Seeing that he had nothing to do, the guy was about to leave, but Yuqing called him to ask the price of steamed buns in the inn.

The guy said: "Depending on what kind of thing the customer wants to buy, one dime for a dime for a steamed bun, two dime for a white steamed bun, and three dime for a sweet white steamed bun with white sugar."

Yuqing took out half a hang of money and handed it to the mate: "Please prepare five hundred mixed grain steamed buns for me."

The guy looked at the copper in his hand and asked hesitantly: "Does the little customer buy so many mixed grains and steamed buns want to be used as dry food on the way?

Now it’s so hot, and the little customer is not afraid of losing all the steamed buns and is it wasteful if he buys so many steamed buns?

According to Xiao Xiao’s opinion, it’s enough to buy fifty or sixty. After eating, you can buy it in the town in Qianfang.

Mixed grains and steamed buns are not expensive food, so the client is afraid that they won’t be able to buy them in the future?”

Yuqing waved his hand: "I'm not buying it as dry food, I want to give it to the people who fled to the famine."

The guy looked at her and stopped talking. After a while, he spoke: "There are so many fleeing famines outside. These five hundred steamed buns donated them like water drops into the sea, which will not have much effect.

Instead, it arouses those beggars' life-and-death requests. At that time, the small customer may be unable to resist and will also implicate our small shop.

According to Xiao Xiao, don’t do this good thing, so as not to cause trouble.”

Yuqing was a little unbelievable: "Will it be so exaggerated?"

Hanshan said, "This is not an exaggeration. People are hungry and throw them aside, and those who have food on their hands will rush up and grab them."

Speaking of this, his eyes were slightly red: "Master only knows that my younger brothers and sisters are all starving to death on the way to flee, but does theMaster know how they starved to death?

The little bit of poor food they finally got was stolen by the hungry people again and again, and they starved to death.

Does the master know who robbed my younger brother and sister of food? He is a fellow villager in the same village as us.

Before they escaped or were hungry, they were all kind people. If anyone had an urgent matter, as long as they didn’t spend money and just put in their efforts, they would rush to help.

But these kind people are forced to lose their humanity by hunger.

The master wants to give alms to a small number of hungry people. Even if we send dry food to those hungry people one by one, the dry food will be snatched away by the stronger hungry people.

The hungry people who have not been robbed will make us think of us and come to rob us, which will eventually turn into a sacrifice for money, or even..." He stopped and said nothing more.

However, Yuqing could guess the part he hadn't finished. Some hungry people would commit crimes against her when they saw her beautiful sisters.

She still understands the principle that poverty and hunger breed crime.

She pondered for a moment and asked the guy: "Do you have a temple here?"

If there is a temple, she would hand over the five hundred steamed buns to the temple and let the temple give them to them. Those beggars would not riot in the Buddhist pure land.

The guy shook his head: "No."

"Then - is there an official?"

If there is an official, the five hundred steamed buns will be handed over to the official government for distribution, and if there is an official base to maintain the order, there will be no riots.

The guy still shook his head: "How can there be a yamen in places like us where birds do not shit?"

Yuqing thought for a while and asked, "Where are fewer beggars?"

The guy understood what she meant and replied in detail: "Of course there are few beggars outside the town. Those strong beggars will not let the old, weak, sick and disabled beggars come into the town to beg for begging. Unless they leave, the old, weak, sick and disabled beggars can come in."

Yuqing nodded: "You go and ask the kitchen to prepare steamed buns, I have my own arrangements."

The guy replied yes and was about to leave again.

Yuqing called him again and asked him to prepare hot water immediately. They all had to take a shower, and then arranged a good meal to wait for them to take a shower.

Guy, hurry up and arrange it.

Everyone took a hot bath with the bath beans given by Yuqing, and they felt comfortable all over.

The three eldest daughters and He washed the clothes that her mother and daughter changed, and did not dare to leave them outside, for fear that they would be stolen by those who were interested, which would ruin their innocence, so they left their clothes in the house.

The meals arranged by the guy were good, including fish, meat and a few vegetables.

After eating steamed buns with pickles for a few days, and then eating rice with good dishes, the whole family ate sweetly until they couldn't eat them.

As soon as Yuqing and the others left the dining table, a few beggars rushed over and picked up the plate, including soup and a small amount of dishes, and quickly poured them into their mouths.

The guys came to drive away the little beggars, they threw down the plate and ran away.

Not long after Yuqing returned to her room, the guy came to tell her that the five hundred steamed buns she wanted had been steamed.

Yuqing asked him to put the steamed buns into her carriage, then greeted He and drove Hanshan to the entrance of the town with him.

I saw that there were indeed many ragged elderly people and women and children sitting or lying in the woods at the entrance of the town.

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice them at all.

Hanshan stopped the carriage in front of the woods and shouted: "It's time to spread the buns!"

After only two shouts, the dying beggars struggled to get up from the ground and quickly surrounded them.

Yuqing saw that there were not many beggars, only about two hundred people.

Let them line up, one person or two, if they don’t queue up, they won’t give steamed buns, and there will be no steamed buns even if they go to the line.

The beggars lined up with each other, one of them was stuck on the hot days.

Yuqing quickly distributed steamed buns with Hanshan. After everyone received two steamed buns, there were still forty or fifty left. Yuqing gave them to the children.

The beggars begging in the town were flocking to the letter.

Yuqing and Hanshan quickly ran away in the carriage, circled around the town, got rid of the beggars, and then sneaked into the town and slipped in through the back door of the inn like a thief.

There was Xiao Hei on nights, and Yuqing and his family slept soundly until the next day before they got up, and they were all radiant.

The wontons ordered by Yuqing for breakfast were served with fried dough sticks, and in addition, the kitchen also asked them to prepare dry food for them to eat on the road.

After breakfast, I took the dry food prepared in the kitchen and settled the bill, Yuqing took a group of people to continue on the way.

When he was about to leave the town, a lame beggar suddenly pointed at her and shouted in surprise: "Then... isn't that the cinnabar young master who gave steamed buns yesterday?"

The beggars who were so hungry that they sat on the ground and stood in front of the shop were all surrounded by Yuqing and the others' carriages.

When Yuqing saw that it was not good, she quickly ran with Hanshan in a carriage, leaving the refugees far behind.

She looked back and saw many refugees kneeling on the ground and kowtowing at the backs of the carriage.

Yuqing couldn't tell whether they kowtowed for gratitude yesterday for the grace of a meal, or begged her to go back and give her charity.

She reached out and touched the cinnabar mole on the middle of her eyebrows, thinking to herself that this mole is really annoying and is so easy for people to recognize her.
Chapter completed!