Day 2.

Dozens of horse-drawn wagons carrying grain and grass entered the disaster area.

Elder Huiren took the letter written by the abbot and hurried into the council hall.

It's just that Qin Shirong, the head of the household department, is not there, but Elder Huiren saw a familiar figure.

The man was tall and had a slight beard. The face is square, and the white clothes add a bit of Xianxia's flavor, and the most memorable thing is that his eyes are particularly sharp, as if he can see through everything.

Elder Huiren stepped forward and greeted, "Chen Daxia, the poor monk is polite. ”

This person is the head of the Chen Sword Sect, Chen Bufan.

Chen Bufan smiled and nodded, but his steps were a little hurried: "Master Huiren, I heard Lord Qin say that you have sent a lot of supplies intermittently...... I just saw that you brought a whole fifty truckloads of grain, which is not a small amount......"

"Where is Chen Daxia, these are all donations from the unworthy disciples of Jinshan Temple, and Jinshan Temple can't come up with so much money......" Elder Huiren shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, there are such disciples in Jinshan Temple?" Chen Bufan asked with some interest and confusion.

"Haha, I'm smiling, but I'm just a criminal, so don't mention it. Speaking of this, Elder Huiren couldn't help but think of Chen Daxia's eldest son, Chen Budiao, who was known as the "life-killing shitman" by the Jianghu people, his smile became a little stiff, and he immediately wanted to change the topic, "Chen Daxia, you also came to donate food?"

"Well, after all, the Chen family is also a strong party, how can we not let your Jinshan Temple compare, we also brought fifty carts of grain, but ......" Chen Bufan shook his head.

"Just what?" Elder Huiren wondered.

"It's just that it's all a palliative rather than a cure. Someone outside walked into the conference hall, Chen Bufan frowned, his face was sad, and he shook his head and sighed. "There are so many people that there is now a shortage of food in the whole of the north, and even in some parts of the central region. ”

"How can it be so serious?" Elder Huiren could also understand what kind ......of concept this was, how much food would it take to fill such a large-scale famine?

"It's not impossible. Chen Bufan took out a piece of paper from his arms, which was full of dense words, and handed it to Elder Huiren, "Master Huiren will take a look at this first." ”

Elder Huiren took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, it was densely filled with the amount of food hoarded by the wealthy families in the local area, as well as the various sects supporting them behind their backs.

Mi family, Tiandaomen, 300,000 quintals of grain.

The Fang family, the gossip faction, 250,000 quintals of grain.

Liu's family, Shaolin Temple, 180,000 quintals of grain.

......

Hoarding has been a means for merchants to make a fortune since ancient times, but they didn't expect that they would have so much food under such a natural disaster.

"Now, if they are willing to give up these stockpiles of grain, won't the problem of the entire disaster area be solved?" Elder Huiren thought for a moment and asked.

"No, it's not that simple, they also donate food, but they only donate thirty carts. Chen Bufan sighed.

"These are the local heroes, to put it mildly, they are all supported by the local people, and in the face of disaster, they should take out the money and food. Elder Huiren's voice was a little low, as if he was suppressing his anger, and even the hand holding the booklet in his hand burst into bruises.

"Jianghu affairs, let's leave it to our Jianghu people to solve, I, Chen, will let them give an explanation. Chen Bufan bowed his hand to Master Shangshu and was about to leave.

"Chen Daxia, what are you going to do?" Elder Huiren stopped Chen Bufan and asked.

"I went to their homes and asked them for advice from house to house. Chen Bufan said in a firm tone.

What he said surprised Elder Huiren, you know, going directly to the door to ask them to donate food like this is tantamount to kicking the hall, and it is a taboo in the martial arts.

After all, it is my family's business to donate or not, what does it matter to you Chen Daxia?

If you come to the door like this and ask me to donate, I will donate, could it be that you Chen Daxia is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and you still command the world to fail?

......

After Chen Bufan left, Elder Huiren waited in the hall for a while, and Qin Shirong, the head of the household, came back in a hurry.

"I've seen adults. ”

Elder Huiren immediately packed his luggage.

