Chapter 1161: There's Hope of Survival!

The fact that the family library was also preserved brought him some solace. 。Guo Qingxu was afraid that her uncle would be even more heartbroken, so she urged them to say goodbye. 。Mr. Guo once again...Local governments opened granaries and provided food aid to displaced people on the spot.

Before this, the governors of each state shied away from responsibility and turned a blind eye to the crimes of the refugees, temporarily suppressing the issue and giving them a chance to redeem themselves.

If you continue to be oblivious and indifferent, then we'll settle the score together in the end.

Whether by coincidence or unintentionally, Mr. Wen was sent to the most distant prefecture, almost reaching Fengshan County.

Li Laer didn't have time to chat with Mr. Wen further, so he immediately left the palace and started gathering people, getting busy.

After all, nearly 10,000 displaced people are like hungry children, their eyes bloodshot from hunger.

The longer the delay, the greater the danger of chaos.

Fortunately, Li was short of everything else, but not experience dealing with common people...

In the Suijin Beach, the village chief was chatting with the old men under a tree.

I've been busy for almost two days, really exhausted, I wish I could fall asleep on the floor.

But at this time, the fields were empty, and the mountains were empty. There was no work to be done, and everyone felt uncomfortable. They always felt like their hands and feet didn't know where to go, and they couldn't sit still as if there was a nail under their buttocks!

Thus, the men of the village came one after another, chatting idly with the elders while requesting to join the patrol team.

"Village Chief, please put us in the patrol team, day or night. Just sitting around like this, our bones are starting to rust."

"Yes, Village Head Uncle, it's really not working. Let me ask the master's family if there are any jobs in town. We can go help out too."

"I wish I could just take my wife's chores, doing the housework and cooking every day is so boring."

The village head chuckled and tapped his smoking pipe twice, scolding the crowd with a smile.

"You bunch of lazy good-for-nothings, destined to work your lives away! You didn't complain when you were exhausted before. Now that you get a break, you start whining!"

Uncle Zhao let out several hearty laughs and replied.

"This is a true man, someone who lives life honestly."

"Indeed, everyone's spirit is the best! It was this very spirit that allowed us to start from scratch and achieve what we have today!"

"That's right, who isn't envious of our life on Suijin Beach now It all comes from hard work and sweat!"

The men listened with delight, grinning sheepishly and scratching their heads.

Simplicity and diligence are their best qualities.

The village head re-lit a bit of dry tobacco, saying, "Tomorrow I'll go into town for a trip and ask around to see if Lord Master and the County Mistress have any arrangements.

"We thought life in the village was peaceful, but actually there are so many things happening in the city. Lord and Lady Protector have worked tirelessly to keep everyone safe."

"We should do our best to help if we can, and just keep quiet if we can't. Don't cause trouble for the master. Understand"

"Got it, old man." The men quickly replied.

The village head nodded and lowered his voice, instructing, "You mustn't fight over the patrol duty. These one hundred wounded brothers just arrived at our Shating Beach, they might be looked down upon. Having some work to do makes them feel like they have a place here. Understand"

"I know, I know!"

The men quickly responded, their smiles a little sheepish and awkward.

They were only concerned with their own happiness and forgot about their wounded comrades.

The village could spare this grain. It wouldn't be a problem to feed over a hundred wounded soldiers even if they were here.

But they, too, are strong and unwilling to just sit around and eat for nothing.

They don't have to patrol and can do other jobs, but their brothers' patrols are their sincerity to the village.

Just then, a fast horse galloped down the side road and dashed straight towards the village head.

"Zhao Shu's eyes were sharp, and he peered out, saying, 'It seems to be Xiao He. Did the master have any orders'"

Everyone stood up.

Soon, Zheng He arrived nearby and dismounted.

As soon as he saw everyone's grim faces, he quickly said, "Don't worry, everyone. The old master has a task that needs all of you to help with, it's nothing bad."

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, and a heavy weight lifted from their hearts.

The village head pulled Zheng He over and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you Please tell me quickly."

Zheng He then said, "Our family has been giving porridge and steamed buns to the refugees. The Emperor and those high-ranking officials in court found out. The Emperor ordered that households in the city donate grain and vegetables, and they made our master responsible for providing food and drink to the refugees outside the city, making sure they don't cause trouble."

"That's nearly ten thousand people, sir. You don't have enough men around you, and you can't trust outsiders, so you sent me back to ask Village Chief for help."

"Relief for refugees"

The village head and the crowd were surprised, then overjoyed.

"It's about time! Those refugees are all from the south, where life is unbearable. They came to Xin Du just for a better chance, it's truly pitiful!"

"Yes, when I was ladling out the stew for them yesterday, I wished the bowl had no bottom. They ate so little! With so many people, it's really worrisome! Now that the Emperor has spoken, this is truly wonderful!"

"As long as the imperial court provides us with grain, we'll go help Lord Uncle. We'll work hard and do our best!"

Everyone responded with cheers, happy for the displaced people.

The village head immediately discussed with Zhao Shu and a few others, and finally decided that the 150 old soldiers would remain, all staying behind to look after the village.

The rest of the villagers stayed behind, one-third looking after the home and attending to daily affairs.

Two-thirds of them, all strong and nimble hands, went out to help with the work outside the city.

In less than half an hour, the villagers packed their things and set off.

Outside the city gate, refugees who had stayed for two or three days had managed to get some food and seemed to be doing okay.

But the elderly, the weak and the children, having gone without food and water and been exposed to the sun, simply couldn't hold on any longer.

After all, they came here relying on the belief that they could be saved just by being under the Emperor's rule in Xindu.

Now, looking at it, there is still no hope of survival, and many people have fallen.

When loved ones suffer, others grieve as if it were their own loss. But the people of Xin'du remain cold and indifferent spectators.

At this time, Li Lao Er brought the relief officials to the scene.

The first thing the elderly and children from the Relief Office did was to clang their copper bowls and spoons, shouting all around.

The Emperor has decreed that a soup kitchen be set up immediately to provide porridge for the people. Everyone will have food soon, we must persevere! Don't panic, don't cause trouble, things will get better soon!" "We'll have food soon! We won't have to go hungry anymore!"

Everyone, get ready! We'll be taking names and origins shortly, then you can head over to get some food and fill your bellies!

"Everyone cheer up, stop making noise and wait for the arrangement. Everyone can survive!"

The elderly and children at the relief agency may have different words, but their meaning is the same.

The refugees initially didn't believe it, but when they flocked to the city gate and saw horse-drawn carriages transporting cooking pots and pans, as well as bulging sacks of grain.

They couldn't help but cheer, and some even hugged their loved ones and cried tears of joy!

There's hope for survival now!

The children from the Relief Agency put down their basins and spoons, moved the tables and chairs aside, rolled up their sleeves, and transformed themselves into little gentlemen.

And the elderly people carried seven or eight large baskets, each filled with black slips of paper.

All refugees who had registered their names, origins, and number of family members would be issued a pass.

This is his proof that he and his family will receive relief rice porridge from now on!

The displaced people crowded around all the tables and chairs, packed in so tightly that it was hard to move. They were eager to register as soon as possible so they could get their food sooner.

The boys were shouting so loudly that they wouldn't let the refugees queue up properly.

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