Maybe the housekeeper will never forget how moved those villagers when they took out the food, they supported each other, snuggled, grateful, and knelt.

And this time he went, not only to send charcoal in the snow, but also to send his life.

When the housekeeper returned, he didn't even drink a sip of water, so he pulled a few cartloads of grain, gave it to the tenants who had rented and planted the fertile land in Fuzhong, and took some cotton clothes, mainly for the children and the elderly.

And these things are no more, no less, they are enough to save the lives of many people, these people who planted the fertile fields of the Weiguo Mansion, this year there are really fewer deaths, as for other villages, there is really no such good luck.

Houses collapsed, people died, homes were gone, there was nothing to eat, and they starved to death.

Many more froze to death.

Mama He took out all the clothes that Shen Qingci wore before, this is the cotton clothes she wore last year, and she hasn't come to take them out yet, like the clothes of the master in the house, if you don't wear them, they will be taken away by the people in the house, because they are all good clothes, and anyone who has a child at home can wear them.

These are packed up and there is a big box, which doesn't seem like much, but it's a lot.

"Mama, take out your old clothes too, wait for next year, and I'll let someone make a new one for you," Shen Qingci took a piece of clothing and compared it, it was really too short, if she wore it now, it would be almost like a monkey show.

"I took it out a long time ago," Mama He knew what Shen Qingci wanted to do, and she had already asked the people in the house to take out all the old clothes, although they were all old clothes, although they were not too warm, but for the poor people, these were all good clothes that they had never seen.

"Thank you, Mama," Shen Qingci hugged Mama He's arm, her Mama is really the best Mama in the world, even if she does something wrong, even if she is divorced by the public, but for Mama, she is still her good child, her good sister, and her good girl.

Even if she had to exchange her life in the end, she wouldn't blink her eyes, even if she died in the end, in her heart, the girl she brought up with her was still the best.

Mama He gently stroked Shen Shen Qingci's hair, and she really felt sorry for her young lady, without the care of her mother, if she didn't care about it, who could take care of her a little?

"Ah Ning ......"

At this time, the curtain outside was opened, and Shen Qingrong walked in, the cloak she was wearing was covered with snowflakes, but the distance from this yard to another yard had already made so many snowflakes fall on her body, so she knew how big this snow was.

"Sister......" Shen Qingci let go of Mama He's arm, Shen Qingrong also took off the cloak on his body, and let Bian Tingdong hold it, and there were two mothers-in-law holding some things behind him, "I heard that you want to get a porridge shed, so I came over, if the food in the house is enough, if it is not enough, I will go to Junwang's Mansion for a walk." ”

"No need sister," Shen Qingci ran over and grabbed Shen Qingrong's sleeve, the eight-year-old girl was still much shorter than her sister, in fact, she was still a child who could be held in her arms.

"Our family has enough food, so we don't need to borrow it."

Shen Qingci pulled his sister's sleeve again, and the coquettish little appearance was still exactly the same as before, so that Shen Qingrong really didn't know how to hurt her.

So well-behaved, so sensible, and so capable.

"I took out all the clothes I didn't wear, and there were some of them, and I went to Junwang's Mansion once, didn't I just send some new cotton clothes, and I think there are a lot of them there."

"Okay," Shen Qingci naturally would not refuse, and wanted to exchange these new cotton clothes for some old cotton clothes, they were all willing, in fact, there were still some cotton clothes in his hands now, but they couldn't take them out, and now many wealthy families in Beijing did not wear new cotton clothes, if she took these to help the victims, I was afraid that she would really be beaten.

And Shen Qingrong didn't delay, no matter how cold it was outside, she was going to go out, when Princess Jun knew, she was simply ashamed, she was even inferior to a few children, they all thought of the victims outside, but she knew every day that she was around the charcoal fire, laughing with a few daughters, and then eating exquisite snacks made in the house, but she forgot that sentence, at the Zhumen wine and meat, there were frozen bones on the road.

She hurriedly asked people to clean up the old clothes in the house, even the three daughters did not let go, all of them were picked out, and even the children's small clothes were also found.

They don't need them, but there are too many people who can use them and wear them.

And she is also ready to go out to give porridge.

When there is a surplus of food in their house, they can divide a part of it, and they may be able to save a lot of people, and sometimes a bowl of porridge and a bowl of water can really save people's lives.

On the side of Weiguo Mansion, the housekeeper asked his subordinates to build a big canopy at the gate of the house, and also let the kitchen boil porridge.

The firewood in the kitchen was constantly burning, and several large pots of porridge came out, and I don't know where the news came from, their porridge shed was not yet good, and the refugees were all coming.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you may never know that it is such an uncomfortable thing to face these difficulties at the time.

These refugees were hungry and skinny, their clothes were shabby, even the children were the same, their bodies were covered with frostbite, and their outstretched hands were red and swollen, and they were very pitiful.

One person has a bowl of porridge and one steamed bun, and you can eat enough. There are not many clothes in their house, and they can only be given to those old people and children, and there are still sick and weak people, but this porridge, a white-flour steamed bun, can really save the lives of many people.

Shen Qingci took a big spoon and scooped some into a child's small bowl, the child's face was frostbitten, and the person was also small, maybe three or four years old, just like her back then.

"Sister, can I ask for another one?"

The child asked carefully, "My mother and brother are sick. ”

Shen Qingci stretched out his hand and touched the child's hair, and he could feel the unmelted snow on her hair, which seemed to be frozen in ice.

She said to Bai Mei beside her, Bai Mei nodded immediately, and first went to find the house doctor.

Soon after, the government doctor came, also carrying his own medicine box.

"Doctor Yao, you and her went to see, how is the doctor? You use the herbs first, and then ask the housekeeper for them. ”