Ming Wuyan nodded, "Grandpa respect, then I will give each of them one hundred taels and let them go back to their hometown, is that okay?"
"Girl Wuyan, you don't need one hundred taels per person, fifty taels per person is enough, and you can buy some food and drink for them to take with them on the road." Jing Lao has his own ideas, for one thing, the money of Wuyan girl didn't fall from the sky. Secondly, these people are all poor people, and they don’t have the ability to protect themselves. If they have too much money, they will easily cause disasters. Everyone has hands and feet. As long as they return to their hometown safely, they can still live.
"Then I'll listen to you." Ming Wuyan didn't quite understand the prices here, so she took out two thousand taels of silver bills and handed them to the old man, "You exchange them into loose silver and distribute them to everyone, and I'll figure out a way for the rest."
"Ms. Ming, let me help you with the exchange of loose silver. You ask two people to go with me. I just want to send these contracts back." Li Yamen servant stood up.
"Then I'll trouble you." Ming Wuyan didn't show any politeness to him either. If two thousand taels were exchanged into loose silver and copper plates, it would be quite a lot, and it was a large sum. It would be great to have Li Yamen's help.
Jing Lao asked two young men to go with Li Yamen. After they left, Ming Wuyan said to Mr. Shang who had not left yet: "The refining of this kind of purple golden pill that can bring the dead back to life is very complicated. I don't have the ability to refine it for the time being. I will ask my master or senior brother if there is any. If there is, I can ask for one or two. If not, I can only think of other ways. Maybe Mr. Shang can help me ask the general, besides the purple golden pill, if other pills are okay."
Mr. Shang nodded, "Okay, my brother-in-law just happens to be working in the General's Mansion, and I'll go to deliver the New Year's gifts later, so I can help you with a question."
"Thank you then!" Ming Wuyan stood up, took out a bottle of Hongyan Pills and handed it to Mr. Shang, "This is my annual gift to Mr. I may ask Mr. for help in the future."
Mr. Shang was actually embarrassed to accept it, but despite the temptation of the elixir, he finally accepted it, and said happily: "Of course, as long as Miss Ming asks, as long as I can do it, I, Shang Li, will definitely help."
Mr. Shang left happily, and not long after, Yamen Li and the money changer came back, and Ming Wuyan also gave Yiya Li a bottle of Hongyan Pills, and Yamen Li was so happy that his face burst into smiles.
In the afternoon, everyone had an early lunch, and distributed them to families with money. Many people thanked Jinglao and Ming Wuyan one by one after the meal and left.
Even among the twenty or so homeless people, several of them followed them. Of course, Ming Wuyan also shared their burden.
In the evening, the whole yard was quiet, because except for the three families who had children who wanted to stay with them to respect the elderly and study medicine, the rest were all half-grown and homeless children.
The oldest was seventeen years old, and the youngest was only five years old. They were all boys, which made Ming Wuyan very moved.
Here, girls generally don't wander around, and even if they do, they will be picked up and sold into brothels, while boys eat too much and are too young to work, but they become the most disgusted people by everyone.
These children are definitely not allowed to farm, so Ming Wuyan changed her plan and did not plan to go to Shili Village, but directly settled these people down.
Fortunately, most of them have left, and the remaining people only add up to 18 people. The medical center and the yard next door can accommodate them.
Just as Ming Wuyan was contemplating, a voice interrupted her. "Sister Yan'er, I have something I want to discuss with you."
Ming Wuyan raised her eyes, and saw a tall and thin boy standing in front of her. He was the oldest of the group, seventeen years old. She remembered that others called him Dashan.
She looked at him and nodded, "Well, you say."
Dashan patted his head shyly, and said hesitantly: "I think, I can, I can make buns, I want to open a bun shop, and I want sister Yan to lend me fifty taels of silver. With a bun shop, I can support my younger brothers."
Yan'er is younger than himself, she is not related to everyone, and she has done her best to help everyone up to now, they have to go on their own in the future, they can't always count on Yan'er for help, and they can't hold back Yan'er's younger sister.