Chapter 29: Planned
When Feng Qingfang woke up, it was the next morning.
At first, she pretended to be asleep, but then she did fall asleep.
The only regret is that I didn't get to see the expressions of those people with my own eyes, it must be very exciting, right?
Her eyebrows and eyes were a little happy when she thought about it, and she lay on the bed with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.
I have to say that this Yicheng is much more interesting than Dijing.
It's just that there are no confidants to talk to, and there are no beauties to warm the bed.
She missed Chu Fanyin a little.
That gentle, lovely, well-behaved and caring man.
There are no other people and things in his eyes, only she is frivolous.
For him, she is everything to him.
How could she not fall into this feeling of being relied on and trusted?
Feng Qingfang just sat up, and the entourage outside heard the voice and walked in with the washing things.
Feng Qingfang really got up early today, and it was done yesterday, and he was in a happy mood.
This made her feel a lot more at ease.
Although Yicheng is good, life in Dijing is more comfortable.
Dealing with things, where is the pleasure of lying down and cooking wine to watch the beauties come?
"You go and take this sign to the soldiers who are defending the city, and ask them to come and help build the houses......"
Feng Qingfang handed the sign to one of her attendants, and the man respectfully took the order and walked down.
Feng Qingyan actually knew in his heart that these soldiers would come.
But she also knew in her heart that there were many people who had suffered this time, and if she wanted to speed up, these soldiers alone would not be enough.
Feng Qingyan didn't plan to let these refugees idle at the beginning, they had been raising for a few days, and they could be fed these days.
If it is cold today, after another heavy snowfall, winter clothes are still indispensable.
These people were thinly clothed, and she had already had people rush to make clothes and bedding.
The things used were all from the City Lord's Mansion, but the money was brought by her.
There were a large number of people, and the silver tickets she brought by herself were only enough to make clothes and bedding for these tens of thousands of people, and there was not much left.
That's why she thought of asking these merchant squires to pay for it.
How can they be willing to take the money over, it is naturally what they like......
They are rich enough, and their ambition for money has shrunk a lot, and they naturally have a great desire for power in their hearts.
Feng Qingfang is also enough to understand human nature, so it will be like this.
Thanks to the hearts of the people of the demon world, they are even more evil than the people.
It coincides with the squalor in these human beings.
Feng wrote the notice frantically and found an entourage to come and copy it.
She leaned lazily back in her chair, smelling the scent of ink in the room, relaxing physically and mentally, humming a little tune.
She's never embarrassed her own people......
In a short time, the city was plastered with announcements of Feng Qingfang, and at this time they had just received breakfast.
Feng Qingyan can only be regarded as a good person in the hearts of their people now, and the people's impression of her has changed a new way.
But if we talk about gratitude, there is gratitude, but it will not reach the level of turning gratitude into loyalty.
There is a saying that "water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat", which is also the truth.
She needs someone to support her.
Blindly giving without return is often not grateful, but a well-deserved face.
The other party can enjoy everything without contributing, and after a long time, they will feel that this is what the giver should do.
"Ascend Mien, fight Mi Qiu" is this truth, Feng Qingfang still has to understand.
If a person has been doing evil and suddenly does something good one day, everyone will think that she has become better and is a good person.
But if she is a good person and has always done good deeds, but suddenly one day, she has only done one wrong thing, and everyone will think that she has a deep city and her people are evil.
This is called human nature.
Before the announcement, the water in the wai was impassable.
Most of these people came here because of the name of Her Royal Highness the Empress Dowager, after all, Her Royal Highness the Empress Dowager's soup soup is already known to everyone.
The people stood in front of the notice, and the people they knew looked at it carefully, with a little satisfaction on their faces.
People who don't know look at it, and they only beg the literate to read it.
"Hey, Her Royal Highness said that she raised funds, and she has the intention of rebuilding the house for us, but there are not enough people, and we need to contribute by ourselves, and those who participate in the construction can register their names, and finally receive the house ......"
After reading it, I explained it to the people around me.
"But what if you are too sick to build a house?"
An old woman with a somewhat yellow face had a little worry in her eyes.
"Old man, don't worry about this, Her Royal Highness said that the old man, men and children can do some light work, help make clothes and cook or something...... It's just that there are fewer houses than the people who build them, but they still have a place to stay......"
The old woman's face relaxed a little as she listened to the man's explanation.
There was a large number of praises in the crowd, and every word was saying good things about Feng Qing.
The person who explained to others, watching the reaction of these people, lowered his head and smiled, and his figure also blended into the crowd.
This person was specially sent by Feng Qingyan, and basically there was such a person in front of every announcement.
Their task is to spread the word about Feng Qing's plan and the goodness of Feng Qing's madness.
Feng said that she was here to help the people, but she didn't help them for free.
Can't she contribute money, these people wait leisurely every day for dinner, waiting for houses, shopping and chatting?
Where in the world is there such a good thing?
Feng Qingmad never makes a loss-making business!
She thought she had done her best enough to do her best to these people, could it be that they were really waiting for her to arrange everything?
If these people are like this......
In other words, if someone builds a house and does not participate, they do not participate in the easy work.
Feng Qingfang will not give them a house, and even the food can be stopped for them.
Feng Qingfang has always done what she says, and she is ruthless.
I have no relatives and no reason, and I still want to lie down and wait, I'm afraid that I don't dislike that my life is too moist.
When the retinue returned, he still had a thick booklet in his hand.
"Your Highness, these are the list of people who have signed up......"
The attendant handed the booklet to Feng Qingfang, a few thick copies, but there was some weight.
She flipped through it casually and said casually: "Add some meat from tomorrow, so that the people and soldiers who signed up to participate in the construction can eat some good ......."
He took out a few silver tickets from his bosom and handed them to the attendant.
She won all this money with her ability, and she was very happy to use it.
The city lord of Yicheng thought that he had made money, and each of them collected 100,000 taels to help them introduce her.
But she did earn each of them 300,000 taels of silver tickets, and she would be able to recover the money left in the hands of the city lord of Yicheng sooner or later.
These days, I have just been waiting for the dead air near the City Lord's Mansion, but I already have some eyebrows.
She also has a general understanding of the situation, but I'm afraid this matter is not so simple.
None of the lord of this wing city or the merchants and squires of this place are clean.
These are all people who have done bad things, and they all have a lot of lives in their hands.
I just don't know if they can see the people they killed in their midnight dreams.