Qin Shirong hurriedly stepped forward to help Elder Huiren and said, "Master...... You don't have to be polite...... I should have given you this gift, thank you so much...... If it weren't for the food delivered these days, I don't know how many people would have starved to death......"

"Don't say that, ...... adults"

Elder Huiren hurriedly said.

Qin Shirong sat down in the center of the conference hall at this time, and a girl in a men's scholar's robe also sat next to him.

The girl wears long hair in a shawl, looks good, and has fair skin, if she changes into women's clothes, she must be a peerless beauty.

Elder Huiren knew that this girl was Qin Shirong's daughter, her name was Qin Xuanxuan, and she heard that she was clamoring to follow her father over to help.

And Qin Shirong also loves this daughter more, so he let her come over.

However, she was not allowed to interfere in disaster relief.

After all, it was a bad thing for women in ancient times to show their heads too much.

......

Huiren didn't talk nonsense, and hurriedly took out the letter written by the abbot from his arms and handed it over.

"Okay! Okay!" After reading the letter, Qin Shirong slapped the table and said excitedly: "Great! I didn't expect to be able to get so much food!"

"Daddy...... Why are you so excited?"

Qin Xuanxuan asked suspiciously.

When Qin Shirong heard this, he handed the letter to Qin Xuanxuan and said, "Look at it, great good news! This will save the people in the disaster area!"

Qin Xuanxuan took the letter and read the previous paragraph, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

It's just that when she saw the words in the back, her expression became a little strange.

"Xuanxuan, what's wrong, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Qin Shirong noticed his daughter's strange appearance, so he asked suspiciously.

"Daddy...... This Xiao Yan ......"

A trace of doubt flashed in Qin Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes.

"Xiao Yan, let me take a look......" Qin Shirong also frowned slightly, then took the letter and looked at it again.

Elder Huiren hurriedly explained, "Lord Qin, Xiao Yan is an elder of my Jinshan Temple, and this donation is also made up by him......

Xiao Yan ...... But Xiao Zhan of Jinshan City, the only son of the Xiao family?"

Qin Shirong asked with a strange expression.

"Yes. Elder Huiren nodded in confirmation.

"This ...... I didn't think this kid would be so helpful...... Xuanxuan, I'll just say, Xiao Zhan's son is definitely not bad!" Qin Shirong praised.

"Daddy, he's a monk!"

Qin Xuanxuan said.

However, what the two of them said made Elder Huiren a little incomprehensible.

"Lord Qin, do you know Xiao Yan?" asked Elder Huiren suspiciously.

"Hahaha...... I and the Xiao family are world friends, and when you also set a baby kiss, it's a pity that I heard that Xiao Yan went up the mountain to become a monk, so it was a no-brainer. Qin Shirong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Qin Xuanxuan blushed a little.

"Haha...... It was such a coincidence...... "Elder Huiren said with a smile.

Speaking of Xiao Yan, Elder Huiren seemed to have thought of something, frowned, and reached into the placket of his clothes, as if hesitating.

"Master Huiren, is there something wrong?"

Seeing this, Qin Shirong asked.

"Lord Qin, I have a booklet here, which has some disaster relief strategies, I don't know if it is useful to control the disaster situation......

Elder Huiren hesitated for a moment, and since he had promised Xiao Yan, he still decided to take it out.

However, he kept an eye on it, worried that this booklet was not well written, but he didn't say who wrote it, if there was a problem with this booklet, then he would directly say that he picked it up on the road, so that he would not implicate Xiao Yan.

"Oh, can you let the old man take a look?" Qin Shirong said with some curiosity.

Qin Shirong only asked Huiren to take a look at it for the sake of face, after all, there are special officials to formulate such a thing as a disaster relief strategy, how can ordinary people understand?

However, this is also a heart, and Qin Shirong has no reason to refuse.

After taking the booklet, Qin Shirong originally thought it was interesting, but when he saw the cover, he completely lost interest in this booklet.

Because the font on the cover is too ugly, the font written by any reader is better than this, right?

"Disaster Relief Strategy"?