() The next day, at dawn, the soldiers from the Five Cities Military and Horse Command Department began to sort out the refugee camp according to the instructions of the adults who came from the Ministry of Revenue last night.
The bodies of some refugees who had unfortunately not survived the cold night were brought out. It was obvious that the number of dead was much less than before, and this time, their clothes were not taken away.
After all, if they are not desperate, people will still respect the deceased very much.
After the soldiers carried away the bodies, they cleared an open space in the refugee camp and placed a row of tables and stools. Then, they also arranged a row of tables and stools at the entrance of the refugee camp.
The refugees had extra meals last night, added fuel to the fire, and received promises. They had expectations in their hearts, and their spirits seemed much better. They were all paying attention to the actions of the soldiers.
When the soldiers were almost arranged, the refugees started talking.
Refugee A asked: "Is what that adult said last night true?"
Refugee B despised him: "The emperor's order may be false!"
Refugee Bing was a sophisticated man and said in disbelief: "It started to be arranged so quickly. It's not like the previous government officials."
Refugee Ding explained: "The current emperor is the Holy Son of Heaven, so of course it is different from the previous one!"
"..."
Those in the refugee camp who had the strength to speak began to express their opinions and opinions, and the whole camp showed a vitality.
Soon, the soldiers arranged for those who could work to line up, those with pure strength and those with skills, each lined up.
Before the queue was finished, officials from the Ministry of Revenue arrived. Without any extra courtesy, they were divided into two groups. There were four people sitting in the row of stools at the door, and eight people sitting on the stools inside the camp.
Immediately, the registration in the refugee camp began, and the officials there were busy writing down the names, place of origin, whether it was physical work or craft work, and other details.
Among the four people outside the camp, two were responsible for registering people who came to donate money and materials, and two were responsible for registering work needs.
It's still early, not to mention the people in the capital, not even the censor from the Supervisory Office has arrived yet. The officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs had to rush over early to finish the work in the refugee camp just because they had instructions from the Minister of Household Affairs.
Got it done.
After waiting for about half an hour, two censors came over on horseback. Seeing that no people had come to register, they looked at each other and secretly thought that it was indeed not too late at this time. Then they entered the house where the soldiers belonged.
Drink tea and wait.
The cold wind blows from time to time, and although the winter sun has exposed its head, I can't feel a trace of warmth.
Time passed quietly. The censor in the room sent soldiers out to check twice, but no common people came.
Gradually, the four officials responsible for registration at the camp gate were so cold that they could no longer sit still. They all stood up and walked around, looking at the end of the street, muttering in their hearts: Why didn't anyone come? To be honest, disaster relief has always been
It's a matter for the government, but this time it's up to the people of the capital to do it. I don't know how many people will come, and whether they will come or not is a question.
Things went as they expected. It was almost noon, but no one came to donate money or materials, and no one even registered for employment.
The refugees in the camp also looked at the gate from time to time, hoping that kind people would show up. However, the long wait has always disappointed them, and worried looks appeared on the faces of more and more refugees.
In winter, people don't have much to do. What's more, it's very cold outside, so they usually sleep until very late.
When it was close to noon, the people started to get up one after another, and the notices posted also attracted some people who went out.
The notice office gradually became more and more lively, and it could be seen that the people under the notice wall were mainly divided into two groups.
A group of people are ordinary people. Although they don't know how to read, they can hear clearly when others read the proclamation, but they can't do anything about it. In the past few months, the prices in the capital have been rising every day, and it is difficult for them to live. How about helping others?
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Another group of people were well-dressed and accompanied by followers. It looked like their families were not short of money and they were literate. They also had lively discussions. But most of them were discussing how the imperial court's announcements used vernacular.
Is there no one in the court? I write in vernacular, mockingly, sarcastically, etc. In the end, I invite my friends to eat meat and drink wine.
In this era, there are no photos or videos, so there are no sufferings or experiences similar to those of refugees. It is difficult for these people to empathize with them and understand how tragic their situation is through words alone.
