: Visiting the poor and asking questions about suffering

Mr. Huang saw this and couldn't help but smile: "Everyone, since Mr. Gao and Miss Jia have expressed their stance, Mr. Yan will be the first. What do you think?"

"Okay!" "Agree!" There was a burst of cheers and cheers from below.

"Then please invite Mr. Yan Ziling to come on stage to accept the award."

There was another burst of applause from the audience.

Two thousand taels of silver are naturally not physical objects, but a banknote.

Yan Zixiu took the banknote and said: "Thank you Mr. Huang, thank you all the judges, thank you all friends. Everyone, when I came to your town yesterday, I saw some poor families who had insufficient food and clothing and were suffering from hunger and cold. It was very difficult. In my heart

It’s very unbearable. I live alone, how much money can I use? So I plan to donate more than half of the lottery winnings to buy food, clothing, charcoal and other winter items for poor residents. I also hope to get support from all benevolent people.”

The whole place was silent for a moment. What is going on? I finally won the lottery of two thousand taels of silver, and I donated more than half of it?

The reason why Yan Zixiu only donated more than half was because of his current status.

Although everyone has never encountered this kind of situation before, everyone still has inner kindness. "Yan Ziling's" sincerity moved most of the people present. A burst of particularly warm applause broke out.

Miss Jia said loudly: "No matter whether I am second or third, all my winnings will be donated!"

Miss Jia said to Yan Zixiu: "Mr. Yan, I want to be in a group with you."

This is a scene that Yan Zixiu has seen many times when he was helping poverty in the local world. No matter how nice it is, it is not as sincere as real money.

Yan Zixiu's group includes Mr. Huang, Yan Zixiu, Miss Jia, Mr. Gao, and a young scholar named He Jiayu. As his name suggests, he has a gentle and elegant temperament.

No one is willing to lag behind in such a good thing.

“Yes!” “Yes!”…

Yan Zixiu made a note, handed the notebook to Mr. Huang, then took out some scattered silver and took the old man's hand: "Uncle, you can use these first. We will send some things over tomorrow."

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old ran out of the house, barefoot and without shoes: "Dad! What's going on?"

Mr. Gao was infected and said loudly: "I also donated everything!"

"Relief? Investigation? Aren't you here to collect things?" The old man was surprised.

After getting consent, he felt the patient's pulse and said, "You are suffering from cold and lack of food in your stomach. Just take the medicine and add some food and you will be fine."

"Uncle, if you really want to thank us, do us a favor. Take us to learn about other poor families. What do you think?" Yan Zixiu is very willing to give others a chance to give.

"Well, I, I can't thank you enough." The old man said with tears in his eyes.

Yan Zixiu brought a notebook to register specific information. The contents included: address, family size, poverty status, recommended relief level, and remarks.

After a while, a ragged old man came out of the hall, opened the door, and saw five people outside, with doubts and fears in his eyes.

Yan Zixiu's words were a bit convoluted, but everyone understood them.

The old man's tears fell again: "Brother, let's go. I'll take you to the next house."

The first house has an earth-walled courtyard and an earth-walled house. The courtyard wall is very low, and you can see what's going on inside when standing outside the courtyard. The windows have wooden frames and paper window lattice. There are holes in some places.

"Okay. Okay." The old man wiped away his tears, "Shunzi! Shunzi!"

The old man's legs felt weak and he wanted to kneel down.

The head of the household is a middle-aged man with a sad look on his face: "This is the mother of the child. My whole body hurts and I can't get out of bed. It seems to be getting worse. Alas..."

"Okay! From today on, no one in Xiaoyao Town will freeze to death or starve to death!" Mr. Huang said loudly.

Mr. Gao suddenly said: "Brother, give me the prescription and I'll get it. I walk fast. No, you don't need to give me the money. I have it."

On the way, Miss Jia asked: "Mr. Yan, I feel that you are very experienced in doing this kind of thing. Do you do it often?"

Braving the cold wind and snow, the group walked towards the next house under the leadership of the old man.

