Zhao Chuanxin originally thought that only Hong Kong was affected by the disaster, but he did not expect that flooding would also occur in Jianghuai and other places. Originally this was a major grain-producing area, but this year there was no harvest.

Displaced people are everywhere, with nine empty houses and starving people everywhere.

An old woman with gray hair in rags saw Zhao Chuanxin and his group, who were well dressed, tremblingly leaning on crutches and holding a broken bowl with chipped teeth, and knelt down directly in front of Zhao Chuanxin.
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"Good people are rewarded, so show your kindness."

After saying that, kowtow to Zhao Chuanxin.

His dirty, dark face was chapped by the wind and sun. His silver hair was scattered, dry and without a trace of luster, and was stained with soil debris when he kowtowed.

When I spoke, my lips were trembling with hunger.

The whole group was shocked.

Turning his hand, Zhao Chuanxin found a steamed bun in his palm.

"Old lady, you take it and eat it first."

He knew it was inappropriate to do this, but he really couldn't bear to see people of his age kneeling down for him.

I don’t know how many years of life will be lost if I only get one steamed bun for kowtow.

When the old lady saw the fine white-faced steamed buns, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin is a very particular person. He eats both fine and coarse grains. However, fine grains such as white flour must not contain a little bran. They must be ground until there is no lump at all and the gluten must be carefully screened.

This steamed bun is much more delicate than what most people eat.

"Thank you, thank you, good people are rewarded..."

The old lady was dumb and tongue-tied, unable to say more good things, so she kept saying this sentence over and over again.

In addition to the old lady, there were more victims. When they saw Zhao Chuanxin taking out the white-faced steamed buns, they immediately became jealous and rushed forward to rob them.

Yinghua and the others turned pale.

They know how terrifying the rioters are.

He was cursing Zhao Chuanxin in his heart for not having any social experience. At this time, he should either provide a large amount of food or stop meddling in other people's business.

Gao Li suddenly took action, grabbed a man's braid, and kicked him in the calf. The man screamed and fell down.

Steady, accurate, fast, and performed to the fullest by him.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his gun and fired it into the air... emptying the magazine.

"You dare to steal my things?"

The crowd dispersed like an ebbing tide.

All of them stared at the steamed buns in the old lady’s hands with fear and greed.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and glanced around: "Hold on for a few days, and I'll have people deliver food in a few days. Now whoever dares to snatch this old lady's steamed buns, I'll kill him!"

It’s not that I don’t understand, I just don’t care.

Whoever has the gun is the biggest, this is the rule of the game in this era.

He gathered the people behind him, including Yinghua and the others.

"There is not enough food to support Hong Kong Island, and now it seems that the disaster situation in the mainland is not optimistic. Let's study, what should we do?"

When it comes to foreign advanced technology or arms, Liu Guogui is very good at it.

When it comes to food, he is a layman.

In the end, it was Yinghua who spoke: "During the Daoguang period, the imperial court issued a decree that food imports are tax-free, and goods can also be carried out of the port. The land in Siam is rich in rice, and its value is cheap. The journey is not far. Instead of us purchasing inland, let the merchants go from the middle

To make a profit, why not go to Siam to purchase it ourselves?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Liu Baobao: "You have to handle this matter. Do you dare to go to Siam?"

Liu Baoguo has grown so old that he never even dared to think about going abroad one day.

Thinking of being alone overseas without any friends and unable to speak fluently, Liu Baoguowei's scalp felt numb.

But he still said bravely: "Dare, why don't you dare?"

Now that you have money, where can you pretend to be awesome without pretending?

Letting Liu Guogui do things does not mean that we do not value his life and death.

After all, this great ancestor who was gradually led astray can be considered his ancestor, right?

Nodding, Zhao Chuanxin said to Gao Li again: "Take someone to accompany Baogui and protect him. Mr. Lianzhi, please help contact a translator who understands Siamese and go with them."

Is this arranged? Yinghua is surprised, this Mr. Zhao does not regard him as an outsider at all.