Among them was a group of people who were drinking and eating meat in a restaurant facing the street. When they were drinking so much, their whole bodies were aroused by the wine, so they opened the windows to cool off.
Suddenly, a person glanced out the window and saw several cars passing by, piled with food and clothing. He couldn't help but said "Huh", and then leaned down to the window to take a look.
After seeing that the direction of the car was indeed the direction of Wang Gongchang, he turned around and said to his companion: "Come and see, you fool, someone really has donated money."
Is it true that some people think that they have too much money to do good things for the court? These people were a little disbelieving and crowded to the window to watch the fun.
Sure enough, there were two flatbed trucks. One was piled with some shabby linen clothes and some charcoal, and an old man in coarse old clothes sat on it. There was another flatbed truck with some coarse grains piled on it, and it was driven by a young man in the same coarse old clothes.
Holding.
"You don't look like a servant in that house. Look at how shabby he is. He doesn't have anything to eat, and he still wants to be a good person." One of them concluded scornfully.
"It looks like I suddenly got rich after being poor all my life. I quickly bought as many things as possible to go home and pile them up for fear of starving again. It doesn't look like I donated them." Another person had a different opinion.
"Don't you think they are heading towards Wang Gongchang?"
"I guess there's a corner right ahead. That's where the poor people live. I think I guessed it right." Lou Zaixuan, those girls are probably still in bed, so they don't need to get up."
The group of people laughed together knowingly.
Those two flatbed trucks were indeed heading towards Wang Gong Factory, but they were not there to see the notice, but to fulfill yesterday's promise.
Those two people were the old man and his son from the family that Zhong Jinwei took as his servants yesterday. The old man's name was Yu Haining, and his son's name was Yu Changjian.
At this time, the two of them didn't know that there was a group of people talking about them behind their backs, and they were just on their way.
"Dad, how old do you think the young master is?" Yu Changjian finally couldn't hold back his temper and spoke to the old man in the car in front of him.
The old man did not answer immediately and continued to drive forward on his horse. After a while, he still answered his son's question: "He looks like he is in his early twenties. Among the young people nowadays, there are still people as kind-hearted as the young master."
, there are really few, especially in an environment like the capital."
"Dad, do you think your son can be an official like a young master?"
After hearing this, the old man suddenly turned his head with a serious look on his face: "What did dad teach you, be careful about being impetuous and do your work conscientiously, and some things will fall into place naturally! Besides, you are not just a fool, you are knowledgeable.
Bo Wen also has the ability to save people, so you should learn from it."
"Dad, I was wrong!"
After hearing his son admit his mistake, the old man turned back with satisfaction.
"Dad, can you let him know that we know Kung Fu?"
This time, the old man did not turn around and said directly: "Your three-legged cat skills made the young master see the joke."
Yu Changjian curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but did not dare to speak out for the old man to hear.
As we talked all the way, we unknowingly walked onto the street in front of Wang Gongchang.
At the gate of the refugee camp, one of the officials accidentally looked up and saw two flatbed trucks with supplies coming from a distance. He was excited, as if he had seen aliens, and exclaimed: "Here, people are coming, look here."
, someone finally came."
The other three officials and the soldiers beside them all looked over, and sure enough, someone was coming. Those who sat back down sat back down, and ran into the house to call the censor. There were even two soldiers who came towards the flatbed truck.
Welcoming him.
Over there, Yu Haining and his son turned onto the street at the entrance of the refugee camp. They were surprised that the movements in the refugee camp were completely different from what they had remembered. What on earth happened?
The two soldiers took a closer look and found out that they were acquaintances. The people from Dongchang told them to send them away yesterday, so they naturally had an impression.
With respect, after asking them their purpose, guide them to the officials over there who are registering donations.
When they arrived at the gate of the refugee camp, Yu Haining and his son also figured out the situation. They understood in their hearts that Zhongxing Bo was worried about what people were worried about, and there was a movement so quickly, which gave the villagers in the refugee camp a chance to live. They couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
I was moved and proud, and felt that being a servant of the prince did not lower my status.