Early the next morning, just as Feng Danyuan promised, the government came forward to take away the refugees in an orderly manner.
Wei Zi noticed that once a refugee showed resistance, someone would immediately come to threaten them; naturally, if there were old, weak, women and children who were too hungry to walk, someone would come to help.
Not knowing whether it was intentional or not, Baishui silently sighed next to her: "The prince really took out all the family wealth this time."
Wei Zi turned her head.
Baishui explained plausibly: "Manpower is not the key, the key is money and food. As you know, the prince does not have much money."
Understood. When Wei Zi sent Wei Jue away, in addition to giving him the farm books copied overnight, she also asked him to give half of her gold to Feng Danyuan's people.
Wei Jue raised his right eyebrow, pulled Wei Zi's arm and pulled him into the corner, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean?"
"It means literally." Wei Zi didn't understand the meaning of his brother's move.
"You gave half of the money from the bottom of the box to a man?" Wei Jue felt that the younger sister's attitude was very problematic.
"I just kept my money, but Feng Shizi asked people to take the refugees away, which cost a lot of money."
"The expenses are huge. That's his business. What does it have to do with you?" The more Wei Jue listened to the explanation, the more he felt something was wrong.
"We are on the same boat now. Third brother, what do you want to say?" Wei Zi became more and more confused as he listened, so he simply asked directly.
Wei Jue looked at her with complicated eyes, and after careful consideration, he said tactfully: "You and the prince have never paid a visit to each other. When this matter is over, if you don't want to be the princess, then don't do it. My brothers will definitely help you with all their strength."
"Then what?" Wei Zi seemed to understand a little bit.
"If you fall in love with a man and want to get married to him, that's no problem. We hope you can live happily for the rest of your life."
"Then what?"
Then what? Wei Jue felt that he had made his words very clear, why didn’t the little sister understand?
"Do you like Feng Shizi?" Wei Jue was tired and didn't want to be tactful anymore.
"Why do I like Feng Shizi?" Wei Zi looked confused.
"You gave him your money!" It was the first time that Wei Jue felt that communicating with his little sister was so painstaking.
"Giving him money means you like him?" Wei Zi felt that her brother's logic was a bit biased.
"He's good-looking." Wei Jue choked out.
"If he is good-looking, do I have to like him?"
Wei Jue was speechless. He was stunned for a long time before waving his hand and saying: "I don't understand what you women are thinking. That's all. You have had your own opinions on how to do things since you were a child. It's up to you to decide. I'll leave first."
Wei Zi looked at his brother's back as he rode away: "..."
What has she thought about?
Forget it, I'm sleepy, go to sleep.
*
The next two days were quite peaceful.
The actual number of victims is far greater than the number that can be resettled. But this is no longer a problem that Wei Zi and Feng Danyuan can solve.
However, between life and death, human potential is unlimited.
Wei Jue copied many copies of the farming book that Wei Zi asked Wei Jue to bring, and used his connections to spread it throughout Dayong.
Those who were good at farming got the seeds and opened up wasteland for planting according to the agricultural books, and finally had a chance of survival.
Not only did the number of people who died in this flood be the lowest in hundreds of years, but what is even more surprising is that after the victims mastered agricultural planting techniques, they lived a more prosperous life than before.
However, this is a story for another day, so let’s not mention it for now.
Now, Caiwei looked at Wei Zi like a god, and she served him more attentively than ever before.
He was so careful that Baishui couldn't help but question: "If you continue to eat this dish, the Crown Princess will vomit. How about you feed the Crown Princess?"
