Following the direction pointed by the Song family steward, Zhu Shun rode a donkey and continued to drive seven or eight miles, and found Song Yingjing next to several piles of straw stacks, but did not see Song Yingxing, the third old man mentioned by the Song family steward.

Next to the straw stacks are three or four sheds, each with a large cauldron boiling steaming bran and brown rice, giving off an enticing aroma.

All the high-quality watered fields and middle fields in Kita-Naoli have lost their fertility and cannot grow anything, not even the weeds that are extremely tenacious.

It's already mid-spring, and the fields should be green, and everywhere you look, it's bare.

In order to help the millions of ordinary people in Beizhili, Chongzhen had issued an edict more than a month ago, ordering the bureaucrats and squires in Beizhili to open porridge sheds and give the people a bite to eat.

It's a pity that there are very few squires who respond, and the Song family, who has always had the habit of opening porridge sheds, has become an outlier among the squires.

Before the emperor issued an edict, he opened a porridge shed here, which was opened for more than a month, saving a large number of ordinary people who had no food to eat.

Song Yingjing tied the wide cuffs of the silk blob on her body to her arms with two ropes, and took a big spoon to personally give porridge to the victims who couldn't survive.

Zhu Shun originally wanted to go over to find him, but there were too many victims who couldn't stand it, and it really made Zhu Shun see what it means to be surrounded by crowds of people.

When the Song family first started to give porridge, the number of people was not large, only a fixed number of a few hundred, and the news of the Song family's soup soup spread all over Shuntian Mansion after a month or two.

In order to survive, the victims of Shuntianfu rushed to the Song family's porridge shed one after another, not to mention 100,000 men, women and children.

When Zhu Shun was riding on a donkey and trying to figure out how to get over, the big housekeeper who escorted the grain happened to pass by, as if he had seen a rescuer.

The chief butler jumped down from the carriage and walked to Zhu Shun's side in a hurry: "Ambassador Zhu, you are here, hurry up and persuade the fourth master of my family." ”

Zhu Shun got down from the donkey's back and looked at him calmly, listening to him what he meant by this persuasion.

The chief housekeeper looked at the victims all over the mountains, sighed and said, "Ambassador Zhu, you also know that the current price of grain is extremely high, and the price of grain bran has risen to one tael of silver and one stone, and brown rice is as high as two taels of silver and one stone. ”

"Up to today, more than 100,000 disaster victims have gathered here, and each person will consume thousands of taels of silver a day according to one pound of grain per day."

"After giving porridge for such a long time, it has already hollowed out the Song family's family in the capital, and the cotton cloth spun by the Song family's workshop every month is not enough for porridge."

"The third master and the fourth master are already ready to sell the family property in the capital, and if this continues, the Song family's weaving workshop will have to be sold to others."

The chief housekeeper was about to continue to say something, but Song Yingjing learned from the family that Zhu Shun was coming, put down the big spoon in his hand, wiped his sweat and walked over from the crowd.

The victims automatically moved out of the way.

Song Yingjing greeted Zhu Shun warmly: "Mr. Zhu is here, have you eaten, if you don't eat, you will deal with two bites here." ”

Zhu Shun looked at Song Yingjing, who was sweating profusely, and couldn't help but persuade: "Fourth brother, it's almost enough, if you sell all your family property because of this incident, you will be said to be a cub who sells Yetian." ”

Song Yingjing didn't speak, just turned around and looked at the men, women, children, and old people who were squatting on the ground and drinking porridge.

Gradually, a warm smile appeared on his face: "My strength is limited, I can't kill the Jurchens, I can't open the granary, all I can do is soup kitchen." ”

"Take out an extra bowl of porridge, and it is a human life."