1241. Chapter 1241 Every Breakdown Falls Apart 【03】
At this time, countless people from Shen Mingzhu's shop owners, people who had business cooperation with her, and those who had received favors from her, etc., began to send her birthday gifts.
People all over the capital watched with helpless eyes. One carriage after another came into the capital, and one cart after another of gifts came into the capital. They were all covered tightly, and no one could see what was inside. This became even more serious.
It makes people curious and want to know what is inside.
The most important thing is that there are unjust victims causing trouble outside the capital, and the emperor wants to govern the country with benevolence and not allow officers and soldiers to kill indiscriminately, so as not to cause greater riots, as long as they adopt peaceful means.
Therefore, those victims have not been punished so far.
Everyone secretly said that these victims were very proud of themselves. If anyone disliked someone, they would pretend to be a victim and beat him up, leaving no one to take care of them.
Immediately, some people ridiculed, "The people in the prime minister's office are already bad at this, and you are still playing, so stop being shabby."
Someone chased after him and asked, "What's the inside story? Tell me quickly. Could it be that the prime minister's house was robbed? Isn't it really a thief?"
But that person couldn't provide any evidence. After all, whatever he said now was private speculation and not official statement.
"Those victims were so unscrupulous, but why didn't they rob those who came to give gifts to Miss Shen? Could it be that these victims were found by Miss Shen?"
Some people questioned it.
Someone immediately laughed, "Can you have some knowledge? Don't you know that Miss Shen's family is extremely rich? Her mother left her a dowry of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and she also owns many shops and farms. Now she is making money and making money.
Same thing. My eldest lady is not a stingy person either. She is very kind and generous to those who work for her, and she even takes money out to give alms every once in a while. Let me ask you, do you know those beggars on the streets of this capital city?
Is there anyone who hasn’t eaten the porridge and steamed buns she gave out?”
"That's right. Besides, with so many disaster victims now, I guess we have to rely on the eldest lady to help with the porridge. Otherwise, it might be even worse."
At first, the big families in the capital all set up porridge shacks to make porridge for the sake of face and merit. Who would have known that the number would increase and they would not be able to support them at all, and the rice and noodles in the capital would become twice as expensive.
Now the imperial court is hurriedly mobilizing rice grains from the south, but water from far away cannot quench the thirst of the people nearby. It will take at least more than a month to bring it from the south.
So this time the entire capital is in short supply of food. If you give up porridge, you will starve to death.
So no one is giving alms anymore. Only Shen Mingzhu’s porridge shack is still persisting, but the quantity is not large, and the per capita amount has been reduced. Each person can only receive one bowl a day.
If someone is robbing you, stop giving porridge immediately and give them not even a grain of rice.
Shen Mingzhu has a saying, "I give up porridge because I sympathize with you. If you do something that does not deserve other people's sympathy but makes you angry, then don't blame others for being indifferent to you."
Therefore, no one dared to cause trouble in her porridge shed. Everyone lined up to receive the porridge in an orderly manner.
On the tower of the south gate of the capital, Xiao Che, who was in plain clothes, stood with his hands behind his hands, blowing the spring breeze in March, but his expression was complicated.
Standing next to her was a slender woman. She covered her whole body with a power fence, only vaguely revealing her beautiful face.
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This is the manuscript storage box. I haven't finished writing the other five chapters yet. I hope I can update them tomorrow morning.
