Wang Xiao conspired with Fu Qingzhu for a while, then suddenly looked out the window and frowned slightly.

The teahouse where the two of them are located is located near the city gate. Due to a rebellion, the gates of the city were closed, and the streets were actually quite deserted. But at this time, where Wang Xiao's eyes fell, there was a man who was riding a horse.

"Does the colt know the man?" Lord Fu Qing asked.

Wang Xiao nodded: "The partner in the business, the ninth child of the He family." ”

I heard that He Wan went to sea, but I didn't expect to come back so soon. Although it was far away at this time, Wang Xiao also felt that he was tired.

Fu Qing said: "I have also heard about the He family, the old man He was sick a while ago, and now the business is in the hands of Changfang." ”

Speaking of this, Wang Xiao thought about it and called another guard to investigate.

After a while, the guard replied: "Horses, the city gate is closed, and He Wan entered the capital with a letter from Lu Cifu. ”

"Now it's Shousuke." Wang Xiao corrected.

Then he and Fu Qingzhu glanced at each other very tacitly, and smiled maliciously.

……

After talking for a long time, Fu Qing took a carriage out of the city and went to the industrial park.

The scene along the way was bleak, and he sighed, lowered the curtain and couldn't bear to look at it again.

After crossing the Jinyuan Bridge, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Fu Qingzhu lifted the curtain to look, but saw a group of people surrounding a child selling firewood.

The child was ragged, skinny, and sad, with two large bundles of firewood behind him for sale.

He found a sheltered place and lit a bonfire to attract business, so many poorly dressed refugees gathered around him to keep warm. Most of them are just rubbing warm, and there is no intention of buying firewood.

Many of them were coughing, and although there were many people who contracted typhoid fever in winter, it was difficult to tell whether they were infected with plague or not.

The men had blocked half of the way, and when they saw a carriage passing by, they shrank back and got out of the way.

Fu Qingzhu didn't leave, put on a mask, and asked people to call the child.

He came and went to the capital, and he had actually seen this child several times.

The two spoke from a distance, and Fu Qingzhu asked, "Why didn't you wear the mask you distributed last time?" ”

The boy was a little alarmed and muttered, "I...... I replaced two copper plates. ”

Master Fu Qing frowned, the cost of these masks sent out was far more than two copper plates, and he worked hard to raise money and get materials, but it was always like this......

He then said unhappily: "The old man told you last time, what if one of these people is carrying the plague when you are doing business here and attracting refugees to gather?" Why don't you listen to the prohibition of gathering several times? ”

The boy lowered his head, retracted his hand, and said abruptly, "I want to sell these firewood for money." ”

Fu Qing saw that there were a lot of cuts on his body, and he also knew that it was not easy to pick up some firewood in the cold, so he sighed and said, "Firewood is wet in this weather, who will buy it from you?" And how much can it be exchanged? ”

"But I'm not going to do anything else." The boy had his head down, almost crying.

Fu Qingzhu couldn't bear it in his heart, and Wen Yan asked: "I have asked people to come a few times to accept refugees to work in the industrial park, there are some light jobs you can do, there is food and shelter, why didn't you go?" ”

"I ......" the child's head was buried lower: "My mother is not in good health and can't work." But only those who can work can live in the industrial park, and we have to queue up like this. Although I earn more than I sell firewood, Mentougou is too far away to rush back every day to take care of my mother. Old gentleman, I'm not lazy, really, I'm going to get up before dawn to collect firewood......"

As he spoke, he became anxious, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Lord Fu Qing sighed, reached into his arms to touch some silver, and thought of the words he had promised Wang Xiao.

There are too many people in this world to be relieved, how can they be saved by giving alms one by one? Fu Qingzhu didn't understand the principle of cash-for-work, but since he saw it......

The child was already kneeling on the ground and said, "I know who the old gentleman is, those refugees came back to persuade the big guys to come over, saying that the old gentleman has saved countless people, so that everyone has food and clothing, led them to prevent the plague, and then saved more people." I also know that I have caused trouble for the old gentleman......"

As he spoke, he burst into tears and whimpered, "I know what I did was wrong, but I ...... But I can't help it. If these firewood can be exchanged for three or five copper plates, my mother and I will have something to eat. Sir, I know I'm wrong, but if I don't sell firewood, my mother will be hungry......"

He grew speechless.

Lord Fu Qing asked, "You can't share the house, do you blame us?" ”

The boy shook his head and cried, "No complaints. Those who can work can produce more food and clothing, and they will get better and better. They said that in a few days, someone like me who could work alone would be able to divide the house. ”

"How can you understand this?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." The boy cried, "Sir, you are obviously for the good of people like us, but I haven't done anything, and I'm still causing trouble for you, and I can't understand why I'm such a person." When disaster comes, someone is in front to protect others, but this other person is still adding chaos. I...... However, I am afraid that my mother will starve to death......"

Fu Qingzhu mourned in his heart.

He pouted and muttered in a low voice: "It's hard for you child, young age, experiencing hardship, especially don't complain." ”

The guards guarding the carriage were holding knives in their hands, and they were very nervous to guard against someone approaching Master Fu Qing.

Wang Xiao had repeatedly told them: If any unquarantined person approaches Mr. Fu, one person will have fifty rods; If Mr. Fu is allowed to make a little mistake, he will cut it all.

At this time, Fu Qingzhu looked at the guards and blades that separated him from the child, and suddenly felt a little sad.

In the end, he finally spoke: "You take your mother and follow me to the industrial park." The old man's house will be given to you to live in......"

He knew that this would reach Wang Xiao's ears.

I made an agreement with him, and I turned my head and went back on my word.

Maybe Wang Xiao knows a lot of unpredictable things, or maybe the decision he made was made after calm thinking.

but

I may be able to prove to him that there are always many living people who are worth breaking the rules to save.

Because compared with calm decision-making, living life can deduce more possibilities......

~~

After Fu Qingzhu left, Wang Xiao sat alone in the teahouse for a while.

Geng Dang, who was guarding the side, swept around with a very serious gaze.

"Don't do that, I won't get lost this time."

Geng Dang said: "I will protect the horse in the future." ”

"Sit, have a cup of tea and we'll go." Wang smiled, he looked out the window, and said to himself: "Actually, I know what Mr. Fu will do, but, anyway, I said it hard." ”

The young man said, sighing in his heart with some distress: "If you go further, you will lose your heart, and if you take a step back, you will be too weak." It's so hard to be a superior person......"