"My lord, please rest assured, whether the outcome of this matter is good or bad, the Song family will bear it."

"Never any adults!" Song Qingyuan assured.

"I just hope that the adults will approve the land for us to build a village, so that we can resettle the victims."

Zhao Xianling kept a straight face, sat behind the desk and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Song Qingyuan quietly glanced at Old Man Song, and Old Man Song understood.

He said in a loud voice, "My lord, my Song family is willing to make a government writ!" ”

Writ?

Zhao Xianling's eyebrows moved.

"Yes, it's a writ!" Old Man Song nodded solemnly.

"My Song family guarantees with two holy decrees to take over the relief of the victims."

"Regardless of the merits or demerits of this matter, it has nothing to do with the Zhao County Order, and please ask the County Order to fulfill it!"

Speaking of which, Zhao Xianling was slightly moved.

"Since Song County Cheng insists on this, this official is not easy to persuade much, in short, you ......"

"Your Song family is good at it!"

"Come on, put pen and ink on paper and inkstone."

Song Qingyuan, the grandfather and grandson of the old man Song glanced at each other, and understood in their hearts that this was to agree with them to write a decree and take over the affairs of the victims.

After a while, the two decrees were written, Zhao County's order, and the old man Song stamped his own big seal at the same time, each holding a copy.

In the future, if there is an accident among the victims, Mr. Song will be fully responsible.

Equally...... For disaster relief, Zhao County's order doesn't want to share half of it.

"That's it, thank you!" Old Man Song bowed slightly.

Zhao Xianling waved his hand and reluctantly sent away the two grandchildren.

Outside the county office.

Old Man Song looked at Song Qingyuan with a solemn face, "Yuan'er, how sure are you about disaster relief?" ”

Their Song family can be said to have gambled all this time, and if it is done, he may be able to go further in his lifetime.

If it is defeated, everything that the Song family has accumulated will disappear.

"A big gamble!" Old Man Song sighed deeply.

"Don't worry." Song Qingyuan smiled slightly and comforted.

"No matter how much ability we have, how much we can do, as long as we do what we can, there will be no mistakes."

"Master thinks, our Song family's current ability is a problem to raise hundreds of disaster victims?"

Old Man Song shook his head, "It's not a problem!" ”

The Song family has countless workshops, and the victims are arranged to work in the workshops, so that they can circulate and be self-sufficient, and hundreds of people are absolutely not a problem.

Even if they don't do anything, his granddaughter can afford to raise these people.

"Yuan'er means ......" Old Man Song somewhat understood.

Song Qingyuan nodded, "That's what I meant!" ”

"Let's go back and calculate, with the ability of our Song family, how many victims can be resettled, as long as it does not exceed this range, there will be no problems."

The Song family has not started long now, if it is said that she should be placed in tens of thousands of people, this is a joke, it is absolutely impossible.

But if you say that you can give 1,800 people a way to live, you can still do it!

…………

At sunset, the study of the Song House.

Da Lang and San Lang turned the abacus, quickly calculating the money, food, and the situation of the population to be taken in.

This time, Song Qingyuan's strategy is very simple, to work for relief.

"A household is counted as a family of ten, and on the premise of not starving to death, the annual expenses need three to four taels of silver."

"The one hundred taels of gold rewarded by the imperial court can help at least three hundred households solve a year's worth of food and clothing."

San Lang raised his head, "In the next year, when the wasteland is opened, they can rent the land and be self-sufficient." ”

"Three hundred households for one thousand taels of silver." Song Qingyuan paced back and forth in the study.

"I will take out another 5,000 taels, of which 1,000 taels can help 300 households, and the other 3,000 taels will be used to buy wasteland for the victims to clear the wasteland."

"The remaining 1,000 taels will be used as working capital to meet the needs of the emergency."

"Master! What do you think? ”

Old Man Song frowned, "This adds up to six hundred households, thousands of people, a lot of ......."

Da Lang answered, "Let's take action first and settle the victims outside the county first." ”

"As for how many victims we have enough money on hand to resettle in the future, we will calculate it depending on the situation."

"Master! What do you think? ”

"Okay!" Old Man Song nodded and made a decision.

"Let's take one step at a time, but you all have to remember one sentence, enough is enough!"

"Our Song family can do as much as we can, and we can't stand out, but we can't stand out and do things that are beyond our ability."

"Master! We get it. And all of them answered at the same time.

"Second brother, I'll leave the food matter to you." Song Qingyuan turned his head to look at Erlang.

Now that there are so many people outside the city, and all parts of the south have been affected by the disaster, it is inevitable that the price of food will rise.

But fortunately, there is no problem in the north, and Erlang takes the caravan to the north to buy grain, which is definitely much cheaper than buying it in Yulin County.

At the same time, it can also ensure the circulation of grain and will not cause prices to rise.

"It's on me." Jiro slapped his chest.

"I can't do anything else, I'm good at running a business, and I'm already familiar with it after a few walks."

"Which county, which city, who is the big grain seller, all remember it in my mind." Jiro nodded his head.

Old Man Song smiled with satisfaction, his grandson, who was out of tune, now has a future.

Their Song family is full of talents, and he is worthy of his ancestors.

"Good!" Old Man Song patted the shoulders of several grandsons, "You are all good sons of my Song family!" ”

"The future of our family is on you!" Old Man Song encouraged several grandchildren.

After that, he said, "This time, Erlang went to the north to buy food, and took your father and your third uncle with him." ”

"Then find some good hands in the village, hire more ox carts to follow with you, more people are stronger, and strive to bring back more food at a time."

"It's late...... Prone to accidents. ”

"Master! I know, don't worry! ”

Erlang said confidently, "I will definitely buy a batch back before the price of grain rises." ”

"Okay!" Old Man Song nodded.

Turning his head and instructing Tian Dakui, "Dakui will go to the county grain store tomorrow and buy as much grain as possible." ”

"Let's prepare it first, and wait for Erlang's food to arrive, and we can supply it."

"Yes! Old man! Tian Dakui bowed down.

…………

The next day, Song Qingyuan and Old Man Song went to the county government first.

In front of the table of the Zhao County Order, the land was demarcated, which was the place where the Zhao County Order assigned them to arrange the disaster victims.

The place is not far away, just near Yulin County, along the river in the direction of Songjia Village, and the distance of one or two acres of land is about there.

"So, thank you, Lord Prefectural." Old Man Song arched his hand.

Zhao County Ling was not stingy this time, and the village base was not bad!

It is far enough to enter the county seat, and the terrain is relatively flat, which is very suitable for ordinary people to build houses here.

After getting this way, Song Qingyuan took out another three thousand taels to encircle the wasteland.

Then immediately went to the county hospital to ask Lang Zhong.

By the way, he sent someone to inform Li Langzhong, and brought a few Langzhong apprentices from the Song family's private school to the county seat to help.

Outside the county.

In front of many victims outside the city, Old Man Song announced in public, "This official ......"