Shen Zhuo's heart palpitated for a while, his feet went weak and he fell straight to the ground.
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?" Lu Waner hurriedly supported Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo's pale face frightened several people around her. Everyone helped her go to the corridor of the academy.
Shen Zhuo gradually fell into a trance, and the events of her previous life reappeared before her eyes like a fleeting glimpse. The carriage was pierced by random arrows, blood, blood all over the floor, and fire all over the sky... She stared at the faces, stubbornly and fiercely resisting in her heart: No, no, it will change. of! It will definitely change!
Isn’t the third sister fine now? If you can avoid tragedy, you must!
In the chaos, Shen Zhuo bared his teeth, like a cruel little beast, with a fierce look in his eyes for the life he wanted to protect.
The nails dug deeply into the palm of his hand, and the sharp stinging brought back Shen Zhuo's consciousness. Her eyes gradually became clearer, and then she saw five anxious faces surrounding her.
"Jiaojiao, are you feeling better?"
Meng Qinglian held a handkerchief in her hand and kept fanning Shen Zhuo, her eyes full of worry.
Shen Zhuo twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled weakly.
"I didn't have breakfast this morning. I was hungry and a little dizzy."
Seeing that Shen Zhuo's expression slowly softened, Lu Waner felt relieved. Then they all took out things from the food boxes they brought and gave them to Shen Zhuo to eat.
Shen Zhuo was eating and thinking about something. Suddenly, she turned to look at Xiao Yushu.
"Yushu, are there any dividends from the script we wrote for Yuyuan?"
"Yes, another 150 taels of silver notes were delivered two days ago. I have saved them all. Added together, there are almost 500 taels." Xiao Yushu replied.
"Let's use this money to set up a charity." Shen Zhuo said.
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment.
Kyoto is located in Wangjing Plain, where the Cangjiang River and the Xishui River meet. Therefore, Kyoto is surrounded by thousands of miles of fertile fields, fertile land, extremely rich products, convenient transportation, and frequent trade exchanges, making it a prosperous place.
Since the founding of the capital, there have been few famine years in Kyoto, and every household in Kyoto can be said to be well-off and well-fed.
So, what is the purpose of running a charity hall?
"Why do we need to set up a charity hall?" Everyone was puzzled.
Shen Zhuo knew that the only opportunity for Zhang Jingyi and the others to do good deeds during the year was to go to the temple with their elders at the end of the year and the beginning of the year to give alms. The money given was money, not food or clothing, and it was for good luck, not relief.
Shen Zhuo also knew that there were actually refugees in Kyoto. They did not have enough to eat, did not wear warm clothes, and did not have three meals a day. However, they had never seen these people.
If it wasn't for a new life, Shen Zhuo wouldn't know.
Xu Haozhi is one of these refugees. His nickname is Hutou, because when he was born, he had the head of a tiger and the brain of a tiger. He was very strong and cute. Xu Haozhi also had a nickname, "Mouse", because he later became a refugee and could not afford to eat every day, so he grew thin and small, not much bigger than a little mouse.
Xu Haozhi has been living among the homeless for as long as he can remember. According to his mother, his family was originally a farmer in Xujiatun, a border town in the north. In the past five or six years, the war in the north has continued, so they fled to Kyoto and became refugees.
Although the imperial court allocated a plot of land in the southern suburbs of Kyoto to resettle the refugees, it also distributed food regularly. But in recent years, wars have been going on on both the north and south fronts, and more and more refugees have gathered. The little things the court has distributed are simply a drop in the bucket and of little use.
Shen Zhuo cleared his throat and said seriously: "The people Wei Qian hired to kidnap me are refugees."
"so what?"
Everyone was confused and still puzzled.
"So, this means two things." Shen Zhuo stretched out two fingers in a serious manner.
"First, there are many refugees in Kyoto, and they include young and old."
"Two, there are many capable people among these refugees."
Wen Mingyun thought: "Jiaojiao means to set up a charity to specifically help these capable people?"
"What kind of skill is sneaking around?" Lu Waner said disdainfully.
