After Mr. Tian checked it, he still asked him to copy the book.
Without letting him leave, he asked his servants to bring a low table in and write here.
Yan Laoer complained secretly.
Writing at a low table is very uncomfortable whether you sit cross-legged or kneeling.
He wiped the table carefully, then took out the paper and charcoal pens he made at home and put them on the table.
After adjusting his posture, Yan Laoer began to copy the book.
It's very quiet in the study room.
There was only the lingering rustle of charcoal and paper, and the sound of the old man reading and turning pages.
Because he had copied it before, Yan Laoer was faster this time, and it was as if he had divine help when writing.
He was so focused on copying that he didn't notice the movement behind him.
Mr. Tian stood up to stretch his muscles and slowly walked over to see how fast Yan Er was writing.
How far can your writing progress in just one day?
He wants to know how fast he can write with this charcoal pen so that he can arrange more homework.
At this time, some servants sent in some letters.
There is a letter from Yan Huaiwen inside.
What it says is that all patients and victims of the disaster in Gu Fengcheng have been re-registered and separated into separate areas according to the doctor’s diagnosis.
Gu Fengcheng was afraid of missing the time to deliver grain to the capital, so he ordered the towns below to transport grain to the outside of the city by themselves, and then send people from each household to receive it. The manpower was already insufficient, and doing the two things in parallel made things worse.
Yan Huaiwen mentioned in his letter that he and the government servants who went with him did not interfere with Gu Feng's autumn grain collection, and that Mr. Gu Feng seemed unhappy...
When Mr. Tian saw this, he snorted softly.
I made a mental note to that guy: I don’t know what to say!
It is also written below that the food in Gufengcheng has been put into the warehouse. The victims do not need to worry about eating in the short term, but there is still a shortage of medicine. Yan Huaiwen mentioned at the end that Yan Er wanted the elder to send someone to Xiaoan Village to see how many medicinal materials there were in the village and send them as soon as possible.
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"Huai'an, there's a letter from your brother." Mr. Tian scanned it from beginning to end again. Seeing that it was not very important, he handed the letter to Yan Er and said, "Take a look."
Yan Laoer was hit by an unexpected surprise!
I didn’t expect that studying in a government office would have such benefits, such as being able to receive a letter from his brother!
He basically has no big problem with reading now, and he knows a lot of words. He read it quickly first, and when he saw the word " lack of medicine " at the end, his eyebrows tightened.
There are not many ready-made medicines left in the village, but many were delivered beforehand. Since then, we have been busy and have not gathered people to go into the mountains for some time.
I have no choice but to go out and buy a batch of medicinal materials.
Yan Laoer was calculating silently.
I read it carefully again, complaining in my heart, it’s true for his eldest brother, couldn’t he write more, the words are so concise, even the space for imagination is much smaller.
"Sir, I've been to Gufeng City too. There are too many people there. Those who are sick need to take medicine. The victims are fleeing from famine. They are frightened all the way. When they get there, they can't settle down. Their hearts are hanging in the air and they are panicking.
Headaches, brain fever, colds and stomachaches...especially the young and old, who are infirm, get sick every three days, and too many of them died...even if our village does nothing every day and goes to the mountains to collect medicine, there won't be enough for them to eat.
You have to go outside to find medicine.
Last time I went to Longxing. Most of the medicines stored in the border towns were trauma drugs. If I go to Longxing or Fengming, I won’t gain much. It’s better to go to Linhaifu. There will be no wind and waves this year, and the sea road will be smooth.
As long as we spread the news and leave a few people waiting there, businessmen will naturally come after hearing the news and transport the medicine."
Master Tian said: "Your method is good. I will send a letter to Gu Feng and ask them to do it accordingly."
Yan Laoer:......
Are you just going to give me this crystallization of your wisdom?
Maybe his facial expressions were too expressive and he couldn't hide his thoughts. When Mr. Tian saw it, he asked, "What does Huai'an think is wrong?"
Nothing is right!
"Sir, with the current situation in Gufeng City, can anyone come out?"
He didn't need the elder to answer, so he continued: "They can't find anyone, do they have to find someone to help, or second someone?"
"Then why don't we take the initiative and help them directly? Let's buy medicine and deliver it to them. This can not only solve their urgent needs, but we can also..."
Yan Laoer stopped talking here.
He finally came to his senses. Oh my god, my mouth is faster than my brain. Why is he talking so much?
"What can we do?" Mr. Tian didn't let him go and chased after him.
Yan Laoer thought hard, but he couldn't say that he could make a little money along with it. So what, he could only think in his heart and it was hard to say it out loud.
He turned a corner and said: "We, Huju, have nothing to do after harvesting the grain. We are helping Gu Feng buy medicine, and we are also buying medicine for ourselves. Seeing that the weather is getting colder day by day, because of the epidemic, the medicine in our city is...
Not much."
He looked at Mr. Tian thoughtfully.
Yan Laoer gave himself a big thumbs up.
It's not just that there is no medicine in the tiger's nest, but the grain is abundant and Yongning is like this.
As Yan Er said, in previous years, the border town had a small population and would not prepare too much medicine. But this year, Guanzhou received a large number of disaster victims, not only medicine, but also food. The gap it faced was not a small amount.
Huju City has been emptying its treasury due to border defense repairs for several consecutive years. The situation in other cities is better than that in Huju City.
Even Gu Feng, who suffered such an epidemic, has a richer family than Hu Ju...
Mr. Tian's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Yan Er.
I think this Yan Er has a very active mind!
He has always advocated teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. At this time, he felt that a student like Yan Er should not be restricted to his academic work. There might be a broader world for him outside of books.
As soon as he was excited, Mr. Tian asked Yan Er to put down his pen and go out with him.
Yan Laoer: I can’t get it!
Master Tian walked in front, and he followed behind.
The person walking in front didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything either. He just walked out of the back office and saw the lanterns standing at the concierge. Yan Laoer looked at the sky, said hello, and took one away.
Mr. Tian took him to the barn of the Huju government office.
The warehouseman guarding the warehouse saw the person clearly from a distance and hurried up to meet him.
Master Tian spared his courtesy and strode inside.
The warehouseman is a fat man, and there are no simple people in this position.
He took the lantern from Mr. Yan's hand with one hand and gently placed it in his free palm with the other hand.
A small piece of silver fell into Mr. Yan's hands.
The weight is very light, but this is silver. It would be as heavy as a copper plate, but wouldn't it be eye-catching?
"Brother, what's going on?" The warehouseman's voice was barely audible.
Yan Laoer accepted it very smoothly.
What's the point? It's not like he's never been bullied before, so he just does as the Romans do.
As long as the money is collected honestly and the other party feels that it is not in vain.
"Temporary decision, let's see first." Yan Laoer replied.
Cang Fu understood immediately and shook his hand.
He nodded slightly.
The two people exchanged only a few sentences throughout the whole process, but they were worth a thousand words.
No open fires are allowed in the barn.
The warehouseman left the lantern outside and opened the door wider.
Fortunately, there is still the afterglow of the setting sun, and the setting sun can still be seen clearly.
