General Zhang said bluntly, Wen Mianmian did not beat around the bush, sat down again and said: "The newspaper needs to have something that has been ignored by everyone but cannot be ignored to attract everyone's attention, and the retired generals who have contributed to the country and have a difficult life in the future also need to be seen by more people, in the hope of bringing changes to them, so it is just a matter of taking what they want." ”

"In addition to the retired generals, we also see beggars in the city, as well as displaced people who may appear in the future, these problems cannot be solved by the ability of the newspaper, but they can be seen by more people, and they may bring about change."

She was telling the truth, and General Zhang was a little stunned, as if Wen Mianmian's answer was not what she expected.

"The old man thinks you are starting from the great righteousness."

Wen Mianmian said with a smile: "You are looking down on me, and you are planning to do things in your position, all I want is to want the newspaper to be better." ”

"As for what you said, I don't have compassion, I don't agree with this."

Wen Mianmian began to argue for herself, "This has to find a way to help a person, and the so-called relief should not be one party's unconditional continuous payment, one party's peace of mind enjoyment, or even take it for granted." ”

"I think it should be me who should do it, and then you have to stand up, and I don't want to do it unilaterally."

"The people of Swallow Lane have just experienced being burned, some of them have already lived their lives, and some of them may soon lose their homes, and there is no place for them in Kyoto, they are all their own choices, who can blame?"

Old General Zhang frowned slightly and asked, "How do you determine whether this person is worth helping?" ”

"It's hard."

Wen Mianmian said: "King Anbei once ambitiously wanted to carry out a charity sale, and wanted to use the silver from the charity sale to help the generals in difficulty, but when it comes to how to distribute the follow-up money, and who will distribute it, he has not been able to come up with a suitable charter until now. ”

He had carefully discussed this matter with the big scalper, and in this kind of information seclusion, there was no need for any nationwide relief agency.

It was impossible for the treasury to allocate funds, and the responsibility of the imperial court to the soldiers was already over by the time they retired;

It is impossible for the people to raise a large amount of money by themselves, can they be sold once, and can they be sold every month?

Even if you have money, how do you determine who needs help?

Even if this is done, it will be a tiger.

"In my meaning, if you really want to help those people, the strength of a few people is not enough, dozens of people or even hundreds and thousands are not enough, you have to ask the entire Dongshu to make efforts, so that the people respect those people, and the merchants will give priority to those people, so that all walks of life will give them opportunities, so that they can have more choices, instead of only going to the coolies, but if you want to do this, it takes a long time to imperceptibly."

Wen Mianmian's words made General Zhang fall into contemplation, the eldest prince King Anbei came to visit him in person, hoping that he could take the lead in doing this, he was naturally willing to do something for the soldiers with his crippled body, but he knew his own ability, he could use the art of war and strategy, but he couldn't deal with these complicated things, especially when it involved extremely complex interpersonal relationships, he didn't agree immediately, but he was always moved.

Wen Mianmian didn't know about this, if he knew, he was afraid that he would scold King Anbei, which definitely wanted General Zhang to take the blame.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wen Mianmian said goodbye, since she agreed to help others find her grandson, she naturally had to do her best, and before leaving, she asked someone to take out a pen and paper and carefully record the characteristics of the child.

She did not go directly to the palace, but went to the general's palace and asked his grandfather to draw the little sword himself.

Knowing about the Zhang family, the two old men were very embarrassed, and the old man took the little sword cautiously and said that he would do his best to paint.

The old lady pressed her eyes and instructed: "You should also be dedicated to this matter, the child was five years old when he was lost, he had reached the age of the governor, and he was very clever, if he was not very lost, he could ask for directions, and there was no news after looking for so many years, we all guessed that we were afraid that we had encountered a kidnapper and brought it somewhere else, or it was an accident." ”

"Very clever, huh?"

Wen Mianmian was a little interested, but she didn't ask at Zhang's house, for fear of making the two old men even sadder.

The old lady nodded, "Very clever, quite talented in the art of war, he just started practicing martial arts at the age of five when he lost it, and they all praised him for his spirituality in practicing martial arts, and they all said that he was a tiger general when he grew up." ”

"Such a beautiful grandson is lost, and your grandmother Zhang almost didn't survive that time."

Wen Mianmian sighed faintly, "It's been so many years, and there is a vast sea of people, where to find it." ”

The old lady looked at her, "Give it a try, it's also a hope for your grandfather and grandmother of the Zhang family, isn't it?" ”

Wen Mianmian nodded, and after a while, the old lady Wen came over with the painted appearance, Wen Mianmian looked at it, and it was exactly the same, looked up at the sky outside, and thought about it, "I'll go to the newspaper hall again, and let the second cousin arrange this matter as soon as possible, and go and return this little sword by the way." ”

I wanted to call his big scalper with him so that they could eat out in the evening, but the porter said that Hua Jingyun had gone out.

Wen Mianmian entered the door and found Qingfeng, Qingfeng said: "The prince explained before leaving, and he will not come back for dinner at night, so that the princess can rest early." ”

"Do you know where you went?"

"It was said that the king of Anbei sent someone to feast on the prince."

Wen Mianmian frowned, among the brothers, they were the only ones who got along with this eldest brother in general, and they had never interacted with each other in private, what did they do to entertain him in a good manner?

Is it for the sake of Swallow Lane?

"I'll go to the newspaper and send two people to follow me."

When she went out, she was a little distracted, she always felt that there was nothing good for the big scalper to go to the Anbei Palace, she wanted to send someone to take a look, and thought that there was some space between the husband and wife, and she couldn't let the big scalper go out and explain to her, so she stopped thinking about it.

When I arrived at the newspaper office, I forgot about it, and after explaining it clearly, I said the next Lantern Festival, and it was already dark when I got out of the newspaper office.

As soon as the front foot entered the mansion, Mama Fang walked forward with a letter, "Soon after the princess left, someone from the Anxin palace came, let me give this letter to the princess." ”

Wen Mianmian was curious, the two families were not too far apart, and wrote to her.

After taking the letter and opening it, his face immediately changed, and after stuffing the letter to Mama Fang, he instructed someone to set up the horse, "I want to go to the Anbei Palace." ”

The letter said that King Anbei held a banquet today, and in addition to a group of merry sons, he invited Hua Jingyun alone, and also arranged many beauties to accompany him.

Mama Fang's face changed greatly after seeing the letter, "I heard that the banquet of King Anbei has always been lively, and the women who accompany them are not ordinary Qinglou women, they are beautiful, the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and dance are all fine, and there are many tricks on the banquet, and many self-proclaimed people in Kyoto are yearning for it." ”