It's cold, but sometimes people's hearts are colder. As the so-called Zhumen wine and meat stink, there are frozen bones on the road. The mansions of the wealthy families are still full of big fish and meat every day, singing and dancing, but the beggars on the roadside are unable to wear a warm cotton coat, eat a full meal, and have no tile to cover them.

Early this morning, Tranquility brought Leng Qiu and Leng Yue to the street. Quiet found that there were many more unkempt beggars in the streets, who shivered in the bitter cold wind. They looked at the people passing by, their eyes full of anticipation, hoping that someone would give them some alms, even if it was a shabby cotton coat or a dry and hard nest. Quiet had some doubts in his heart, there were beggars in this city in the past, but there were not so many, where did all the extra people come from?

The three of them went straight to a teahouse, the news spread very slowly in this era, and the fastest way to get the news was the teahouse.

The three of them came to the building, found a table in the corner of the hall, sat down, ordered a pot of tea, called two plates of melon seeds, and listened to the chatter of others while drinking tea.

"Brother Wang, do you know what's going on outside? How can I see that there are more and more beggars in the city these days? And I've heard that there are more beggars at the foot of Lingyin Temple outside the city. Not far from them sat three men, one of whom asked the man next to him.

"Brother Liu, what kind of beggar is that? It was a refugee who had fled from Liaodong. A few days ago, an old watch of mine came from Liaodong, and he said that Liaodong was in full swing at this time. This damn Dayan actually united with the grassland people and wanted to take our city, and the Xiao family army led by the prince of war was fighting with the enemy army at this time. Alas, what iniquity! I don't know how many people will die in this battle? It is these ordinary people who suffer the most. Although he fled to this Qingzhou Mansion, I don't know if I can survive this cold winter? The man surnamed Wang shook his head and sighed as he spoke.

"I heard that Master Lichen of Lingyin Temple asked the monks in the temple to build a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain to shelter those who fled from the cold, and also built a porridge shed at the bottom of the mountain, and is giving porridge to those who have fled. I guess these people will be better off! Another person at the table spoke.

"Master Lichen is the reincarnation of a living Buddha and has a compassionate heart. If everyone in the city can be like Master Chen, then these refugees will be able to survive this calamity. The man surnamed Wang said with some emotion.

"Brother Wang, what you said can only be thought about. Although there are many wealthy families in this city, how many people are willing to give alms to these refugees? They only drink wine and eat meat, who cares whether others are dead or alive? The man surnamed Liu shook his head as he spoke, looking angry but helpless.

"None of this is something we can worry about. Come, on this cold day, let's drink a cup of hot tea to warm up! A few people digressed the conversation and moved on to other things.

The rest of the people in the hall were also talking, some fearing that the beggars outside would freeze to death and starve; There are also people who are worried about the soldiers who are fighting in Liaodong; Some people are even worried about whether this war will end before the end of the year.

Quietly listening to people's discussions, but there have already been turbulent waves in my heart. No wonder Xiao Qifeng didn't write to her during this time? Is it any wonder that she has been restless these days? It turned out that Dayan had united with the grassland. In this way, wouldn't Xiao Qifeng and his Xiao Jiajun be under a lot of pressure? Thinking about the sword without eyes on the battlefield, and thinking that this year is the year of Xiao Qifeng's calamity, his quiet mind can't calm down.

I was worried and anxious, but I couldn't do anything, and I couldn't help much. Thinking quietly of what those people said just now, and thinking of the grain and cotton clothes on Zhuangzi, she had a plan in her heart. Xiao Qifeng, since I can't help you with anything else, I can't share your worries, then I will do my best to pray for you, I hope my good deeds can move the heavens, accumulate some blessings for you, and keep you safe. With a plan in his heart, he couldn't stay quiet for a moment, and quickly returned to the mansion with Leng Qiu and Leng Yue.

When he returned to the mansion, he quietly ordered him to let the housekeeper Tongfeng and the people in the mansion build a long shed at the entrance of the mansion, and let several large pots of porridge boil in the kitchen, and from today on, give porridge to these refugees who have fled.

For several days, Quiet led the people in the house to be busy from morning to night, giving porridge and clothes to the refugees who had fled. And the people in the neighborhood are also some big and wealthy families. Seeing that Jing Jing led the people in the house to give porridge and clothes, they all set up porridge sheds to make porridge.

night

Quietly huddled in the soft quilt, thinking about how many people would freeze to death in this cold winter? Thinking about this war, how many soldiers will be buried on the battlefield? Thinking of this moment, Xiao Qifeng, who was still fighting ahead, lay quietly on the bed tossing and turning.

She can't help with things on the battlefield, so she can help these refugees. But how can you help? With her strength alone, even if she gives everything she has, how much can she help? After all, the power of one person is too small. The quiet mind can't help but sigh, it's better in modern society, as long as one party is in trouble, it will come to the aid from all directions.

Yes, if one side is in trouble, all sides will come to help! Her strength alone is limited, but she can mobilize everyone to contribute money and efforts together, and after thinking of a good way, her quiet heart finally has a little relief and comfort.

Early in the morning, I dressed quietly and set off to the Lingyin Temple outside the city. At the foot of the mountain, he left Leng Qiu and Leng Yue to watch the carriage. Quiet looked up at the long staircase ahead, took a deep breath and walked up.

Quietly walked quickly, and at the same time, she was thinking in her heart, just now at the foot of the mountain, she had already seen the monks of Lingyin Temple giving porridge, and also saw the rows of newly built thatched houses. It's just that the food in this temple is limited after all, and I don't know how long it can last? When they can't hold on, what will happen to the refugees? Waiting for the imperial court to allocate relief food? Hum! I am afraid that it will be exploited layer by layer, and there will be very few in the hands of refugees. Do we want to watch these refugees starve to death? No! God let her be reborn in this life, and she will never see these people die again. Her heart was no longer cold and hard, but soft. She wants to repay this gift from God, she wants to do something for those poor people, she doesn't ask for anything in return, she only hopes that all the good deeds she has done can accumulate a blessing for her relatives and her loved ones. In this way, it is not in vain that she came to this ancient time.

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