Yan Zixiu gave the boy some more money and said with a warm smile: "Little brother, buy a pair of shoes and put them on."

The poor are like this. They don't have any serious problems, but there is no treatment or cure, so that minor illnesses become serious and serious illnesses drag on to death.

Yan Zixiu added a suggestion: "Mr. Huang, I suggest that each group bring thirty taels of silver first. If they encounter those who are particularly unable to survive, rescue them first and write them off afterwards."

The old man burst into tears when he saw real money.

Yan Zixiu tore off a page from his notebook, wrote a prescription, and gave some scattered silver to the head of the household: "Brother, go get the medicine. And buy some nutritious food. Take three doses, and the food will keep up."

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"That's right. But I hope I never have to do such a thing. It's not that I don't want to do it, but I hope there won't be such a thing."

In the second house, the house is low, cramped and dark, and the mistress of the house is lying on the bed moaning.

Yan Zixiu naturally pulled up a small stool and sat down in front of the bed, and said to the patient: "Don't be afraid. I am a doctor. I will take your pulse."

There are 40,000 to 50,000 people in Xiaoyao Town, one-eighth of whom are extremely poor, and there are more than 5,000 people, totaling more than 1,000 households.

Poverty alleviation, poverty alleviation, means that there are people struggling in poverty who need you to help them. Poverty alleviation is of course important, but it is only a temporary solution, eradicating poverty is the ultimate goal.

The man knelt down with a plop: "Good man, a good man who saves people in trouble! If the mother of the child is gone, our family will be separated."

Yan Zixiu immediately stopped him. He had seen this phenomenon many times: "Uncle, it can't be like this, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Okay." The boy was very happy and wanted to run away, but was gently held by Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu knocked on the door: "Is there anyone there?"

Yan Zixiu looked at Miss Jia.

This sentence moved many people to tears.

Yan Zixiu repeated: "Uncle, how many people are there in your family? How are you preparing things for the winter?"

Yan Zixiu said warmly: "Uncle, don't be afraid, we are here to investigate the poverty situation. We will send relief supplies tomorrow according to the actual situation. How many people are in your family?"

"This?!" Everyone was stunned.

There are twenty teams, each responsible for investigating about fifty households.

"There are six people. My mother, my wife, and two children. How can we survive the winter? Is there anything we can survive the winter?" The old man lowered his head.

According to the divided areas, the team began to conduct door-to-door surveys.

The old man handed the scattered silver to his son: "Go, hurry up and buy some food for the family. Your eldest brother and I will go out to do some errands."

Mr. Huang's face was rosy and his eyes were watery: "The ancients said: Use literature to make friends, and friends to help people. This is really great. We immediately divided the work and divided into twenty groups to conduct on-the-spot investigation. Today we will summarize the investigation situation. Tomorrow we will

The winter supplies will continue to be distributed. Are you willing to participate?"

The old man thought he had gone back on his word, and was anxious and scared.

"no problem."

Miss Jia looked at Mr. Gao and felt that he was not as annoying as before: "Humph, just go together if you want."

The other winners were not as wealthy as Mr. Gao and Miss Jia, but they all donated part of their money within their means. As a result, out of the four thousand taels of prize money, another three thousand taels were donated.

"We are not here to collect things." Miss Jia frowned, thinking to herself, is there anything here that is worthy of a young lady like her?

Under the leadership of an old man, it is much easier to enter a poor family.

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Yan Zixiu felt sad and quickly supported the head of the household: "Brother, don't be like this. We are too late."

Mr. Gao also hurriedly summoned up the courage to say, "Mr. Yan, I, I also want to be in a group with you."

He is a monk in the late stage of Qi training, so of course he walks fast.

At first, he was a little reluctant to visit the poor, but Yan Zixiu's natural expression of equality and friendliness gradually infected him.

Miss Jia saw that Mr. Gao was so interested in him and smiled at him. This was the first time she truly smiled at him naturally.

Mr. Gao suddenly felt like he was in the clouds and walked away lightly.
Chapter completed!