"If you can really steal a chicken or touch a dog, that's really a skill." Xiao Yushu said with a smile.
"Even if it is a skill, it is a shameless skill." Meng Qinglian raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at Xiao Yushu, habitually looking for trouble.
"Instead of helping these people, it's better to give the money to students from poor families or talented people who are down and out. Maybe you can still win something." Zhang Jingyi found another way.
"Yes, yes, I also think it's good to help talented people." Lu Waner immediately nodded her head in agreement.
Shen Zhuo looked at the two of them speechlessly.
She proposed to build a charity hall for the refugees, but it was not because of a sudden enthusiasm, but because of the appearance of Zhang Laoqi, she suddenly thought of Xu Haozhi.
In the previous life, Xu Haozhi had a team of refugees with strong intelligence and street fighting abilities, who made great contributions to Xiao Yi's ascension to the throne.
She remembered that Xu Haozhi complained to her later about how difficult life was as a refugee. He had no food or clothing, so he could only steal and rob, and he had to be beaten a lot.
Xu Haozhi is a man who values love and justice, who is both loyal and chivalrous. Shen Zhuo wanted to help him, although he didn't know where he was now.
Although Xu Haozhi got to know Xiao Yi very early, Xiao Yi, even though he was a prince, was still very poor. Before marrying Shen Zhuo, he could not spare much money to support Xu Haozhi.
Of course, Shen Zhuo also had selfish motives for wanting to build a charity hall.
Her eyes swept around several people, then she blinked and stretched out her fingers to hook them.
The remaining five people looked at each other for a few times, and then gathered around Shen Zhuo with confused expressions.
"The people around you are all arranged by your family, right?" Shen Zhuo said.
Everyone nodded.
"Your monthly money is all given by your family, right?" Shen Zhuo continued.
Everyone continued to nod.
"What if one day, the family stops giving money and stops giving money?" Shen Zhuo asked.
"How is that possible!" Lu Waner immediately retorted without even thinking about it.
"Shut up." Meng Qinglian covered Lu Waner's mouth with her backhand, and then said to Shen Zhuo, "Jiaojiao, go on."
Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said seductively: "Don't you want to have someone of your own?"
“Isn’t it good to use the money we earn to support our own people?”
Everyone looked at each other for a few times, but said nothing. They were all thoughtful.
"Besides, what's good about being a scholar? Can he go hunting in the mountains or go to the fields to plant rice?"
"If you can't carry it on your shoulders or lift it with your hands, what's the use of it? You can only lie to the lady in the storybook." Shen Zhuo continued to encourage.
"Jiaojiao, who do you want to raise?" Zhang Jingyi asked.
"Of course they are people who are useful at critical moments!" Shen Zhuo said.
"What about?" Wen Mingyun looked at Shen Zhuo.
"For example, Wei Qian used Zhang Laoqi this time." Shen Zhuo also looked at Wen Mingyun.
Wen Mingyun is the smartest and the best strategist among them. Sure enough, Wen Mingyun immediately understood Shen Zhuo's true intention.
"Jiaojiao, do you mean to let us have our own power outside of the family's power?" Xiao Yushu also looked sideways at Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo nodded.
Lu Waner said cautiously: "Then, can you raise a soldier? My own kind."
Meng Qinglian covered Lu Waner's mouth again.
"I think it will work." Wen Mingyun said slowly.
"Yes, I agree." Xiao Yushu clasped her fingers lightly.
"Then do it!" Lu Waner clenched her fist.
"Can I raise a pretty girl?" Meng Qinglian raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"What's your name? Come on, come on, pick a loud one." Zhang Jingyi looked excited.
Six cardamom girls clapped their hands in the corridor of Mingshan Academy and decided on their charity hall: Jishan Hall! The faces of several people all showed the pride and excitement of doing great things behind their parents' backs.
Ten years later, the situation in Kyoto will be turbulent as several princes compete for the throne.
Thinking about the ending of his friends in his previous life, Shen Zhuo's eyes felt sour. If there is still a fight for the right to inherit the throne in this life, she hopes that this move of hers will have some effect.
At least, keep them safe.
