When Emperor Jingwen heard that a little girl could come up with such a way to help those refugees, he was naturally quite emotional.

"It's just that a young girl can think of doing her best for the country and those refugees, but how many people in the DPRK have a vegetarian corpse, every time I think about it, I hate to break their bodies to pieces."

"Holy Lord, the disaster situation in Taiyuan Mansion is now critical. Wechen heard that the second batch of grain prepared by the household department is also ready, and Lord Xie has been going to Taiyuan Mansion for more than ten days, do we want to send this batch of materials over? ”

"Naturally, I want to send it! Let Mrs. Xie and Miss Xie prepare these materials together, of course, they must be separated from the disaster relief materials of the imperial court, but the list must indicate how much effort the Xie family has made. ”

"Yes, Holy."

Emperor Jingwen said with a smile: "Your wife is also sensible, don't stop your own family by donating so much food this time." ”

Zhao Yue smiled lightly: "Don't worry, even if the minister really has no food, he will never come to you to beg for food." ”

Emperor Jing Wen laughed a few times in a very good mood: "Go!" ”

Disaster relief in the winter was originally a chore, not to mention the cold climate, and it was also difficult to carry out disaster relief.

Xie Xiuwen has been in Taiyuan Mansion for less than half a month, and he has lost almost ten pounds.

It's not that he can't eat well, it's just that it's just too hard, his daily sleep time is basically a little more than two hours, even if he takes care of it carefully, Xie Xiuwen is also sick.

The main thing is still urgent.

The corners of Xie Xiuwen's mouth were foaming, and all kinds of materials were constantly being transported to the disaster area, but in the face of hundreds of thousands of victims, these materials were simply not enough, and just how to distribute these materials was a big problem.

Fortunately, Feng Shu, who came with him, was willing to cooperate with him, and now he has divided these victims into several areas to resettle, at least to ensure that the big guy can eat two hot meals a day.

If it were another season, I wouldn't need to worry about keeping out the cold, but now I can't.

In the winter, these people can't be allowed to sleep in the ice and snow, and if they don't pay attention, the night will pass, and this person will be out of breath.

However, the winter in the north is not suitable for building houses, and the soil under the ground is frozen so hard that you can't dig it.

Xie Xiuwen could only try his best to rent a house, set up a simple tent, etc., and even the Shili Pavilion outside the city was ordered by him to surround some old coarse cloth outside and make it a temporary relief house.

There's really no way.

In this way, there are still a large number of refugees who have nowhere to go, and some of them are directly huddled under the wall, and during the day it is better, and the sun is shining and they don't feel cold, but at night, these people are so cold that their hands and feet are stiff.

Seeing people dying every day, where can Xie Xiuwen still sit still?

Feng Shu could only persuade: "Master Xie, don't be too anxious." At present, the death toll is declining, and our disaster relief efforts are still beginning to bear fruit. ”

Xie Xiuwen shook his head helplessly, he was only here in Taiyuan Mansion for disaster relief now, and he knew that there were many people who couldn't come to Fucheng at all, but shrank in a local shelter.

These days, he has also gone to look down, there are two counties that are still good, at least the number of dead people is also declining, and it also ensures at least two meals of hot food a day, although the porridge does not reach the point of standing chopsticks, but at least drinking a bowl can make people's stomachs warm, not full, but it can definitely make food in the stomach, as long as it shrinks and does not move, it can last for a few hours.

It's not that the officials of Taiyuan Mansion are all good people, but that the saint just dealt with a group of corrupt officials who colluded with merchants a few years ago, and the rest of them don't dare to make a mistake.

Xie Xiuwen was relieved that the relief had been carried out until early March, when most of the displaced people had returned to their hometowns.

Master Wu, who has been busy with Xie Xiuwen, has also relaxed a lot, Master Xie is also too sincere, and everything is arranged very thoughtfully.

Should I say it or not, anyway, as a martial arts master of the common people, if there are a few more good officials like this, then there will be hope for everyone's life.

At the end of March, Xie Xiuwen returned to Beijing smoothly.

I went to Taiyuan Mansion for more than two months, and the disaster relief matters were all arranged, and returning to Beijing was tantamount to meritorious service.

Xie Xiuwen came back this time and brought a pair of brothers and sisters.

The elder brothers of the two brothers were gone, and only some distant relatives remained, but no one wanted them.

Xie Xiuwen couldn't say that those relatives were ruthless, after all, they had just experienced a catastrophe, and they couldn't protect themselves, so how could they manage others anymore?

The two brothers and sisters stopped Xie Xiuwen on the way, and the two were thin and dark, kneeling on the cold ground and refusing to get up.

In the end, Xie Xiuwen had to buy the two, originally unwilling to let them sign the death deed, but the brother and sister were determined to follow, just to repay his kindness, Xie Xiuwen had no choice but to let them.

In fact, Xie Xiuwen is mainly worried about the brother and sister, they are too young, if he doesn't accept it, the brother and sister are afraid that they will have no way to live.

The elder brother's name is Chen Shuang, and the younger sister's name is Chen Xia, Xie Xiuwen saved Chen Xia's life on the third day when he arrived at Taiyuan Mansion.

If he hadn't discovered the child's high fever in time, Chen Xia's life would have been gone long ago.

In these years, it is very common for a high fever to kill a child.

Chen Xia is young, and now he is only five years old, Xie Xiuwen thought about simply taking it back, and it would be good for her to be a little girl by her side.

Xie Xiuwen retired, and Taiyuan Mansion returned to normal.

As soon as he left, Taiyuan Thorn Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he didn't think about the idea of fighting those disaster relief funds, but he really didn't dare.

He hasn't forgotten the killing of a group of officials by the Holy Order's order a few years ago, and he still remembers the scene of blood spurting out of his necks.

Thorn Shi didn't dare to fight the idea of disaster relief, but he was worried about whether he would find some of his tails again, so he was more cautious.

Sure enough, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

This time it was finally a thrill.

Xie Xiuwen returned to Beijing to hand over the decree, and Emperor Jingwen left him for a quarter of an hour, and then ordered him to go back to his house to rest and grant him a seven-day vacation.

Xie Xiuwen is now thin and about to lose his appearance, and the clothes that Liu Ruolan sewed for him are now empty on his body.

When Emperor Jingwen saw him like this, he naturally felt that this person was available, and there were not many courtiers who were willing to do practical things sincerely, not to mention that this young courtier was still talented and capable!

After Xie Xiuwen returned home, he simply freshened up, fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he was still woken up by Xie Rongzhao.

"Daddy, hurry up, there is a will in the palace, you have to put on your official uniform to receive the order."

Xie Xiuwen was shocked to realize that he had slept all night and half a day.

Xie Xiuwen was promoted to the fifth grade of the matter, and as soon as the news came out, it can be said that it shocked the government and the opposition.

(End of chapter)