"What Mr. Cui doesn't know is that the people affected by the disaster in these ten miles and eight villages have not received any relief money at all, let alone pensions. The lucky villagers can receive a bushel of old rice, and the unlucky ones have not received enough at all.
At this amount, there is a lot of sand and gravel mixed in with the old rice, so there is not much left to eat."
Village Chief Mao's eyes turned red again: "I heard that in Yu County next door, the villagers who were severely affected by the disaster can receive one or two silver pensions. The county magistrate often provides porridge and relief, and the corn in the granary allows the people to borrow money... Compare it to ours
Shi County is completely different."
Cui Zhiduan was shocked. He had never seen the suffering in the world. Even the snacks were made of the best fine grains. He had no idea how important a tael of silver or a bucket of old rice was to the common people.
Thinking of the food he had wasted, he lowered his head in guilt.
Now Ye Zhenzhen no longer cares about him, because the child's father's condition is obviously worse.
Cui Weizhen gritted his back molars tightly, his stern expression was solemn and terrifying. Ye Zhenzhen silently stepped forward and held his hand, comforting him softly: "This is not your fault."
Cui Weizhen personally distributed the disaster relief money from the imperial court, and he also decided on various disaster relief measures. However, Mingzhou is a large state with many counties under its jurisdiction. He cannot do everything personally. There are bound to be some among these county magistrates.
So many people who are lining their own pockets.
This Shi County magistrate is one of them.
Cui Weizhen said nothing.
Ye Zhenzhen continued to comfort her: "You see along the way, we have seen that the people have basically restored their living order, which shows that there are still a few counties that deceive the superiors and conceal the truth from the inferiors. This Shi County is just an exception."
Cui Weizhen's expression softened slightly, but his brows were still furrowed. He walked around the entire village and had no appetite for meals.
At night, everything was quiet, but Cui Weizhen tossed and turned when he fell asleep. Even though his movements were very light, Ye Zhenzhen still heard the sound of straw on the kang.
"Still worrying about what happened during the day?"
Cui Weizhen stiffened, obviously not wanting her to worry, so he chose to avoid answering: "Did I disturb you? It's okay, it's getting late, go to sleep."
Ye Zhenzhen turned over and lay on his body. The silver moon outside was bright and clear, and there was a light moonlight in the room. Her vision gradually adapted to the dim light, and she could clearly see the face of the person under her.
There were faint wrinkles between his eyebrows, his legs were clear, and he was obviously not sleepy. When he stretched out his hand and touched it, even his chin had stubble, as if it was irritability coming from the bottom of his heart. It was hard and irritating.
uncomfortable.
Ye Zhenzhen felt extremely distressed. After so many years, she had never seen him so irritable.
"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. If you keep it in your heart alone, you may damage your body."
Cui Weizhen took her into his arms and sighed: "I don't know how many people have been displaced because of my fault. I really can't sleep or eat well."
Being a minister in the capital and serving as a local magistrate are completely different experiences. Although they are both serving the imperial court, only by going among the people can they know the impact and consequences of their policies and measures on the people.
Before Cui Weizhen officially took office, he received a bloody critical blow.
He wanted to have a harmonious and harmonious government, but he had the cancer of bullying the superiors and concealing the truth from the inferiors, causing the people to suffer. This was extremely intolerable for Cui Weizhen, who pursued perfection in everything and had extremely high personal requirements.
Ye Zhenzhen understood his mood very well and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. She felt a little uncomfortable lying on her stomach and moved her body. As a result, Cui Weizhen hugged her so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
"I'm so heavy now, don't you feel overwhelmed?"
Cui Weizhen let go of his hand silently.
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
She twitched the corner of her mouth, and she didn't care because he was in a bad mood: "You didn't eat anything at night, are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
Unexpectedly, Cui Weizhen had just finished saying these words, and his stomach started singing "Empty City Strategy". Even through the darkness, Ye Zhenzhen could see his embarrassment.
Phew.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but burst out laughing. She stood up and put on her clothes. While putting on her shoes, she said, "We're not at home, so it's not convenient to make food. I'll give you a bowl of Zhuangyuan noodles."
Cui Weizhen got off the bed with her.
Qiu Wu, who was watching outside, heard the movement inside and quickly asked: "Mr. Sir, Madam, what are your orders?"
"Prepare some stove, bowls, and chopsticks. I want to serve Langjun a bowl of Zhuangyuan noodles."
Hot water from the stove, seasonings, bowls, chopsticks, etc. were quickly brought to the table. Ye Zhenzhen did not need the maids to wait on her. She raised the stove and boiled hot water by herself. After the water boiled, she put the Zhuangyuan noodles down and added some seasonings to taste.
, add some sausages, meat sauce, and dried meat, and the strong aroma instantly spreads through the boiling heat.
Ye Zhenzhen took a bowl of noodles and placed it on the small table: "It's still hot, let it dry before eating."
Across the porcelain bowl, Ye Zhenzhen's hands were burned red, and she quickly covered her ears to cool down. Then Cui Weizhen held her hands, and he frowned: "You're burned? I'll get you some medicine."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's just a little red from the heat. It's okay. No need to apply any medicine."
It's too much to make a fuss about.
However, Cui Weizhen didn't listen, so he still found some ointment and wiped her burned hands. The cold ointment spread on her skin. It must be said that the effect was much better than covering her ears.
Now the noodles were no longer very hot. Cui Weizhen picked up the noodles, blew on them and ate them. When he looked up, he saw his wife looking at him longingly...the No. 1 Scholar Noodle in his hand.
"You want to eat too?" Although Cui Weizhen was confused, he still took a chopstick of noodles and sent it over.
Ye Zhenzhen was like a snake and scorpion, shaking her head repeatedly: "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat."
She has been replenishing her body since giving birth to Xin Ning. She drank a lot of soup and water, and her whole body became plump. She couldn't refuse those supplements, but she could still make the decision on these snacks.
Therefore, Ye Zhenzhen has been controlling her diet recently and trying her best not to eat, otherwise she will become fat and cry sometimes.
Cui Weizhen knew that she was greedy but not hungry, so he stopped persuading her and ate the remaining noodles in a few times to avoid making her feel itchy and entangled.
The instant noodles were so fragrant that Ye Zhenzhen secretly swallowed, but thinking of the consequences of a mouthful of instant noodles, she silently suppressed the urge in her heart.
After Cui Weizhen finished eating the noodles and washed up, his mood obviously improved a lot - food is indeed a good medicine to save his mood.
Cui Weizhen was obviously aware of Ye Zhenzhen's good intentions: "I made you worry."