Author: Zhong Lin

Su Xiaomu has been in this era for so long, this is not the first time that someone has kowtowed and saluted him.

But this was the first time she had seen him salute as soon as he came up and bang his head to pieces.

Zhao Mu was also stunned by such a scene. The master and the servant stared at the little beggar blankly for a long time. It was not until they saw blood marks on his forehead that Su Xiaomu reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly lifted him up from the ground to look at him.

He said: "Save your sister? Where is your sister? How can I save her? Since you have spoken, you must tell me a location."

Anyway, saving one is saving, and saving two is saving. She came here this time as if she was kind-hearted, and she should save everyone she meets.

The beggar did not expect that the beautiful little girl in front of him was really so kind-hearted.

After he was helped up by Zhao Mu, he held on to his sleeves tightly, just like a drowning man holding on to a piece of driftwood, holding on to his only chance of survival, unwilling to let go no matter what.

"My sister is at the ruined temple next to the city gate... In addition to my sister, there are many old, weak, sick and disabled people who have suffered natural disasters and are unable to save themselves. Now they are there... all of them are waiting to die.

That’s all.”

The little beggar finally had the strength to finish speaking. His eyes were red, and the only color on his face was the eyes: "Please give me some mercy, girl, and give everyone a way to survive."

"It is not difficult to save people, not to mention that the county government is also providing disaster relief. Our county magistrate is a good man and will never let any common people suffer."

Su Xiaomu didn't know the county magistrate very well, but after several contacts, he knew that he was a good official and a person who was really willing to do practical things for the people.

But the little beggar didn't get excited when he heard the words "County Lord", but a dark light flashed in his eyes that neither Su Xiaomu nor Zhao Mu noticed.

He knelt on the ground and had not yet gotten up, with blood dripping from his forehead, and kowtowed to Su Xiaomu again: "Girl, you are so kind to me, Yuan Yi will definitely repay her like a bull in this life!"

"There's no need to say nice words."

This time it was Su Xiaomu who helped Yuan Yi up from the ground. She didn't want to hear those words of thanks from him again.

If she didn't tell her that it couldn't be realized at the moment, it would still make her brain hurt.

Since we have to save people, the dessert shop won't be able to open for a while.

Su Xiaomu asked Zhao Mu to go to the small courtyard where they lived to call Zhao Lin and a few young and strong boys, and they all went to the ruined temple at the gate of the city to help the people.

Although the dessert shop has not been opened for a long time, there is still some food stored in the shop and in the small courtyard where Su Xiaomu lives.

It snowed heavily for ten days, and few shops in Fucheng are open now.

Even if there are items, they are quite expensive.

However, Su Xiaomu was not short of money, and she spent a lot of money on it. It can be considered that she supported the people in this extraordinary moment in an alternative way.

The ruined temple next to the city gate is no ordinary ruin.

This was originally a mountain temple. It is said that the incense was at its peak a hundred years ago, but I don’t know when the people suddenly abandoned their faith. The incense in the mountain temple declined, and it gradually became a gathering place for beggars and refugees.

Now with this heavy snowfall, this place has become the residence of almost all the beggars in Fucheng.

When Su Xiaomu led her men in, what she saw were people lying on the ground in a mess.

Sure enough, as the little beggar Yuan Yi said, they are all old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is not a single one who is young or strong at first glance.

This mountain temple is very dilapidated, with broken doors and broken windows.

Although it didn't continue to snow now, the cold wind was raging. Standing in the temple with a thick cloak on her body, she felt that the wind was blowing to her bones, and her whole body was about to freeze.

Not to mention those of them who have been lying here for dozens of days.

"Yuan Yi." Su Xiaomu called the little beggar. She frowned and asked him, "Where is your sister?"

"My sister is right over there! Please be kind, girl."

When Yuan Yi came in, his eyes kept scanning the people lying on the ground.

Although he remembered where his sister was lying when he left, after all, so many days had passed. If there was a deviation in his memory, or if his sister moved somewhere, it would be impossible to say.

"Zhao Mu, follow him to save his sister. As for the remaining people..."

Su Xiaomu now feels that there are not many people left who can breathe in this temple.

If he doesn't receive treatment, he will probably die.

"The rest of the people, go and rescue them quickly, Shi Zhu, help me give them ginger soup, set up the stove and other things, and give them the anti-cold medicine as water."

Su Xiaomu is not a doctor, and she has no orthodox means to save their lives. Now these are the best treatment methods that she can find in her mind.

"Yes, slave girl, go right away."

Because Shi Zhu had business dealings with the dessert shop, he specially followed Su Xiaomu into the city this time.

The old, weak, sick and disabled lying on the ground were wrapped in cotton quilts and wore cotton-padded clothes.

The materials Su Xiaomu spent a lot of money to collect this time were basically spent on them.

Su Xiaomu has never felt that she is a holy mother, she has always adhered to the same words.

If she had not encountered the suffering in this world, then she could just pretend that these dark things did not exist in the world.

But if she encounters someone, she will always try to help within her ability.

Since she has some ability now, she can help them without harming her own interests.

On the contrary, she can accumulate a little bit of virtue, and she doesn't know if it has any virtue.

Wanfu.

Gu Jingcheng talked to Master Wan for a long time, and he had quite a lot of opinions about this disaster relief matter.

However, the scoundrel didn't have much time to explain everything to the county magistrate, so he had to rely on Master Wan's words.

Naturally, in the end, Gu Jingcheng told Wan Fuzi all the prevention and treatment methods on the note Su Xiaomu gave him.

What Su Xiaomu wrote on the note were strategies to save the people that could be implemented as soon as possible.

The method he mentioned is to consider the overall situation and start from the overall aspect.

After coming out of Wanfu, Gu Jingcheng first asked Wanfu's servants to push him to Su Xiaomu's yard.

This servant was lent to him by Master Wan. After all, Su Xiaomu was in a hurry to leave and forgot to leave Zhao Mu with him.

But when he arrived at the courtyard, he didn't see Su Xiaomu. The door of the dessert shop was closed. If it weren't for the fresh footprints at the door, he would have thought that Su Xiaomu had never set foot in this place.

Entering the small courtyard, Gu Jingcheng saw Aunt Zhao boiling medicine, so he asked her where Su Xiaomu was. When he learned that she was at the ruined temple at the gate of the city, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to leave.

"Master Gu..."

When Gu Jingcheng was about to leave, Aunt Zhao suddenly called him to stop and looked at his legs with a worried look. When her eyes turned to his pale face, she was worried: "Your body?"
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