"Hmph" Cheng Huan snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to have a meaningless discussion on this matter anymore, so he changed the topic and said, "By the way, how is your business?" ”

After hearing this, he frowned and sighed: "So far, there is still only one guest. Then he quickly poured a glass of rain and dew, and stuffed two mouthfuls of food into his mouth, as if he was drunk and turned his grief and anger into food.

"You're so idle, you don't need to pay much attention to your first guest! What are you doing here at the Galaxy? ”

"I don't want to get my business!" Li Yu lowered his eyebrows and pulled the plate of double essence in front of him, and said casually: "Then He's every day is short of some parents, and there is nothing to pay attention to, and it is very boring." What's more, watching them show affection every day, I'm about to go crazy. ”

Cheng Huan smiled: "Hehe! What kind of business can you get by wandering around like that! After speaking, he laughed disapprovingly, and said casually: "Eh, why don't you go and learn from Old Man Bai?" ”

Cheng Huan tilted his head as if he remembered something, patted his head, and shook his head in horror: "No, no, you can't learn from Old Man Bai, if you learn from Old Man Bai, you will definitely be able to become his pick." ”

Li Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, the old man Bai really couldn't bear it.

"Okay, let's stop talking other nonsense, get drunk tonight, get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows!"

Liyu raised his wine glass, and came first to do it as a respect, and Cheng Huan didn't let it go, the two of you have a cup and I have a cup, and I drank it happily.

There are some things that can be solved by not being drunk. After a drunken retreat, only migraines are brought. Li Wei squinted and covered his head, watching the sun pierce the clouds, but he regretted borrowing wine to drown his sorrows.

In a blink of an eye, it is the golden autumn everywhere, the autumn season is high and cool, the temperature is very suitable, if there is no continuous heavy rain!

After more than a month of rain, the air smells damp, and the whole of Kyoto is washed by rain, and the stone roads become exceptionally clean and transparent. The early sun shines on the moist land, giving off the smell of the earth.

During this time, Ying Furong will make some beads and bamboo products on the street every day to set up stalls, even if it rains, it does not stop Ying Furong's footsteps, and it is also very good for her to sell a few hairpins and a few dustpans every day.

"There are a lot more refugees this year!"

"Who says it's not, I heard that there is a big village in Xiangxi that has been flooded, and we are close here, and the refugees are rushing to us."

"I also heard that the flooded one is called Dam Village, and I heard that the people who escaped were all women and children, and the heads of the family were drowned because they protected them, hey, it's really miserable!"

The neighboring vendor sighed.

Ying Furong had been martyred in her previous life, so she didn't know about the disaster at all, and at this time, listening to the neighboring vendors chatting, she knew that Xiangxi had been flooded.

Sure enough, human life is so insignificant in the face of disaster.

Today, Ying Furong closed the stall early and prepared to go home, and on the way home, I saw many ragged women and children squatting on the usually empty street corner, their clothes were tattered, very dirty, and very embarrassed, but there was a desire for life and helplessness in their eyes.

The women hugged the child in their arms tightly, and the child looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road curiously, and whispered to the woman, "Mother, I'm hungry!" But he didn't cry when he was still sensible.

Ying Furong was about to buy some steamed hair for them, but Li Yu happened to stop her.

"Little lady, you have to know that there are a lot of refugees here, not to mention whether you have enough money to buy so many steamed buns, even if they riot and fight, it is not something you can resist. You can go home and discuss with your husband first, and then be ready to do good deeds. But I want to remind you that this meal or two of steamed buns can't solve the root of the problem. ”

Ying Furong listened to it, and couldn't bear to leave quickly.

When Ying Furong returned home, she was depressed, and it wasn't until Ning Fang came back that she found that she had been sitting like this all morning, and she hadn't prepared a meal: "Oops, it's bad." ”

Ning Fang went into the kitchen to help light the fire, looked at Ying Furong, who was worried, and asked, "Lady, what are you thinking so intrigued about?" ”

Ying Furong rolled up her sleeves, washed the cauldron, and replied while washing: "When I went to the street today, I heard that a village was flooded in Xiangxi, and when I came back, I saw many villagers from Dama Village fleeing here on the street, and they looked hungry and panicked, and they looked very pitiful." ”

"Today, we also talked about the flood, and we haven't heard of any plans for disaster relief yet, but I'm afraid that many people will starve to death!" Ning Fang frowned and groaned, with a worried look in her eyebrows, and after a while, she pretended to be relaxed and comforted Ying Furong: "If the lady is really not at ease, boil some gruel and distribute it to them, so that at least they can survive a few more meals, and if they can last one day at a time, maybe the news of disaster relief will come out soon." ”

Ying Furong listened, then smiled, although it is not a good way, but a few meals of gruel, they can still afford it, can help a little is a little!

After Ning Fang had eaten, she went out to buy a large amount of millet rice, which was a very popular food, cheap and satisfying.

Because Ying Furong has been selling goods on the street every day during this time, the two of them have a lot of savings.

Ying Furong went to borrow a large wooden barrel to hold the boiled gruel.

Ning Rong'er helped move the wooden barrel back to Furong's house, and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "Furong, why are you borrowing the wooden barrel?" ”

"Isn't there a lot of refugees out there, looking strange and pitiful, boiling some gruel for them, although it is not a good thing, but it is better than nothing."

As he spoke, Ning Fang also returned, followed by the porters of the rice shop, and several large bags of millet were moved into the kitchen.

"Then I'll help too! You two can't keep busy, wait, I'll call your brother-in-law too." Saying that, before Ying Furong could speak, Ning Rong'er left in a hurry.

Ying Furong glanced at Ning Fang and smiled at him: "Sister Rong is really anxious!" ”

"The eldest sister's personality is like this." Ning Fang also smiled when she saw this, scooped a big spoonful of millet on the bag with a wooden spoon, put it in a wooden basin and washed it, and poured it into a pot to boil, a spoonful of millet rice, full of a pot of water.

Ning Rong'er went and returned, not only taking Li Han with her, but also followed by Han Yan and his wife He Zhenfu.

"It's all here! Excuse me. Ning Fang saw the few people who came in, and she didn't be polite. Everyone has their own duties, washing barrels, washing rice, lighting fires, and borrowing carts......