Yuan Qing Ling smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, but isn't it worth being happy to be good to the people?"
"I don't know if it's worth it or not, and it doesn't benefit me." Yuan Qingping said, not that he was deliberately being rude, but because he really didn't understand why she thought it was a good thing.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Because, this is people's livelihood."
Yuan Qingping didn't understand, but when he looked at her, he had a strange look in his eyes, "You really want to be a princess, otherwise what are you doing?"
Yuan Qing Ling laughed.
Being a princess is not something she wants or doesn't want.
If Yu Wenhao is the prince, then she must be the princess.
If Yu Wenhao is not the prince, or has no intention of becoming the prince, then the position of the prince concubine will be completely unattractive to her.
The next day, the sisters went out together and went outside the city gate.
There is a large open space outside the city gate. Now temporary and simple tents have been set up. Several large iron pots are set up. The fire is burning underneath. The rice is boiling in the iron pot. The aroma is overflowing, attracting dozens of people for a long time.
Poor people and beggars who had never eaten rice porridge gathered around.
Chu Mingcui hasn't arrived yet, so the porridge distribution hasn't started yet.
However, when you cook porridge on the spot, you are surrounded by hungry people, and people are coming one after another. There are only a few iron pots, and it seems that they can only accommodate a few dozen people. The more people there are, the less porridge you will get.
The less.
Someone got a little impatient and asked the porridge cook, "Sir, when can we have porridge?"
The porridge cook said coldly: "Why are you in a hurry? Don't you see that it's going to take a long time? You'll have to wait for at least another hour."
"It will take another hour?" Everyone became a little impetuous, "In this hour, I'm afraid the rice will be gone."
The porridge cook didn't say anything and took out some firewood. When the fire became smaller, the porridge didn't boil as much.
Yuan Qingling felt very strange. It looked like the porridge was almost ready. Why wasn't it served yet?
Now that there are more and more people, the pressure of dividing the porridge will increase. People in line are the most impatient, and they are prone to conflicts, and the scene will be chaotic.
Therefore, it is most appropriate to take advantage of the time when there are few people and slowly divide a part of it to relieve the pressure during the peak period.
If we wait another hour, a lot of people will have to come, right?
There are many wealthy people in the capital, but there are still many poor people in the surrounding villages and towns, and rice is not usually available.
There is free rice porridge to eat, who wouldn’t want to have a bowl?
"What's going on? It's already this hour and you still don't have a meal?" Yuan Qingping got impatient. She didn't want to drink porridge, but she just thought that the eldest sister came here to see the porridge and she should leave after watching it.
Yuan Qingling quickly understood, "Chu Mingcui hasn't arrived yet. Since she wants to establish a good name, she naturally has to come here in person to be respected by the people."
Yuan Qingping said disgustedly: "It's very hypocritical."
Yuan Qingling smiled and said, "It doesn't matter to the people. They only need to eat this mouthful of porridge. At most, they can just say thank you to Princess Qi."
Yuan Qingling's expectation was correct. After waiting for almost an hour, he saw the carriage approaching slowly.
At this time, the people waiting for the porridge were already very impatient. They had been waiting for such a long time. It was a pity to leave, and they were annoyed after waiting. I have never seen porridge served like this.
The carriage arrived in front of the porridge shed, and two maids helped Princess Qi get out of the carriage.
The people waiting cheered, because everyone knew in their hearts that they would not start serving porridge until this "great good man" arrived.
Chu Mingcui was very surprised. The porridge had this effect even before she started serving it?