The woman wrapped in a thick cloak at the city gate is made even more petite by a group of men of various ages wearing dignified official uniforms.
The attire that covered the head and face and the black umbrella held above the head gave a ghostly look to the crowd and the blue sky.
But the officials around him looked respectful, and the people in front of the city gate were eager, as if they were seeing gods descending to earth.
Wu Ya'er's wife?
Someone poked him in the arm. Wu Ya'er looked away and looked around him. The men around him were so depressed that their faces turned red.
When the passers-by told the origin of the immortal, the men were horrified and wanted to shout and ask questions, but Wu Ya'er stopped them in time and shut them up.
Passers-by had already passed by, and no one mentioned the identity of the woman on the city gate again. It seemed that everyone in the world should know this.
Everyone cheered to the woman: "Young Madam, Young Madam."
The noise surged like a surge in front of the city gate.
Wu Yaer signaled to the men that they could talk.
"Really? Really?"
"Is she your wife?"
"Auntie is still alive? Auntie and the others are still alive!"
"Crow, crow, crow."
Wu Ya'er was immediately inundated with questions from the men. Those who were too anxious to ask the question simply called Wu Ya'er's name.
Wu Ya'er's expression and voice remained calm, and he answered one by one: "I don't know, I haven't seen Que'er. As for whether they are still alive..."
He pursed his thin lips.
Emotionally, of course he hoped so, but his reason told him that the soldiers who were capable of fighting were all dead, so how could the two women who had plundered the bandits' den survive?
"Let's find out more about what's going on."
Although his heart had already flown to the city wall, he grabbed the woman's shoulders and asked her who she was? How was her mother? Where was her mother?
Wu Yaer withdrew his gaze and led the men to carry this noisy wave behind them.
Li Minglou lowered his head and looked under the city gate.
The crowds of people, men, women, old and young, looked happy. Some people came from afar after hearing the news, while others retreated far away. They came and went in a lively and lively manner.
The chief secretary was also looking at the city gate. He was not happy to be cheered by so many people. Of course, it was not because the people welcomed this little girl.
He raised his hand and wiped his forehead: "Young madam, there are more people than before."
Almost none of these people were from Dou County. Their cheers were mixed with their local accents. The chief clerk had been an official for so many years. It was common for beggars and refugees to flee from famine, but this was the first time I saw so many of them.
He felt that refugees from all over Daxia had come to Dou County.
As big and prosperous as Daxia, there are only so many refugees.
Li Minglou shook his head: "Not much."
Dou County is still too small.
She took a few steps forward, and the people under the city gate were even happier when she saw her coming out. There were old men and children who couldn't help but dance, hold up the unfinished meat porridge in their hands, and shout and chant.
"Meat porridge, meat porridge."
"In winter, we eat meat porridge."
He would not die from hunger if he only ate porridge, but he would not be able to maintain his strength without the smell of meat. The military camp ensured the supply of meat, and some of the extra bones were given here.
It was just a bowl of meat porridge. Li Minglou couldn't help but smile. It was great to be happy in such a simple way.
She turned to speak to Fang Er, who was holding an umbrella next to her. The chief clerk, who was a step behind, saw it. His heart skipped a beat and he rushed forward, but it was still a step too late. Fang Er had already looked under the city gate, and the man's voice was powerful.
Open: "The young lady invites everyone to drink together."
There was an even louder cheer immediately under the city gate, and some people raised their hands high.
"Madam, I have wine."
"Young madam, I have brought you some fine wine from the capital."
"Madam, we have a new wine vat, which is taller and bigger."
These are the merchants who come from all over the place. There is business everywhere in Dou County, especially Mrs. Wu’s big business.
Li Minglou didn't care about these business matters. She only asked what she wanted, and someone else would do it. Fang Er gave instructions to the guards who were following him, and the guards turned and left.
The chief clerk grabbed Li Minglou's arm, regardless of the difference between men and women. He was old enough to be the young lady's grandfather. The child was not sensible, and the elders had to speak: "Young madam, you can't do this."
Li Minglou respected his elders very much and asked: "Why?"
The bookkeeper said: "Buying wine is more expensive than buying food, so it is better to buy more food."
Li Minglou felt relieved: "We also need to buy food, sir, don't worry."
It was simply difficult to communicate. The chief secretary held on to her and said, "Young madam, this will attract more people."
She did it for this reason. Li Minglou smiled and said nothing.
"Young Madam." The chief clerk said with more strength in his hands and voice, "There are too many people, and Dou County cannot afford to support them."
This little girl is too rich and poor to know the horror of refugees and hungry people. You must know that when refugees seek refuge, the government will often drive them away.
Not to mention the history books and the past deeds of Daxia, there are bandits in other places, but those counties prevent the people from the countryside from coming to seek refuge.
Refugees are the source of chaos in a place.
Li Minglou held the chief clerk's arm, and the little woman's tone was a little changed: "Sir, the county does not support the people, but the people support the city and the country."
What? The chief clerk was stunned.
Li Minglou looked at the happy people under the city gate: "Besides, they don't have to be raised by us, they can support themselves."
There are many things to do in Dou County now. Merchants gather to guard and transport goods, the government builds houses and roads, and the shops and businesses in Dou County are more prosperous than before. Manpower is in short supply, and people are needed to do everything.
Li Minglou's porridge vat has also recruited many refugees to cook porridge and light fires, watch over the vat and maintain order. They don't have to pay to take care of the food.
After having enough food and housing, if they are attacked by bandits in the future, these refugees will sacrifice their lives just to keep a bowl of food and a room.
"What they paid was insignificant compared to what was given to them." Li Minglou said.
It seemed reasonable, but there was something strange about it. The chief bookkeeper thought to himself, there is always a trace of sadness in prosperity. When his hand was empty, the little girl turned around.
"Let's go to the military camp and have a look." Li Minglou said.
Fang Er responded, holding an umbrella and leaving with a group of guards surrounding her.
The chief clerk came to his senses and put aside the inexplicable sadness. My aunt, please don't go there. You will be cheered and complimented over there, and you don't know what to say.
This rich little girl doesn’t know how expensive firewood and rice are.
Is there anyone who can take care of her?
The stupid man who holds an umbrella and can only repeat Mrs. Wu's words is useless. The wooden man who seems to be in charge of everything but actually only speaks the young lady's orders is useless. The crazy guy in the county government who listens to the little girl telling stories every day is useless.
Madam Silly doesn’t even have to think about it.
Where is her husband? Does her husband just ignore it? Has anyone sent a message to Wu Ya'er of the Zhenwu Army?
"Young Madam, Young Madam." The chief clerk hurriedly chased after him, and the officials followed behind him. They were probably used to the Young Madam's generosity, and everyone was numb. Some people were whispering and guessing about the Young Madam.
What will be added to the military camp?
Only the little official who was good at calculations had empty eyes in the back.
How much does a new wine tank cost, how much manpower is required, and how much food the manpower needs to eat? When the official granary is full, it will be emptied again, and when it is empty, it will be filled again. This seemingly unchanged situation of empty, full, and empty,