Chapter 28 Compassion
Listening to everyone talking about the Qianhu Institute of Jiangdongmen, Yang Feng was also in a particularly heavy mood. Originally, he was just taking office with the mood of being a monk and hitting the clock every day, but what he saw today and what he heard now made him unable to stay out of the matter.
Yang Feng thought for a moment, and suddenly arose in his heart, and asked everyone, "Everyone, I still have something unknown. Our thousand-household office is so poor, so the court does not have some subsidies?"
"Of course there are some."
Everyone looked helpless when they heard this. Geng Bingyi, who is the highest-ranking Qianhu Institute, said: "When our former Qianhu Institute, Lord Di, would lick his old face to Nanjing every year, asking Mr. Bingbai to give away some money and food. Master Bingbai would be in a good mood and send some coarse grains or scattered silver. But how could he support so many people in our garrison alone? Therefore, in recent years, our garrison life has become increasingly sad. Many newborn babies even had to die because they had no milk to drink."
When many people heard this, they looked sad on their faces. Although these officers are considered exploiting classes, their hearts are full of flesh. Seeing that some of their subordinates starved to death, even if they are as hard as iron, they will not bear it.
Hearing this, Yang Feng had no intention of eating, and wanted to put down his chopsticks, but when he thought that if he put down his chopsticks, his subordinates would definitely think that they had any thoughts about them. After this, Yang Feng barely ate some more. It was not until an hour later that the people who had enough wine and food dispersed. However, before leaving, they left two servants, who were taking care of Yang Feng's daily life, and only they knew the real purpose.
That night, Yang Feng rested in this Qianhu Mansion, which was also the residence of his former Qianhu Mansion. Since the Qianhu Mansion, who had no children, died of illness, the house has also been vacant, making it cheaper for Yang Feng.
Lying on the hard bed, Yang Feng couldn't sleep, and his mind was filled with some messy things. Originally, Yang Feng had no sense of identity with the Ming Dynasty, especially when he almost starved to death in the days when he first came to this time and space, his impression of this dynasty was extremely poor. Even after staying here for more than a month, he only regarded this place as the place where he changed his destiny and earned his first pot of gold in his life. However, the things he saw today touched him greatly. The military households trembling in the cold wind, women and children seemed to appear before his eyes.
The idea of doing something for these poor people has been circling in Yang Feng's mind.
"Oh, anyway, I have made so much money recently, so I'd just go to modern times to buy some food and supplies to help these poor people. It can be considered as giving back to my compatriots in this era. Anyway, modern food is so cheap, getting one or two hundred tons of food is enough for them to survive this severe winter." Yang Feng kept convinced himself with this reason in his heart.
In this way, the white belly gradually appeared in the horizon in the far and wide, and soon the first ray of sunlight quietly emerged from the gap in the cloud.
After Yang Feng, who had not been asleep all night, got up, sent one of the servants to invite Geng Bingyi. It was two quarters of an hour after Geng Bingyi arrived. When Geng Bingyi arrived, Yang Feng, who had already washed up, was sitting here in the living room for tea.
Geng Bingyi quickly stepped forward and said, "Master Qianhu, I don't know what important things to ask for to call Beizhi so early."
Geng Bingyi was a little nervous when he said this. Although he and everyone had already said the situation of Qianhu Institute in a slightly exaggerated tone last night, he didn't know what the new Qianhu Institute was thinking. If he asked everyone for his benefits, what would he give him? In order to figure out these problems, he didn't sleep all night last night, but he did not have the good physique as Yang Feng, so now his eyes still have a black circle.
Looking at Geng Bingyi with a nervous look on his face, Yang Feng was also feeling the majesty brought by this official position. This man in his thirties is an old man from Qianhu House, Jiangdongmen, but even so, he was so uneasy when facing the Qianhu House that had landed halfway.
Yang Feng did not speak, but continued to look at Geng Bingyi with his eyes until Geng Bingyi was furrowed all over his body before he slowly said: "Previous Mr. Geng, I thought about what you said last night and thought that the change of our Qianhu Office was inevitable, otherwise we would really starve to death."
Geng Bingyi smiled bitterly and said, "It's so great that the master learned that I actually wanted to tell you yesterday. Yesterday, you offended the Lord Shi of the Ministry of War in your words. I'm afraid that the Ministry of War will never allocate us a grain of food from now on."
"Hmph, these idiots who are in corpse and eat in vain can only use these little tricks." Yang Feng snorted disdainfully before saying: "You don't have to worry about food, I will naturally have a way. I must know the origin of this official. Today, Japanese officials will go to Nanjing City first and find a way to get a batch of food and clothing to send it to the military soldiers of the Thousand Households, so that they can spend this winter peacefully."
"Sir, do you really have a way to get food and clothing?" Geng Bingyi was overjoyed when he heard this. Every winter, the elderly and children in the Thousand Houses died of hunger and cold. It would be great if there was a batch of food emergency.
"Of course I won't lie to you." Yang Feng looked at Geng Bingyi with some amusement. In modern society in later generations, the food wasted alone is enough to support tens of millions of people every year. As long as you have money, it is too easy to support a few thousand people.
However, Yang Feng still wants to remind the deputy Qianhu, who has the highest status besides him, "Geng, Deputy Qianhu, you must remember that in the past few days when I am away, you must maintain the order of the Qianhu Office. I don't want to see some things that I don't want to see after I come back."
Geng Bingyi suddenly burst into cold sweat on his back. To him, Yang Feng was hitting him insidiously, telling him not to use any tricks behind his back.
"Of course, you don't need to mention humble vocational knowledge. Don't worry, sir."
Yang Feng nodded: "That's good. Since Geng Qianhu said so, I naturally believe you. If that's the case, I will go back to Nanjing later. It will take four or five days or ten days or half a month to come back. Everything here depends on you during this period!"
After instructing Geng Bingyi, Yang Feng hurriedly ate something and rode his Huang Cong horse towards Nanjing City...
Chapter completed!