The lively sound of beating and beating outside made Han Yu not in the mood to read, but Lu Zheng was relieved and enjoyed eating.
Seeing that Han Yu's brows were always furrowed, Lu Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he asked casually, interrupting Han Yu's meditation.
"Where did Zixiao go? I didn't see anyone else this morning, and I wasn't here in the morning..."
Han Yu's thoughts returned, and he asked him, "Didn't you see him?"
Lu Zheng ate a plate of white cake into his stomach, and then drank a large bowl of hot tea, the chills of his body were evaporated.
"I didn't see it... This plate of white cake is still his breakfast. He didn't eat it. It's a pity that it was cold, so I cooked it and ate it." Lu Zheng patted his chest, gave himself a good mood, and poured it down again. A big bowl of hot tea, the warm feeling made him a little sleepy.
Han Yu's mouth twitched, as if she had seen Wei Ci come back and found the food was gone.
Where is Wei Ci, who was being talked about by the two at this time
He was dressed in a plain Confucian shirt and covered with a cloak that barely kept out the cold, and took two servants and a car to the slum where the snow was severely damaged.
Many slums that have been in disrepair for a long time have collapsed, making the road that is difficult to travel extremely rough, and it is difficult for people to get in and out. There is no porridge nearby. Many people are struggling to make a living. Starved to death or frozen to death.
"Weirang-kun is here—"
As soon as he arrived at the alley, a seven- or eight-year-old girl happily ran into the alley.
Not long after, twenty or so thin old women with bowls or children under ten years old came out. Wei Ci asked the servants to stop the cart and lifted the thick quilt covering the cart. With the lid on, there is still sweet heat wafting out.
"No hurry, everyone has a share."
Although Wei Ci did not have many expressions, a beautiful person always had some privileges. Those people were quite moved by his actions of coming to deliver food every day. Jun, but very close to like.
It didn't take long for the three large buckets of steamed buns to be sent out, and the large bucket of sticky white porridge had bottomed out, and the residue was scraped off.
At this moment, Wei Ci found that the hem of his clothes was being pulled by someone. He lowered his head and looked at him. The girl with a gray face stared at him with black and white eyes. He seemed to see another child, and his heart softened.
Crouching down and looking at the other party, he asked, "Have you completed the tasks given to you two days ago?"
The girl nodded her head heavily, her yellow face flushed a little, and she responded happily, "Well, it's all done!"
The house collapsed, crushing many sleeping people to death, and the road was blocked, so that the people in the cave were separated from the outside world.
Wei Ci hired young and strong men from the cave to provide them with three meals a day, and gave them extra wages to clear the rocks and snow on the road. Under the pressure of snow, more houses will suffer.
The girl in front of her lost her mother in the snow disaster, and her father also had his leg broken by the fallen Liangzi, so he couldn't work at all.
Without the only labor force, the days of this family of two can be imagined.
Wei Ci smiled and gave her a task, and asked her to remember the person who cleaned the snow and rocks, paid daily wages, and returned clothes to keep out the cold.
The child was very attentive to this and did it very seriously.
"Well done," he boasted.
The child cracked his mouth with a smile, exposing the gums with a few missing teeth, and seemed to realize that this was not good, and closed his mouth shyly.
Wei Ci asked the servant to settle yesterday's wages, and then asked the servant to remove a few bags of grain from the cart, leaving some grain for each household.
"I won't be here in another two days. There is still some food and money here, you should keep it for you."
Wei Ci is now considered to be in the middle of the family, but the camel who died of starvation is bigger than the horse. Before Wei moved away, he left him a lot of money, enough for him to live a life without food and clothing. He just followed Mr. Yuanjing to Beijing for the evaluation. At first, he did not think Will come across this, not much with it.
"Thank you... Thank you, my benefactor, for the great kindness... "
The crowd said thanks, and even some old people wanted to kneel down, but Wei Ci stopped them all.
Leaving the slum, Wei Ci sighed worriedly.
Personal strength is always weak, even if he loses his family wealth, what can he save
Wei Ci's residence is not close to the second prince's residence, but if he wants to go back, he must pass there.
The farther away from the cave, the more tidy and luxurious the surrounding houses, and the road under your feet has changed from a muddy dirt road to a neat stone road.
It was hard to imagine that such a cave and the courtyard house in front of him would be in the same area.
Seeing a majestic guard of honor clearing the way ahead, he asked the servant to park the scooter aside to make way for the other party.
"Lang Jun, the street in front is the residence of the Second Prince, do you want to take a detour?"
The servant pushed the cart and spoke uneasily.
There are hundreds of tables with flowing water, occupying an entire street, ordinary people are not allowed to even approach, and their servants cannot enter.
"Let's take a detour, so as not to collide with the nobles and cause unnecessary trouble."
Wei Ci lowered her eyes and closed the sides of her cloak tightly, her brows furrowed leaving a few creases.
The mansion of the second prince was originally the property of a senior officer in Shangjing, but he was later convicted and confiscated. It takes a lot of time.
Wei Ci saw the corner door of the second prince's mansion open from a distance, and buckets of swill were transported to the swill truck.
After a long while, the swill bucket was finished moving, and the vermilion corner door was quietly closed.
Across the distance, Wei Ci heard the servant who transported the swill communicate in a low voice.
"Hey, where is the swill, it's clearly buckets of silver... I saw those dishes, they were neat and tidy, some only moved two chopsticks, and some didn't even move, so they poured them into the swill buckets as if they were The rubbish has been taken out... Outside, I don't know how many people starved to death... Even if you throw the uneaten food to those people to eat, you can save many people..."
Another cook said, "You don't want to die. What nonsense are you talking about here? If you are heard by the nobles, you will lose your life on the errand. What qualifications are there to eat... Otherwise, people are born with golden spoons and are born noble, we are mud legs in the field, born to be trampled by others... "
"You still have the face to talk about me, but you didn't keep the door open..."
The two cooks fought for a while, sighed, and quietly drove out of the back door of the mansion.
When Wei Ci heard this, it was as if she was in an ice cellar, and the cold air rushed to her brain from the soles of her feet.
There seemed to be a pair of mocking eyes flashing in front of him, making his heart tighten.
"Your Majesty... you are right..."
He murmured in a low voice, his eyes were hot, and he almost burst into tears.