banquet hall
The toasts are staggered, and the silk and bamboo are melodious.
The city lord rested on the lap of his concubine Tao Ji, watching the dancer dance, Tao Ji peeled the grapes and gave them to him.
At this time, he saw a girl in a light green veil being led slowly towards her.
It was the refugee who called himself Xiaocha.
As usual, he continued to take the grapes from Tao Ji's hand with disapproval.
Suddenly remembering that she said that she was "wise and mighty", he immediately stood up and sat upright.
The grapes peeled from the concubine's hand were knocked down by him, and he felt nervous for a while, fearing that he would suddenly get angry again.
But he waved his hand without saying anything, making the dancers retreat.
Lin Xiaocha bowed to him from a distance and saluted. Although her posture was pretty, it was not standard, but it was normal to think that she was a refugee.
So she sat down at the end of the banquet.
Feng Ziying felt that the banquet was completely meaningless without singing and dancing.
But thinking of his "wise and mighty" image in front of Lin Xiaocha, he still gritted his teeth and endured it.
He looked at the girl in the green shirt farthest away. She was eating slowly and looked very pretty.
I don't know what blind thing put her so far away.
He knocked on the table with his hand and said a few words to the waiter.
Soon, Lin Xiaocha's table was moved to the seat closest to Feng Ziying.
Feng Ziying looked at her, clear and refined, with a layer of mist covering her body, very hazy.
It seems that even if you are so close, you still can't see clearly.
She has a petite frame, and with those slender wrists, she can hold her tightly with one hand.
Thinking of this, his Adam's apple rolled.
It would be much happier to just let her sit beside you and serve the wine.
Feng Ziying was about to call Lin Xiaocha over when a loud voice sounded.
"My lord, the porridge will start tomorrow?"
It was Captain Zuo who rode Lin Xiaocha on horseback.
Huge displeasure flashed across Feng Ziying's heart.
He never thought about giving out porridge at all, and it was still a hundred days.
But after all, I agreed in public, so it is inconvenient for me to deny it.
He looked up and gave his confidant eunuch a wink.
The eunuch immediately stood up, went around his banquet table, threw himself on the ground, and said, "City Lord! Absolutely not!"
Feng Ziying raised her eyebrows and narrowed her narrow eyes, "Oh? Why not?"
"The city lord is about to build the Vermilion Bird Terrace in Dongling City. It will take a year for a thousand people to build it. At that time, it will be a huge expenditure of rice and grain to feed the laborers. How can there be so much food in Dongling City to squander?"
Zuo Xiaowei was so angry that his face was purple and blue veins popped up, but he couldn't speak.
The eunuch continued to speak aggressively: "The Vermilion Bird Terrace symbolizes the heavenly power of our Zhuyun Kingdom, how can there be any difference?"
Captain Zuo blushed and said angrily: "The city lord promised this in front of the refugees, you want the city lord to go back on his word?"
The atmosphere of "one piece of paper and one weapon" is tense.
Feng Ziying's face twitched unceasingly when she heard the words "returning in succession", it was just that the storm was about to come.
Of course the concubine Tao Ji knew that Feng Ziying didn't want to give porridge, so she tapped Lanhua and pointed to the golden cup she gave him to fill wine.
"Tao Ji remembers that when she was in other cities, she also encountered porridge, but it turned out that many bullies in the city pretended to be refugees to receive porridge, but real refugees could not get it."
The eunuch hurriedly said: "Miss Tao Ji is very true. If you really donate porridge for a hundred days, someone will pretend to be a refugee. As the saying goes, if you don't worry about the few, you will definitely cause riots. When the time comes, the general will bear the consequences?"
Zuo Xiaowei slapped the case, "According to what you mean, don't do it? Do you want the city lord to break his promise in front of the people?"
Feng Ziying glanced at Captain Zuo with his long and narrow eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes.
At this time, a clear and soft voice sounded, "The city lord is wise and mighty, and he will definitely not break his promise."
Everyone was taken aback, only to see Lin Xiaocha smiling at Feng Ziying.
Feng Ziying was suddenly speechless.
The feeling of being admired is naturally good, but not to mention that he doesn't want to give porridge to those untouchables, even if he wants to, what the eunuch just said is true.
He said to Lin Xiaocha with a sullen face, "If you don't understand, don't talk."
Lin Xiaocha nodded, "If you go back to the city lord, Xiaocha doesn't understand these big things. You just know that you are very hungry, and Xiaocha is willing to do whatever you ask her to do."
Hearing what she said, Feng Ziying suddenly laughed, and asked ambiguously, "Really, anything is fine?"
Lin Xiaocha seemed to not understand his hint at all, and nodded innocently.
"If I'm hungry and have something to eat, I'm willing to repair the Phoenix Terrace."
Everyone pondered her words.
If she has something to eat, is she willing to repair the Phoenix Terrace
Feng Ziying also put away her malicious expression looking at Lin Xiaocha.
Although he has no benevolence, he is not stupid.
He is not completely unaware of the complaints from the common people that hard labor must be imposed in order to repair the Phoenix Terrace.
It's just that he never cared.
And these refugees are precarious, may starve to death at any time, just want to survive, can manage three meals a day, must be grateful. Besides, only those who work can share the porridge, so there is no need to worry about someone pretending to be a refugee.
In this way, there is no need to renege on your promise, and you don't need to collect labor from the people, which is the best of both worlds!
"Of course the owner of the city will not break his promise, as long as they are willing to repair the Phoenix Terrace, we will guarantee them three meals."
As soon as this remark came out, the civil servants and generals at the banquet whispered to each other, and there was an uproar, because it was really surprising that such a decision that was considerate of public opinion came from Feng Ziying's mouth.
The eunuch who initially opposed it knelt down, "There are nearly 2,000 refugees in the city, and the construction period can be completed in less than a year. The owner of the city is smart and wise! He is resourceful!"
Captain Zuo thought that although the refugees did some hard labor, they could have food and a place to live for a year, which is what they wished for.
He also knelt down, "The city lord is wise!"
Feng Ziying was very useful at this time, and suddenly felt that being a wise city lord was not bad.
Lin Xiaocha guided Feng Ziying to make such a decision, but he didn't take any credit for it.
She just clapped her two plain hands on her chest and gave him the palm.
A pair of bright eyes looked at him with a smile, and his whole body was filled with praise and admiration for him, as if to say: You are the lord of the city! It is wise!
Feng Ziying's heart skipped a beat.
Looking at Lin Xiaocha's eyes, there was a trace of scorching heat.
Give Lin Xiaocha a pot of wine.