Zhao Chuanxin also named people from all walks of life who were accompanying him. Everyone has a task.

He was not stingy either. He paid for the carriage, horses, accommodation and meals, and generously allocated funds from the finance department.

Yinghua shook a wad of silver coins wrapped in oil paper in her hand, and said to Liu Jiahui with a wry smile: "Mr. Zhao is a wonderful man. He looks like Meng Lang in his behavior, but he can stand up to him at critical moments."

Along the way, he had to communicate with Liu Jiahui every day.

The "Ta Kung Pao", which he has been writing for many years, has always been aimed at promoting public morals, improving people's wisdom, imitating European and Western scholarship, and enlightening the wisdom of our compatriots.

Therefore, I admire the avant-garde Liu Jiahui very much. As long as you are not blind, everyone can see his thoughts.

But Liu Jiahui doesn't seem to have a cold, because Yinghua has a wife and children.

Besides, she couldn't pretend to be someone else at this time, so she just smiled and said, "Captain Zhao is used to being lazy, but he has a very good heart."

Zhao Chuanxin went to send a telegram to the housekeeper Freddy Pawwitt on the other side of the ocean, asking him to buy grain from the Americas and ship it to China, especially Brazil, a major grain producer.

America is also one of the largest production areas. Although the transportation process is long, it can just catch up with the food supply here when it is unable to continue.

Maybe it will come in handy.

After leaving the telegraph office, he met two men in suits and ties, one Japanese and one white.

Why can he recognize Japanese people at a glance?

The traitor leader, Rendanhu, is a short man less than 1.6 meters tall and has a typical Japanese appearance.

In Shanghai, the Japanese are like the British dogs.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin guessed that the white man next to him was British.

Sure enough, he spoke with a British accent: "There is no need for you to report the natural disasters in China back to China, right? Does your newspaper still need to inform local grain merchants?"

The Japanese have to raise their heads to look at each other when speaking: "No, this is related to the national economy and people's livelihood. Our country's food has been in a state of tense balance for a long time, and any disturbance cannot be ignored. I am worried that natural disasters in China will affect Japan's food prices."

The two of them talked and entered the telegraph office.

There was a grudge before, but Zhao Chuanxin never avenged it.

The Japanese assassinated him, but he just protested in the newspaper, which was indifferent. Perhaps both the great powers and the Qing court were watching his joke.

After listening to the Japanese, some thoughts flashed through his mind.

Japan's "Meiji Restoration" was undoubtedly very successful.

After Japan's victory in the Russo-Japanese War, many people with lofty ideals in China rushed to study in Japan, hoping to imitate Japan and learn how to make a strong country.

This trend of studying abroad has a wide impact.

But behind these successes, there are also foreshadowings of certain crises.

Zhao Chuanxin's mind was spinning and he couldn't help but smile.

He said hello to Liu Jiahui, who was still staying in Shanghai: "You go to Hong Kong Island. Mr. Yinghua and others will accompany you, so we can take care of each other."

Liu Jiahui said in surprise: "Aren't you going?"

"No matter how many people go there, food cannot be produced out of thin air. I will think of a way from elsewhere.

By the way, Mr. Miuzhi, do you recognize the Japanese translator?"

This supervision team’s move to include people from all walks of life is a good step forward.

These people have connections all over the world, especially Yinghua, who runs Ta Kung Pao.

Many things depend on him.

Yinghua doesn’t even know what to say.

I come to him for everything. I wanted to get close to Liu Jiahui in the past two days to see if there was any chance to sublimate their "charitable friendship", but I was too busy to hit the back of my head to say a few words.

He lost his initial enthusiasm and said angrily: "I don't know any Japanese translators here, but I do know a few students studying abroad in Japan."

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin did not intend to mention that he wanted to go to Japan.

But when he heard Yinghua say that he knew someone in Japan, he quickly said: "Okay, please contact Mr. Miuzhi and ask him to pick me up in Japan."

Yinghua: "..."

After leaving the customs, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was busy all night long.

I don’t even have time to read the newspaper and pay attention to the current situation in the country.
To be continued...