Money, food, and soldiers are the biggest guarantee for the status of these generals today, but money, food, and soldiers did not fall out of thin air from the sky, nor did they rely on the allocation of the imperial court, all of which required a basic condition.

"Population...," Liu Meibao muttered, stopping her tears and looking at Lu Yan.

With people, you can reclaim wasteland, you can organize an army to train your martial arts, and you can multiply.....

The man in front of him smiled gently and kindly.

"You're so smart..."Liu Meibao couldn't help but say, no, to be exact, he has a really big heart, so that he can think of this road from the situation that everyone avoids, and it is not too unusual to think of it, but dare to do it.

"It's the lady, you're smart enough to think of this for me." Lu Yan smiled and kissed her on the cheek again, "Don't be sad, cheer up, I want you to help me a lot." ”

It's not as simple as it sounds.

Liu Meibao raised her eyes to look at him with a solemn expression.

"I donate my dowry," she said.

Lu Yan laughed, hugged her in his arms and kissed her again and again.

"No, no, wait until your man can't do it, and then use your money." He laughed.

Since the beginning of the Lunar New Year, the soup kitchen that had been dispersed by the prefect is not only still open, but also larger, from the initial daily relief of 500 people to 1,000 people, the news spread, half of Shanxi was shaken, and displaced people from all over the country and even from Henan and Hebei flocked to it.

Countless hungry people who were able to survive inquired about who this good man was, and learned that it was jointly organized by the local prefect and the post fort. Among them, a medicine store called Bao De'an donated money, and others donated rice and grain, and the names of all the donors were written on the banner in bright letters, and they were hung next to the cauldron of porridge, and every hungry person who received the porridge wept and bowed down in front of these names.

The literati and rioters in Fucheng also began to run and call for more donations. For a while, more and more names were written on the flag, because the government stipulated that whoever donated the most was marked on the banner more clearly, and the competition for the position in the front of the flag became more and more intense.

However, Bao De'an was the one who did it early, although he did not donate again. However, he got a separate named flag to hang in the porridge factory, with the font of the great good deeds written by the prefect himself, and his fame was so great that many merchants were envious and jealous and regretful.

By the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the soup kitchen was already densely packed like a village, and there were shacks built everywhere, and the faces of the people sitting in front of the shacks were much better. It's not like the dead man he was when he first arrived.

There are soldiers patrolling around to maintain order, to prevent robbery, fighting, cheating, abduction of women and children, when it comes to the meal, everyone will automatically go to the cauldron of porridge to line up to receive porridge, although everyone is ragged and yellow-skinned, but there is finally a trace of spirit in their eyes, that is the hope of life.

"It takes thirty people to bury the dead body, and one penny a day," an officer and soldier shouted loudly on the side of the road.

Before the words fell, many people rushed out.

"I'll go, I'll go." They shouted.

Among them are elderly people and children. The thin wind can fall down, but they are still scrambling to be the first, the porridge can be eaten for free, and they can also have the opportunity to earn money, maybe soon they will be able to stand on their own and no longer have to be displaced.

The officers and soldiers selected some, leaving the children and the elderly. The hungry people who had been chosen happily followed the officers and soldiers.

"Go and ask, what else are the workers...", the rest of the people were very listless, asking each other.

Seeing this, Lu Yan, who was wearing an old leather jacket standing on the side, nodded slightly.

"Three more days." He turned his head and said to Wang Jiu, who was following closely behind him, "Reduce the soup kitchen." Those who recruit to repair the city wall shall be paid with food. ”

Wang Jiu nodded, and a few scribes behind him quickly wrote down.

"Add a steamed bun to the meal." The master added on the side.

Lu Yan nodded, didn't speak, and the scribes quickly wrote it down.

"Even if we have donations from rich families, we don't have any money..."The master whispered to Lu Yan again, "You must know that we still have a thousand people to support in Tunpu... And the horses....now the cavalry has been suspended..."

Lu Yan frowned.

"The cavalry can't be stopped, it must be practiced, and we are as bad as the Tartars on the cavalry," he said, turning his head.

