"The people in the shacks came to Huai'an Prefecture after going through hardships, and all they wanted was to have a bite to eat. Fortunately, the adults were considerate and allowed us victims to finally have a safe place to live."
Song Wufu was full of gratitude to the government in his words and did not show any dissatisfaction with the resettlement measures.
Zhao Xiuran looked moved: "The government knew that it was difficult for the people living here to survive. Therefore, after disaster victims appeared in the city, they expected that a large number of victims would arrive, so they built shacks here to accommodate the victims."
Zhang Xiaomei said in surprise: "So, from the beginning, the government had the intention to allow the victims to settle here?"
Zhao Xiuran nodded: "Perhaps in other places, disaster victims mean trouble, and riots will occur if you are not careful, but Huai'an Prefecture is rich and has large areas of land for farming, so it is a good thing for disaster victims to come here."
We must know that the more people under the rule, the more fertile land cultivated, the more grain taxes will be paid in the future, which is a political achievement for those in power.
It’s not that other places don’t want to take in the victims, but they just don’t have the ability to resettle the victims in the first place. Once the victims who cannot be resettled cause unrest, it will not be easily controlled by those in power.
Zhao Xiuran's words suddenly enlightened the Song family: "This is actually like this..."
It turns out that people in power, like ordinary people, are not willing to do things that cost money!
Zhao Minglang murmured: "I thought my father was a profiteer, but I didn't expect that officials are just as evil. They have power and can be much more powerful than my father, a businessman!"
Qin Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched: "Speaking of your biological father, you are really your father's great son!"
Seeing her strange expression, Zhao Mingliang asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Xixi shook her head: "It's nothing, what you said makes sense."
The sudden affirmation made Zhao Mingliang elated: "That's right, no matter what, I am also my father's son. In terms of consciousness, I will definitely not be far behind!"
This proud look like a little peacock simply made Song Xixi blind.
On the other side, Zhao Xiuran asked about the government's resettlement method: "I heard from the village chief that the government is going to disperse you and resettle you. Wouldn't that mean you have to be separated?"
Song Wufu sighed: "The government has its own considerations, so we can only follow the arrangements. Let's break up. As long as we live a good life, it's not a bad thing after all."
Zhao Xiuran said seriously: "To be honest, Zhao has some dealings with the government. It would be better for Zhao to come forward and ask the government to place you Song family together."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Song family widened their eyes.
After coming back to his senses, Song Wufu waved his hands repeatedly: "This is a matter for our Song family, how can we have the nerve to teach Mr. Zhao to go to all the trouble!"
Zhao Xiuran smiled and said: "Miss Song saved Quan Zi's life. This is a small matter not worth mentioning. There is no need for the old man to be nervous."
Song Wufu still felt something was wrong, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Xiuran said again: "If the old man can't make up his mind, why not ask the old village chief to come over and discuss it?"
Song Wufu was at a loss for words: The old village chief longed for the villagers to be together. Now that he knew there was this opportunity, how could he let it go?
At this time, Song Xixi said: "Grandpa, since Mr. Zhao is sincere, just agree."
Song Wufu looked at his granddaughter in surprise. Seeing that her eyes were calm and she did not say anything casually, he couldn't help but guess that this was what his ancestor meant.
Thinking of this, he said nothing, stood up, clasped his fists at Zhao Xiuran and said, "Then I'll help Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Xiuran, who originally thought it would take a lot of talking, shook his head, said "it's not worth mentioning", and looked at Song Xixi with interest.
Seeing her looking at him with a normal expression, as if he was used to being able to influence the decisions of his elders, he found this little girl even more interesting.
Looking at his silly son's enthusiasm for the little girl, Zhao Xiuran shook his head helplessly. He felt more and more that he had grown a crooked bamboo shoot from a good bamboo, and he didn't know if he could straighten it out in the future.
After settling the business matters, Zhao Xiuran did not stay any longer and left the shack dragging Zhao Minglang who refused to leave.
Watching the carriage that was seeing the father and son away, the villagers from the Songjia'ao swarmed in, chasing the Song family and asking questions: "Xi girl saved Master Zhao's life, did Master Zhao bring you a thank you gift?"
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The Song family felt a shiver in their hearts. When they saw someone they didn't know poking their heads at the door, they immediately stepped aside to reveal their thatched bunk so that the onlookers could see clearly: "The carriage is parked outside. Do you think I have brought a thank you gift?"
Know?"
When they found that the Song family's bed contained only three neatly folded quilts except for a few shabby bundles, the onlookers immediately showed disappointment and talked about the Zhao family and his son:
"Sure enough, the richer you are, the more stingy you are. You say you are here to say thank you, but you don't even get a thank you gift. You are really not as good as us ordinary people!"
Before, I thought that if the Zhao family and his son were rich, they would have to give the Song family gold and silver treasures as a reward, but now they haven't even seen one, making them wait in vain!
The Song family looked at each other and did not defend the Zhao family and his son.
Although Mr. Zhao would help them find a marriage proposal with the government and relocate the Song clan to the same resettlement site, such a thing could not be made public without causing dissatisfaction among other victims and causing trouble to Mr. Zhao.
These people will not interact with the Zhao family and his son, and the Zhao family and his son will not know that they are being criticized for being stingy.
Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the onlookers dispersed after a while, and the Song family also breathed a sigh of relief.
Niu Hua'er was tidying up the thatched bed and couldn't help but said to Song Cai: "The Zhao family is not short of money at first glance. At first, I thought Mr. Zhao would repay Guobao's life-saving grace with a lot of money."
Song Cai shook his head and whispered: "We live under the noses of others. Even if Mr. Zhao gives us gold and silver, our family dare not accept it!"
Niu Hua'er didn't understand it at first, but it wasn't until Song Cai mentioned something that she suddenly realized: "Yes, everyone lives here. Today we really got a thank-you gift from the Zhao family, but tomorrow someone might snatch it away."
Already."
After that, she sighed: "Mr. Zhao is still thoughtful!"
Song Cai nodded: "Mr. Zhao has a way to relocate our whole village in one place and make other people in the village accept our family's affection. No amount of gold and silver can buy this."
Niu Hua'er smacked her lips with a regretful expression: "Then I still want money. What we lack most now is money!"
What is the value of the favors of those people in Song Jia'ao? Over time, these favors will become worthless. It is better to hold the real benefits in the palm of your hand.
Were her parents not good to the people in the village in the past? But when things come to a head, can't they only rely on themselves?
Song Cai knew what was on her mind and comforted her: "When we settle down, I will definitely find a way to make more money. When the drought in the north is over, I will go back and see for myself. Maybe my father-in-law and mother-in-law are waiting for us in my hometown."
Niu Hua'er's eyes were slightly red: "It would be great if this were really the case..."