims have been divided into several areas for resettlement. At the very least, they can ensure that everyone can eat two hot meals a day.
In other seasons, there would be no need to worry about keeping out the cold, but not now.
In the middle of winter, we cannot let these people sleep in the ice and snow. If we don't pay attention, after one night, this person will be out of breath.
But the winter in the north is not suitable for building a house. The soil underground is so frozen and hard that it is impossible to dig.
Xie Xiuwen could only try his best to rent a house, set up a simple tent, etc. Even the ten-mile pavilion outside the city was ordered to put some old coarse cloth around it to make a temporary relief shelter.
There is really nothing we can do.
Even so, there are still a large number of refugees who have nowhere to go, and some of them are huddled directly under the walls. It is better during the day, and they don't feel cold when the sun is shining, but at night, these people's hands and feet are so cold that they have no place to go. Stiff.
Seeing people dying every day, how could Xie Xiuwen sit still?
Feng Shu could only advise: "Master Xie, don't be too anxious. From the current point of view, the death toll is declining, and our disaster relief has initially achieved results."
Xie Xiuwen shook his head helplessly. He was only providing disaster relief here in Taiyuan Mansion. He knew that there were many people who could not come to the city at all, but huddled in local shelters.
He has also gone to look around these days, and found that the handling of two counties is still good. At least the number of dead people is also declining, and at least two hot meals a day are guaranteed. But at least drinking a bowl can make people feel warm in their stomachs. Although they may not be full, they can definitely keep food in their stomachs. As long as they stay still, they can last for several hours.
It's not that all the officials in Taiyuan Prefecture are good people, but the Lord just dealt with a group of corrupt officials who colluded with merchants a year ago, and the rest of them don't dare to make mistakes.
The disaster relief work continued until the beginning of March. Most of the refugees had returned to their hometowns, and Xie Xiuwen breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Wu, who had been busy with Xie Xiuwen, also felt a lot more relaxed. Mr. Xie was too honest, and everything was arranged very thoughtfully.
It should be said or not, but from the perspective of Master Wu, as a common man, if there were a few more good officials like this, then everyone's life would be brighter.
At the end of March, Xie Xiuwen returned to Beijing smoothly.
It has been more than two months since I went to Taiyuan Prefecture, and the disaster relief matters have been arranged properly. Returning to Beijing is equivalent to making a meritorious service.
Xie Xiuwen came back this time and brought a brother and sister with him.
The elder brothers of the two siblings are gone, leaving only some distant relatives, but no one wants them.
Xie Xiuwen couldn't say that those relatives were cruel. After all, they had just experienced a catastrophe. If they couldn't protect themselves, how could they control others?
The brother and sister stopped Xie Xiuwen halfway. They were both thin and dark, kneeling on the cold ground and refusing to get up.
In the end, Xie Xiuwen had no choice but to buy the two of them. He was originally unwilling to let them sign a death contract, but the brother and sister were determined to follow him just to repay his kindness. Xie Xiuwen had no choice but to let them go.
In fact, Xie Xiuwen was mainly worried about the two brothers and sisters. They were too young. If he didn't accept them, they would probably have no way to survive.
The elder brother's name is Chen Shuang, and the younger sister's name is Chen Xia. On the third day after Xie Xiuwen arrived at Taiyuan Mansion, he saved Chen Xia's life.
If he hadn't discovered in time that the child had a high fever, Chen Xia would have been dead by now.
These days, it is all too common for a child to die from a high fever.
Chen Xia was young, only five years old now, so Xie Xiuwen thought it would be good to just take her back and let her be a little maid next to Guobao.
Xie Xiuwen retired after his success, and Taiyuan Mansion returned to normal again.
After he left, the governor of Taiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not like he hasn't thought about using the disaster relief funds, but he really doesn't dare.
He has not forgotten the incident where the Holy Emperor ordered to kill a group of officials years ago. He still clearly remembers the scene of blood spurting out from the necks of his subordinates.
The governor did not dare to raise funds for disaster relief. Instead, he was worried that he would find out some of his secrets again, so he was even more cautious.
Sure enough, be careful and sail the boat for ten thousand years.
This time there was finally no danger.
Xie Xiuwen returned to Beijing to deliver the order. Emperor Jingwen kept him talking for a quarter of an hour, and then ordered him to go back to his residence to rest, granting him a seven-day holiday.
Xie Xiuwen is now so thin that he is almost out of shape. The clothes Liu Ruolan sewed for him are now empty.
When Emperor Jingwen saw his image, he naturally felt that this person could be used. There were not many ministers who were willing to do practical things sincerely, let alone this young minister who was talented and capable!
After Xie Xiuwen returned home, he simply freshened up and went to sleep. When he woke up again, he was woken up by Xie Rongzhao's scratches.
"Daddy, get up quickly. There is an edict coming from the palace. You must put on your official uniform to receive the edict."
Xie Xiuwen was shocked to realize that he had slept all night and half a day.
Xie Xiuwen was promoted to the fifth rank, Shizhong. When the news came out, it could be said that it shocked both the government and the public.
(End of chapter)