"No money." The master replied very simply, "People are good to say, but if Ma Ke doesn't listen to this, he can't go hungry." ”

The problem of money and food is indeed very serious, and everyone is silent.

"Let's figure it out." Lu Yan said, a smile on his face.

Even the most beloved cavalry can't be trained, and this can still be laughed? The master was very surprised, raised his eyes, but saw Liu Meibao coming over on the other side, and suddenly rolled his eyes.

"You're here early in the morning, go back and rest." Lu Yan held her outstretched hand and said with some concern.

"It's okay," Liu Meibao smiled, "Are you done?" ”

Lu Yan nodded.

"Then let's go around the shack and sort out a batch of donated bedding and old clothes, and we'll give them them." Liu Meibao said with a smile.

"Didn't Mrs. organize some women to do these things?" The master interjected on the side.

"Yes, but it's good for adults to visit once in a while." Liu Meibao smiled at him.

Lu Yan never disagreed with her words, Liu Meibao asked the servants to call the families of the military families who helped to carry the bedding and clothes, and the husband and wife walked inside together, and the master followed with a group of people.

Seeing such a group of people coming, the hungry people were very frightened.

Looking at these hungry people in shabby clothes, covered with frostbite, and thin limbs, everyone walked with a very heavy heart.

Clothes and bedding were given to the hungry people in turn, and Liu Meibao also bowed down to greet them in every place, and even picked up the young children.

"Are there a lot of orphans?" Lu Yan asked.

Liu Meibao looked at a woman carrying a futon behind her.

This woman is dressed simply and neatly, and she is Jiang Dashan's daughter-in-law, Liu Niangzi.

"Mrs. Liu. How many have you counted? Liu Meibao asked.

"Mrs. Hui, as of yesterday, there were 182 of them, of which 97 were boys." Liu Niangzi replied in a loud voice.

In order to comfort Liu Meibao, Lu Yan asked her to do something to resettle the victims, in addition to Liu Meibao's own daily soup kitchen. also organized the servants of the family and the families of the women in the post fort, and the specific Liu Niangzi was responsible for dispatching all the women in the military household.

Suddenly became the conductor of hundreds of women, Liu Niangzi's face was full of excitement, and she didn't feel tired of working every day, in Jiang Dashan's words. It's like the scholar who has won the show, and the spring breeze is proud.

"Settle well." Lu Yan nodded and said, while taking an old leather jacket from Liu Niangzi's hand, he walked to an old man sitting in front of the shack.

The old man's face was yellow, his expression was wooden, and when he saw the tall Lu Yan and the crowd behind him, he knew that this was a big man, so he knelt down and kowtowed in fear.

"Old man. Get up. Lu Yan hurriedly leaned down to help him up and personally put on his leather jacket.

The old man was sincerely afraid, and he could only thank him with tears.

Lu Yan and the others walked down in turn.

"Who is this?" The old man looked at the people in the distance in a daze and muttered.

"This is Lord and Mrs. Lu." Someone said loudly.

The hungry people around were amazed.

These days, they receive porridge every day, and naturally they know who saved their lives and gave them a place to live, that is, the prefect and the integrity officer of this Hezhong Mansion.

Looking at the soldiers who patrolled the surroundings all the time at that time to prevent fights, robbery, abduction, rape of women and children, they were majestic and heroic, completely different from the officers and soldiers of the Great Zhou who only drove out or even plundered them along the way.

These soldiers were trained by this ethics officer, Lord Lu.

"The sky is ruthless, and the prefect Lord Lu is deeply gracious." The old man burst into tears and shouted loudly. Then crawl underground.

With this sound, this sentence was spread one after another, setting off a wave of sound in the huge shack, this voice was sad and sad but full of generosity, thousands of people shouted at the same time, only Lu Yan who was standing in it was surprised and slightly sour, and then looked at everyone around him was excited. The women had hid their faces and wept.

This scene reached the ears of the prefect, and he couldn't hide his excitement and personally led his wife to give soup porridge to comfort.

