() The two censors had come out of the house at this time. They understood the cause and effect. They also admired this old man for being able to turn around and donate the twelve taels of silver they had just received, and they did not just talk about it. Such people, they
I haven't seen it very often.
Soon, under the supervision of the censor, the supplies were registered. Yu Haining originally wanted to go over and tell those who were around yesterday that Uncle Zhongxing’s things had been delivered. But it seemed that the camp was no longer the same as yesterday.
The environment, tens of thousands of people, can't find it, forget it, go back and return the borrowed flatbed truck.
The officials in the Ministry of Revenue had no time to move their hands and feet, so they were idle again.
After that, a few people came intermittently, all of them came to donate money on the orders of the old lady, madam and other Buddhist believers in the mansion. The officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs also took note of it carefully. Floor.
At this time, the girl inside had just gotten up, and the handyman was still cleaning. The group started drinking tea in the hall and chatting loudly. The top lady of the building, Miss Yue'er, had just finished washing her clothes and was listening vaguely.
The content of the conversation between the two guys was a bit strange, so she asked Xiao Ke, the maid who served her, to inquire about it.
Soon, Xiao Ke came up and told her the joke after asking about it.
Unexpectedly, Yue'er didn't smile as she thought, but stood up and hurried downstairs. Xiao Ke felt a little strange and followed Yue'er down. The girl Yue'er, who was the number one in the building, walked towards them. They all became excited.
They all came over.
When Miss Yue'er saw them gathering around her, she stopped and gave them a shallow blessing. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Excuse me, which two young masters are talking about that, that white-spoken announcement?"
A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what Miss Yue'er meant. However, they were happy to talk to Miss Yue'er, so the two of them admitted it.
Unexpectedly, Miss Yue'er smiled and whispered softly: "You two talented young men, do you remember the content of the announcement?"
One advantage of speaking in vernacular is that it is easy to remember.
Everyone wanted to show off, but one of them volunteered to say it first: "Miss Yue'er, I remember this, and I remember every word."
Miss Yue'er smiled at him and said, "Can I trouble you to recite it to the slave family once?"
They all thought that Miss Yue'er wanted to hear a joke. The man memorized the contents of the notice and showed off his reading skills in a graceful and graceful manner.
Unexpectedly, after memorizing the entire notice, I didn't see the girl Yue'er smiling as brightly as I expected. Instead, she lost the smile she had at the beginning.
Although she has not seen the scene in the refugee camp with her own eyes, the writing style of Dongge University scholar Wen Tiren is not bad. Girl Yue'er, who has experienced hardships, deeply understands the tragic situation of the refugees in the vernacular notice.
She blessed the young masters around her, and then said: "My family is feeling a little uncomfortable, so let's go upstairs first. Xiao Ke went to get some Longjing tea collected by our family and brewed it for all the young masters to taste."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and went upstairs. He didn't walk fast at first, but when he was halfway up the stairs, he suddenly picked up his pace.
Young men below, look at me and I look at you. Could it be that who scared Miss Yue'er? Why are you running away?
Miss Yue'er quickly returned to her room and sat in front of the dressing table. Her tears fell to her feet like broken beads.
Girl Yue'er recalled her childhood nightmare. On the land of Liaodong, Jianpi were raging and a large number of Han people were massacred. Her parents took her and fled to Dongjiang Island, but they were forced to sell themselves because of hunger and cold. Those painful experiences have always been imprinted on her memory.
In her mind, even though she is now a Yingchun Loutoupa who has no worries about food and clothing.
Now the imperial court has announced that there are a group of people in the capital who have gone through the same experience as themselves and are struggling on the line of life and death. The imperial court is unable to provide disaster relief and calls on the people to donate. Thinking of the desperate mood of the refugees, Yue'er's heart aches.
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Without thinking for long, she asked Xiao Ke, who had just returned from delivering tea, to call the sisters who came with her from Liaodong over and said they had something important to discuss.
After her sisters came over with surprised expressions, Miss Yue'er explained the situation and said that she would donate her savings to see what the sisters wanted and whether they wanted to go with her.
Except for a few who were hesitant about saving their own pension money for their old age, everyone else agreed with Yue'er's idea without hesitation. Even those who were considering it all said they would donate part of it.
I added up the donated silver taels and counted it. It turned out to be a full two hundred and sixty-six taels.
How to send so much silver? It is really not safe with just a few weak women. The madam in the building is a middle-aged woman. She seems to be a very smart person at first glance. At this time, she walked into Yue'er girl with a trace of doubt.
What would happen in the room so early in the morning?
Building B, as a place of restraint and compassion for fireworks, has to contribute a small amount and donate one hundred taels of silver. At the same time, we send out goons from the nursing home to escort the Yue'er girls to Wang Gong Factory to donate money.
When the girls in the room saw that the madam had such compassion, they were first curious, and then they all expressed how happy they were to be in the hands of such a kind mother. Lou's donation team set off.
The situation in the front car is that a thug is sitting at the front holding a "donation" sign. There is a big drum fixed in the back, and a thug is responsible for beating the drum. The back of the car is facing away from the front of the car.
Sitting there was a group of musicians from Yingchun Tower, playing suona and other musical instruments.
Lou and the girls donated three hundred and sixty-six taels of silver."
Before going out, the madam specifically asked the driver of the first car to take the convoy and take more detours.
It was at this moment that Miss Yue'er understood the Madam's intention. She was a little speechless, but when she looked back, she realized that her intention had been realized. So, she felt relieved. Lou then calmed down.
Some of these people are unlucky. If they had known about it, they would not have said anything about it. Now there would be no fun.
Some people say that if you just switch to another company, it won't be fun.
This movement from the building alerted the other buildings, and they immediately understood the intention. Not to be outdone, they all took corresponding actions.
Suddenly, many people in the capital were alarmed by the noise on the street and came out to watch the excitement.
After understanding the whole story, some people scolded him for showing off, and some scolded him for being shameless. Of course, there were also some who admired him, some who were ashamed, and so on.
This has also affected the changes in the views of some relatively wealthy people. They cannot be worse than prostitutes, and they are also prepared to donate something.
The quiet capital suddenly became lively.
The clerk at Wang Gong Factory sighed a little and felt a little helpless when he looked at the few lines of text on the register.
It is a matter that the court should take care of. Will the common people be happy if it is left to the common people? No, there are only a few people here in total. This little thing is enough for a few refugees to survive the winter!
Just as they were lamenting for these refugees, they heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance.
Suddenly, the officials, soldiers, refugees in the refugee camp, and the censor in the room were all alarmed, and they all looked in the direction of the sound. What happened?
Soon, the team appeared in front of them. At this time, a mighty motorcade had formed, with various musical instruments and slogans.
People in the refugee camp don't have to guess their purpose, because it's all written on the banner.
The two censors were relatively speechless. Finally, the person they expected to donate came, but it turned out to be someone with such status.
The refugees do not have this idea. When they need help the most, when they are struggling for life and death, no matter who they are, they are grateful for helping them. The Chinese have inherited the "grace of a drop of water".
Is it the idea of "repaying each other with springs of water"! Has anyone else heard that there are restrictions on this sentence, and what kind of identity must one have to be grateful?
Soon, such a huge movement was investigated by Dongchang Fanzi, who had just been released from the cage, and a report was sent to the desk of Emperor Chongzhen.
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This is to commemorate those promiscuous women in the late Ming Dynasty who were much more ethical than some scholars!