Outside the yamen.

Song Qingmo looked unhappy, "Even our master doesn't care about these victims, isn't there really a good official to help them?" ”

"Then wouldn't they have to ......?"

Wait for death!

Song Qingmo didn't say the rest of the words, and a deep sadness rose in her heart.

If Yulin County is affected by a disaster, and their family has no money, will they also fall to this point?

"They look so pathetic!" Song Qingmo said silently.

Song Qingrong's heart also became sour, and she couldn't help shedding tears, so she could only take out an embroidered handkerchief and wipe it gently.

Shiro also pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"Don't think about it." Song Qingyuan patted everyone's heads.

"Let's solve the matter in front of us first, let's go buy food and let them cushion their stomachs first!"

Several people did not go directly to the grain store, but returned to the house in the county and found Qian Wanru, Da Lang, San Lang and Tian Dakui, a total of nine people acted separately.

Tian Dakui found someone to build a porridge shed outside the city, and Da Lang, Erlang, and San Lang went to buy food.

Song Qingyuan, Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo, and Qian Wanru hired a group of mothers-in-law to steam their nests at home.

Half an hour later, the simple porridge shed was built, and Song Qingrong and Qian Wanru watched their mother-in-law steaming at home.

Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo, Da Lang, Erlang, San Lang, including Xiao Shilang, took cornmeal and steamed part of the wowotou and went outside the city.

Outside the county.

The porridge shack had been erected and a fire was lit to boil the water, and Tian Dakui, with the help of officials, organized the victims to line up and maintain order.

"Stand up, don't cut in line, the food will arrive immediately, one bowl per person, don't compete for everyone's share." Tian Dakui shouted loudly.

"You! You! Line up in the back, how many times have I said it, don't cut the line, I'll say it again, no one will be allowed to get porridge! ”

While he was talking, Erlang drove the carriage and gradually appeared in everyone's sight, and groups of victims looked at it expectantly.

Finally someone was willing to help them and gave them food.

When a pot of cornmeal was put into the pot, it didn't take long for a burst of heat to come out, looking at such a sticky cornmeal porridge, the victims gently wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Finally, under the leadership of one person, they all knelt down, "Great good man!" Great good man! ”

"Living Bodhisattva! God bless, God bless you! ”

"Get up, please! Hurry up, please! "Da Lang, San Lang, Song Qingmo hurriedly went to help.

"Don't kneel, old man, let's drink porridge to warm up our stomachs first."

"Alas!" The old man responded with trembling hands.

Song Qingyuan frowned slightly, and quietly pulled the servant back, it wasn't that she was hard-hearted, she really had to guard against it.

At this time, the south is flooded, these people have traveled a long way to come here, and it is not known whether they are healthy, if they are unfortunately infected with any disease, it will be bad!

"Brother Lang, third brother, Mo'er step back, let's not disturb the people lining up."

Song Qingyuan beckoned as he spoke, called a few people to the back of the porridge shed, and took out a steamed basket of nests from the carriage.

When the victims saw Wowotou, their eyes lit up, and they kept licking their lips, revealing a look of longing, and a little ready to move.

If there were no officials with knives to guard her, Song Qingyuan had no doubt that they would rush up and snatch the food in her hands.

After a while, several pots of sticky cornmeal porridge were cooked.

Tian Dakui loudly announced the rules, "One bowl of cornmeal porridge for each adult, two nests, and one bowl of cornmeal porridge for children, one nest for children, will start to be distributed." ”

As soon as the words fell, several hired people began to serve porridge one after another, and the rest of the people handed the head of the nest forward.

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

"Thank you, great benevolent!"

"Thank you, Miss! Miss is kind-hearted! ”

Words of gratitude came from the mouths of the refugees, sentence after sentence, and there were many little babies, the old people kowtowed to Song Qingyuan and Song Qingmo, calling them living bodhisattvas, living bodhisattvas who save people's lives.

Looking at this scene, Song Qingyuan was sad.

In the past, she had seen this kind of disaster and suffering on TV, but now that she is here, she still feels shocked.

There is a saying that you don't bend your waist for five buckets of rice, but what about now......

For the sake of a nest, for a bite to eat, these people kept kowtowing, kept kneeling, and even thanked her.

Astound! Shock!

This day taught her the most vivid lesson, and also made her understand a truth, in the face of survival, nothing becomes worthless.

After a while, the first batch of porridge had been distributed, and soon Tian Dakui led people to boil the second pot of porridge.

At the same time, the steamed wowotou at home was also sent one after another.

"Brother Lang, third brother, have you counted how many victims are here?"

"It's counted." Saburo nodded, "There are probably nearly a thousand people here. ”

"If the news spreads that we have soup kitchens here, I'm afraid more and more victims will rush over."

Saburo lowered his voice, "...... then"

San Lang's concerns she understands that there are many cities and counties affected by the flood this time, and countless victims are involved.

"Is there enough food to buy?" Song Qingyuan continued to ask.

"It's definitely enough for a few days." Saburo replied.

"I've already calculated it, one pound of cornmeal is counted as steaming eight nests, one hundred pounds is eight hundred, and three taels of silver is enough for disaster relief for one day."

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

On the other side, Song Qingmo took out two nest heads from the frame and walked under a big tree.

There was a young man leaning against his back under the big tree, and when he saw Song Qingmo, he was surprised and said, "Woman, why are you here!" ”

"I'll take a look." Song Qingmo asked, "Why don't you go to get the nest?" ”

The young man lowered his head and didn't speak, Song Qingmo pursed his lips, and secretly said in his heart, is it not because of his self-esteem, everyone is going to starve to death, what do you want that self-esteem to do.

"Here, the two wowotou have brought you something, eat, fill your stomach first." Song Qingmo handed over the nest head.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, and he squeezed out two words in his mouth, "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome!" Song Qingmo waved her hand, "You eat, I'll go first." ”

"Woman, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" Song Qingmo turned around.

The young man shook his hand, "Thank you for your wowotou, my name is Li Ziling." ”

"Li Ziling, I remember you!"

After speaking, Song Qingmo laughed and turned to leave.

…………

Three days later, instead of driving the victims away, the officials gathered more and more.

Many people who heard that there was porridge to give in Yulin County turned to Yulin one after another.

Song house in the county.

Everyone in the Song family gathered in the study.

"There are more and more people affected by the disaster, and the food I bought a few days ago has bottomed out......"

"I'm coming to you today to discuss what we should do?" Qian Wanru asked softly.