That night, the prefect was drunk in the conduct hall, patting Lu Yan on the shoulder with emotion, when Lu Yan said that he wanted to give disaster relief porridge. He was strongly opposed, and he didn't donate a penny of food, but Lu Yan still insisted on giving porridge, and he kept the name of the prefect on his lips in public.

"If you want a name, it's easy to do." When the news reached the ears of the head of the Ji family in Jijiazhuang, he was sitting in the warm spring-like room, and was being pinched by two delicate maids on his shoulders and back, and said with a smile when he heard the words.

"I'm really afraid he doesn't love anything." He smiled and said to his nephew standing in the room.

"I really didn't expect that this martial artist still has this leisure." A nephew couldn't help but say.

"How much does this cost, I can't imagine that this martial artist is so generous." Another said.

"Presumably he's not having a good time right now." Ji Fucheng said with a smile, looking out the window at the snow that began to fall again, looking happy.

The master shook the snow off his body and looked up at the sky.

"Holy God." He cursed under his breath.

On this day, Lu Yan came to the soup kitchen again, and there were more hungry people, and it was time for dinner, and there was a dense queue in front of every cauldron.

After more than ten days of recuperation, most of the hungry people have recovered their spirits, and many people are laughing during the queue.

These people have basically become the Dingkou of Hedongyi, and they will be an important labor force and soldier reserve in the future, but it is not easy to feed these people.

"My lord, we won't be able to support it anymore..."The master said in a low voice.

Lu Yan walked slowly and casually, frowning and pondering.

The master and the others didn't dare to disturb, and followed closely with an umbrella.

"What are you doing?" Wang Jiu walked a few steps, and found that Zhang Shun and several other soldiers beside him had dementia, and couldn't help but say.

"It's beautiful.." Zhang Shun muttered.

Wang Jiu looked at him in confusion, and saw a woman in a plain white cloak standing in front of the cauldron they approached, scooping porridge for the hungry.

Because Liu Meibao often gave porridge in person, many rich families who donated rice and grain also followed suit and came here to set up pots to cook porridge, and the women at home also came to give porridge in person, so as to listen to the sound of the hungry people, the good people and Bodhisattvas added blessings and longevity.

At this time, the one they approached was a pot with a private soup kitchen, and four or five servant women surrounded the woman who gave soup porridge and helped hand the dishes and chopsticks to the hungry people.

Wang Jiu's gaze first swept over a banner hanging on the grass hut, with the big character "Ji" on it, he frowned, the surname of Hezhong Mansion is this surname....

Then his eyes fell on the soup kitchen woman again.

The woman wrapped in a feather hat and cloak, her face is as white as this snow, her cherry lips are a little red, her eyes are flowing, her demeanor is demure, she raises her hand and throws her feet and her body is graceful, no wonder these stinky boys look stupid....

"Give me a little bit, don't be abrupt." He turned his head and shouted.

Before the words fell, I saw Zhang Shun and the others staring at each other, and there was an oops.

"Little lady, be careful.."

This grass shed is on the very edge, at the bend of the road, Lu Yan was walking by at this time, he heard an exclamation, noticed that someone was upside down, and subconsciously raised his hand to block, tentacles a soft body, knowing that it was not someone attacking, he immediately backhanded inward.

"Girl.." The servants screamed that they were coming around.

Lu Yan looked down at the woman in his arms, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, she seemed to be in a coma, and she was described as beautiful and elegant, she knew that she was a pampered rich girl, she must not be able to stand this snowy day porridge, and her physical strength was exhausted.

These women...Lu Yan shook his head.

"Our girl has been giving soup for two days..."

"I was caught in the cold, but I refused to go back to rest..."

"Girl."

At this time, the servants all gathered around, crying and shouting, crowded and coaxed, but no one came to take the woman from Lu Yan's hands.

"Ask the doctor." Lu Yan had to say.

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed the woman moving in his arms, and looked down.

The woman woke up slowly, her eyes flashed at Lu Yan, she was confused for a moment and then surprised, and struggled to get up with a low cry, but she couldn't support it because of her physical strength.

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