Ning Zhiyuan believes that there are definitely not many people in this world who have feelings for the Ming Dynasty, but if it is a foreign attack, people will still be willing to choose the Ming Dynasty and choose this court that makes them unable to eat, which is an obsession hidden in the blood.

Of course, if it is another Han court, it is a different matter.

Li Dingfang thought for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile, "I don't know anything, I only know that you will take care of our brothers' meals in the future." ”

Ning Zhiyuan smiled.

In my imagination, not far from the outskirts of Nanjing, there will be an extra soup kitchen. For one month.

This is Ning Zhiyuan's idea, within a month they will be here waiting for the disaster victims to come, and when they meet some young people they like, they will deliberately leave them behind, and then pass the screening, in his opinion, these young people who come to beg for porridge are much better than those who join the peasant army.

But the first thing to consider was the problem of eating, and he estimated that he would have to recruit at least 2,000 people, and it would not work to rely on sixty taels in his pocket. But he still took another fifty taels of silver out, and asked the two brothers to buy utensils, which should have several cauldrons, after all, it was only gruel.

Returning to his dilapidated courtyard, the sound of the piano in the house stopped, Xing Yuanyuan ran out eagerly, and said to Ning Zhiyuan with some joy, "Brother Ziyu, a few little guys came just now and sent a lot of money." ”

Ning Zhiyuan shuddered, maybe he thought too much, he thought that it was really dangerous to put Xing Yuanyuan alone at home, perhaps, if he earned some more money, he could change to a big house, and he would be relieved to call Li Dingfang and them over. Then he asked, "What money?" "He's very sensitive to the word money now, after all, the kind of pen polishing that comes from writing poems is not a long-term job.

Xing Yuanyuan took out a few pockets and counted them, "There are seven in total, seven hundred taels of silver, are those" Speaking of this, his face suddenly became a little unhappy, "The boss of the Qinglou sent someone to send it, saying that they used the couplet of Brother Ziyu." ”

Xing Yuanyuan was a little unhappy, what did Brother Ziyu do when he went to Qinglou, and it was not easy for people to escape from there!

Ning Zhiyuan is very happy, it seems that these people in ancient times were still very particular about copyright. With this silver, the urgent need has finally been solved. As for this girl's temper, let her be.

Spent two hundred taels of silver to buy a large mansion not far from the city, with more than twenty rooms, the seller seemed very happy to do this business, the years were not good, the family was already unable to make ends meet, this money can save a little money and survive.

The Li Dingguo brothers were very surprised when they saw Xing Yuanyuan, they knew that Ning Zhiyuan was an orphan, but they didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful little girl, which made them think about it.

So the group of four moved into what seemed to them to be a very large house.

lived in a big house, Li Dingguo was very happy, Li Dingfang was also very happy, but Xing Yuanyuan was very unhappy, because he couldn't live in the same room with Brother Ziyu anymore, Ning Zhiyuan was too unhappy, and the reason was roughly the same.

The disaster relief pavilion was opened a few days later, and at the end of the first day, Ning Zhiyuan calculated that there were no less than 6,000 people who had been relieved, and the silver consumption was less than twenty taels, this data surprised him and made him even more chilled.

A poem of one's own can feed these six thousand people for a month, how can so many people starve to death. Those wealthy businessmen with assets of tens or millions of dollars have gone there.

It seems that the low status of merchants in this era is not accidental, but inevitable.

In one day, more than 50 people were selected from among the refugees, and he believed that more and more refugees would come in the future.

At night, in the desolate land, it is autumn. A group of people gathered around a campfire.

Ning Zhiyuan asked, "I let you eat enough, but I want to know what your name is and why you came to Jinling, answer one by one." ”

A tall and strong man replied, "I am from Shanxi, my name is Zhu Dazhu, and there is no hair left there, and I haven't caught up with the rebel uprising, so I came here." ”

Everyone laughed, but Ning Zhiyuan nodded secretly.

"My name is Sun Dachang, a native of Gansu, and I didn't catch up with the uprising."

"My name is Liu Neng, a native of Shanxi, I don't want to rebel"

Listening to these simple and thoughtful words, Ning Zhiyuan can basically distinguish the character characteristics of these people, you are hungry and anxious, can you still consider rebellion or not? Those who say they don't want to rebel like to be cautious.

Let Li Dingfang write down a few people he liked, and then go home with Li Dingfang's brothers, as for these fifty people, they set up a marching tent for them in the jungle during the day, and they lived here, which was nothing to do.

After a day's work, Ning Zhiyuan slept directly until the next morning, the Li brothers had already gotten up, and Li Dingguo was squatting on the horse, which was a good habit, and it was still Ning Zhiyuan's cooking.

Li Dingguo ate porridge and said vaguely, "Why don't Zhiyuan buy a maid and come back, you are a little rich man now." ”

Ning Zhiyuan also felt that it was necessary, but it was still difficult for him to choose from those refugees.

"Pay attention to the soup kitchen today, and there is a prescription, and bring the dozen or so people I picked out yesterday to buy food and see how their character is."

Li Dingfang nodded, he felt more and more that this young man who was one year younger than him had wisdom and vision beyond ordinary people, and many of the methods were simple and practical.

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The soup kitchen is going on in an orderly manner, and Ning Zhiyuan basically doesn't care, if Li Dingfang can't do this well, he will be very disappointed, what he does the most is to observe the behavior of those refugees when they are queuing and the information released in their eyes.

The eye is the window to the soul, and he can project a person's heart.

Half of the time of a month has passed, and the number of people selected has reached 1,500 people, which greatly exceeds Ning Zhiyuan's budget, but fortunately, the house has selected six maids, and they don't look very beautiful, at least they have long eyebrows and clear eyes. He is still very satisfied with this.

At night, Li Dingfang and Ning Zhiyuan were sitting in the courtyard, and Li Dingfang suddenly said, "Zhiyuan, I want to know why you value us brothers so much?" Ning Zhiyuan, who was eating tea, was stunned and said seriously, "Because you have suffered too much." ”

Li Dingfang deserves to be Li Dingfang, and suddenly realized.

"I've always felt that it's too dangerous to recruit people now, what do you think?"

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, and then shook his head again.

I don't have any guards on half an acre of land now, which is indeed a bit ridiculous.

"There are some things, no matter how dangerous they are, they have to do it, besides, two thousand people, just drill into any ravine and disappear."

The moonlight like water shone on the ground, and the shiny things on the ground caught his attention, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but step forward and squat down to take a look, it was a pile of ordinary sand.

"It's just a pile of sand." Ning Zhiyuan muttered to himself. He returned to the table and picked up the white teacup.

Teacup? Sand?

Ning Zhiyuan suddenly smiled, I can make glass, this will be without glass, I remember that in history, it seems that Wei Zhongxian has a glass cup that is worth ten thousand gold.

Why didn't he think of it before, Ning Zhiyuan decided to start practicing tomorrow and restore the little bit of fur chemistry knowledge that existed in his brain.

For liberal arts students, this is a long way to go.

Yes, it works, right?