Ever since they saw the Yang Mansion pushing bags of rice grains for disaster relief through Zhuque Street, the Guanlong family, which has always been famous for being stingy, opened the doors of their warehouses and ordered their servants to take out the rice grains and transport them outside the city wall to be handed over to Tongwuying's
The officers cooked porridge and gave alms.
Everyone in the Wei family, the Liu family, and the Guo family knew that the private grain hoards of these wealthy families in Gyeonggi could be compared to the national treasury of Taicang. With Mrs. Guo Guo taking the lead, a large amount of rice grains were moved from their private treasury to outside the city gate.
In front of the shack, in addition to the rice grains provided for alms, each person can also receive a lot of japonica rice.
"Hey, slow down, slow down, everyone has a share, everyone has a share. Xiaochun, give everyone a big fight, a big fight!" Zhang Yanji saw those evil servants who were usually domineering and domineering.
He obediently transported the rice to the outside of the city, feeling very happy.
Although he comes from a wealthy family, he hates others taking advantage of their status to do whatever they want. They are both raised by their mother and father, so who is any worse than the other?
"Brother Zhang, don't worry, I'll take care of everything! How can I lose our village party?" Wang Xiaochun patted his chest and laughed loudly. He had already integrated into the cultural atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty.
Ri was smiling all over his face. But maybe he was used to the unrestrained life outside the Great Wall. Ever since he returned to Chang'an City, he felt depressed and boring. The life in the military camp was too monotonous. Although he could take one day off every ten days, he didn't know how to use it.
What should I do with this opportunity?
It wasn't until their soldiers and horsemen ordered to set up porridge sheds to help the victims that they finally relaxed and relaxed. After a few rounds of stirring the black iron with the big wooden mallets, the aroma of the rice porridge became stronger.
After a while, tsk tsk, this smell brought out the greed in the stomachs of young and old men like them.
According to the total amount of grain collected, Li Kuo kept part of it for cooking porridge and distributed the rest directly to the victims. After preliminary calculations, each person could receive two measures of japonica rice. Although this amount was not huge, it was
It also temporarily provided food and clothing for the victims.
"Big brother, big brother, I want rice, I want rice..." Erya touched Li Kuo's side at some point and murmured, grabbing the boy's clothes.
"It's Erya. My brother has prepared white rice for you, two dou each." For some reason, seeing the innocent smile on Erya's face, the dark clouds in Li Kuo's heart were swept away. This smile was a disaster.
The hope in it is the driving force that supports people to survive.
If you hope not to die, you can create miracles!
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master." Erya's grandfather also came over and bowed to Li Kuo repeatedly.
Li Kuo nodded to the middle-aged man, thought for a moment, opened a bag of new rice, and scooped out four buckets of rice according to their share.
"Thank you, Master Jun. You are truly the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the compassionate and merciful Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva." The middle-aged man looked at the tattered bag in his hand and was deeply moved. Li Kuo gave himself the rice grain according to the share of two adults.
Keep filling that pocket, where can I find such a good person?
"Don't thank me. Let Erya eat a few more meals. I believe the court will open a warehouse to store grain soon." Li Kuo smiled and tied the mouth of the bag tightly for the middle-aged man.
"Big brother, big brother, when do you think we can go home?" Erya held up a finger and tilted her head to look at Li Kuo.
Li Kuo was stunned by her stare, and knelt down and said: "Erya wants to go home? Well, let me think about it. His Majesty the Emperor is currently controlling the disaster in Hedong. During the New Year, Erya will be able to go back after the New Year at the latest."
Home."
"Oh, hook!" Erya looked at Li Kuo expectantly, her big watery eyes blinking non-stop: "It's the puppy that's lying."
"Yeah." Li Kuo's eyes were sore, and he put the little finger of his right hand on Erya's little hand.
"Brother, what are your plans for the future?"
Li Kuo stood up and asked the middle-aged man harmoniously. The Tang Dynasty strictly prohibited private migration. Staying outside Chang'an City was definitely not a long-term solution. I am afraid that after the drought, most of the victims would have to return to Hedong.
"Oh, what else can I do? Let's go home. Now there is a famine in Hedong, and everyone has no choice but to escape to Guanzhong. The drought will really be over next year, so I will take Erya back home after thinking about it.
After all, there are more than ten acres of thin farmland. Although farming is a bit tiring, as long as we work harder, we can support the two of us."
The middle-aged man sighed and revealed his plan.
Li Kuo nodded and said: "If you have any difficulties, just tell me. As long as I can solve it, I will try my best..."
Before Li Kuo finished speaking, the man interrupted: "No, don't say that. It's a great kindness for you to find such a lot of food for us poor people. How can I bother you? You
Don’t worry, I am also a capable man and can support myself and Erya!”
The strong man who was with Grandpa Erya also said: "Yes, Master Jun, we know you mean well. But we also have the skills to support ourselves! I still have several acres of thin farmland at home. Even if I can't plant wheat in time next year, I can plant some
You can still make ends meet with millet. As the old saying goes, 'Only the green hills die of bamboo, but the dry ground dies of millet.' As long as it's not a severe drought like this year, we can survive it." (Note 1)
"Yes." Li Kuo nodded. Although these villagers live in poverty, they have a stronger backbone than the ministers of aristocratic families. They are determined to make a living with their own hands. If he persists in helping, I am afraid that they may become angry.
"Brother Kuo'er, brother Kuo'er, there's a letter, come..." Zhang Yanji ran over in a panic, and when he saw many people surrounding Li Kuo, his voice immediately dropped.
"Letter, what letter?" Li Kuo frowned and asked suspiciously.
"Xin'er, that's that Xin'er!" Zhang Yanji stared anxiously, then patted his head for a long time: "Chongyefang, little Taoist priest!"
"Ah!" Li Kuo was slightly shocked: "Seriously?"
"It's absolutely true, I've asked someone to trip him up, and he's just waiting for you!"
"I'll leave this to you. I'll go take a look." Li Kuo smiled at Zhang Yanji, turned around and walked towards the city gate.
Note 1: Millet: Millet, we northerners also call it millet. At that time, millet and wheat were commonly grown in the north during the Tang Dynasty. The main producing area of rice was Huainan. Wheat in the north was usually sown from March to April, while corn was sown in June.
month, so it’s a little later. And millet is super drought-tolerant, so I specifically asked my grandfather about this. Our family still grows millet and we only eat it ourselves.
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