Soon, the roster began to be reorganized, and registration was started in different categories by location.
In the afternoon, more people came to receive porridge, but at the same time, someone sent a message saying that King Ning had also set up a porridge station at the north gate, with a total of eight pots.
Wen Qingzhu laughed at that time, turned around and ordered to shorten the porridge time to two hours.
Even though King Ning added a porridge station, Wen Qingzhu still found that there were only a lot more victims.
It looks like we need to expand three more soup kitchen locations tomorrow.
Soon, the sky darkened.
The porridge shed was still guarded by soldiers, and more and more workers and craftsmen began to work.
After returning to the yamen, Wen Qingzhu walked to the back hall and saw hundreds of accounting clerks, who were writing furiously and starting to copy and classify registrations.
The sound of the rustling of paper and the tapping of the brush on the inside of the inkstone kept coming from the room.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qingzhu estimated that about 15,000 people had registered today.
Even if there are hundreds of people here, if you want to organize them by category, it will take until dawn to complete.
But if they work harder this night, their work will be easier later on.
She turned around to leave, but saw Jiang Yuanhan walking here, followed by Jia Xiaowu.
Wen Qingzhu hurriedly greeted him: "Why are you here?"
"He's here to see my sister." Jiang Yuanhan stopped in front of her, pointed to the room next door and said, "Let's go over there and talk."
After sitting down in the room, Jiang Yuanhan immediately took out a copy of the account book: "This is the food record of Prince Ning! I don't know if it is true? Sister, help me take a look."
Wen Qingzhu took it over and took a look. When he saw the final total number, he was immediately shocked.
1,238,99 kilograms of grain!
She immediately raised her head: "Prince Ning and the others really have so much food?"
"I don't know. Wu Mian discovered this when it was almost dark, but I suspect that Prince Ning let us discover it on purpose."
Wen Qingzhu pondered for a moment, then turned to Jia Xiaowu and said, "This is your handwriting. It must have been copied by you. After reading it, do you feel anything is wrong?"
Jia Xiaowu thought for a long time and said uncertainly: "If this is true, there must be a place to put these grains, because Master Wumian just looked at the approximate amount, and we don't have the specific accounts yet. I know, so I can’t tell whether it’s true or false, I can only say it’s unlikely!”
"There is so much food that we can almost catch up with what is in the royal warehouse!"
Wen Qingzhu thought slowly and carefully. It was impossible for Prince Ning to start preparing to purchase grain early.
But in the snowstorm in the north, merchants have the most sensitive sense of smell. When the Jia family started purchasing, not many people dared to sell food.
"How about I send Wu Mian over tonight to take a look?" Jiang Yuanhan made a suggestion.
Wen Qingzhu looked up at him: "Are you asking about food?"
"Yeah." Of course Jiang Yuanhan was anxious. They didn't have so much food. When the food was shipped from the capital, half of it was given to Prince Ning.
If King Ning really had so much food, maybe the victims would be able to survive this winter just by donating porridge.
"Don't move tonight!" Wen Qingzhu immediately rejected the proposal, "If Prince Ning really had so much food before, he would just calmly cause trouble for us instead of trying to lose face and come to cooperate with us!"
Jiang Yuanhan thought about it for a moment and felt something was wrong: "Did they show it to Wu Mian on purpose?"
"That's most likely the case!" Wen Qingzhu nodded.
She turned to Jia Xiaowu and asked Jia Xiaowu to transport the food as soon as possible, at least to ensure that the disaster relief food from the capital came down.
At dawn, Lu Tao sent over the accounts.
Wen Qingzhu looked through the general accounts and found that there were more than 13,000 people in total, 2,000 of whom were obviously registered twice to receive porridge.
"Miss, Luo City said they can pick someone to send over!" Lu Tao took out the letter sent by Yang Da.
Wen Qingzhu reached out to take it, nodded, got up and went out to find Master Tan.
Taking some of his capable craftsmen, he set out for the city gate.
This time, after receiving porridge, you are no longer simply registering, but according to where you are from. If you came to receive porridge yesterday, you must provide a more detailed address and name.
At the same time, someone was beating gongs and drums from behind and kept repeating: "Luo City is looking for workers, food and accommodation are included! Wages will be calculated separately! Carpenters and masons will be admitted first!"
Behind the registration desk, several signs were erected this time.
The above mentioned information is also written on it, but there is also another recruitment information: recruiting scribes, food and accommodation are included, and the wages are generous!
The message was not shouted out, just posted on the sign.
If you really know how to read, you will naturally know this news.
Soon, many people were enthusiastically signing up.
The people brought by Mr. Tan began to conduct several simple tests as required.
The first craftsman's daily use of tools stumped many people.
But the news spread quickly, and many people began to see hope and began to queue up with more patience.
At the end of the day, one hundred and thirty-six workers were found.
After taking them into the city, the victims outside began to get jealous.
Many people start learning on the spot from carpenters and masons who know how to do it.
The sky slowly darkened and the torches on the city wall lit up. Many victims knew about this opportunity and decided to queue up early tomorrow morning.
Wen Qingzhu watched them start learning almost on the spot, and some even gave away the porridge they received.
So, overnight, skilled people became the most popular people here.
After thinking about the situation during the day today, Wen Qingzhu thought that there were almost no literate people among the victims.
After a whole day, I didn't find anything written on it.
On the second day, recruitment began at the city gate for weavers and skilled cooks, regardless of age.
Suddenly, women began to appear in front of Wen Qingzhu.
Most of them are sallow and thin, and their original appearance cannot even be seen.
It was only when the needle and spoon were given to them that they felt proficient.
Compared with the previous recruitment of male workers, this time as long as women come, almost all are accepted.
There were nearly a thousand people in this group, and Wen Qingzhu immediately sent someone to take them into the city.
At the same time, the family members of these female workers can receive an extra half bowl of porridge, and those with mothers, wives, and daughters can receive an extra portion of porridge.
As soon as this condition came out, many people immediately regretted it. Even if he had no chance to work, if his mother, wife and daughter were still there, he would not be half full and not hungry!
In the next few days, the people of Kangcheng were cleared out one after another, and many houses were vacated in the south of the city.
On the Lantern Festival, Wen Qingzhu once again recruited eight thousand workers.
Plans began to renovate houses in Cannes.
However, more and more victims were registered. Even if Prince Ning diverted more than half of them, Wen Qingzhu still registered nearly 40,000 people.
The number of workers sent to Luo City has reached nearly 10,000.
There were many problems along the way, but fortunately with Fu Jiajun's help, everything was in order.
The sky slowly darkened, and the snow turned out to be getting bigger.
On both sides of the queue in front of him, Wen Qingzhu had already set up temporary greenhouses to temporarily house the victims who were too late to be screened.
But the wind and snow got worse and worse, and finally, just before midnight, a greenhouse was crushed.
Many victims were awakened instantly, and the cold wind rushed in, causing them to instinctively squeeze into the nearby house.
The first time Yu Fan discovered this, he immediately sent someone over to check the situation.
There were injuries but no deaths.
Wen Qingzhu had long known that there would be a problem tonight, so he stayed in the room in the tower.
Hearing the cries outside, Wen Qingzhu immediately put on his cloak, stood on the tower and looked down.
The cold wind carrying heavy snow blows on your face, as if you were being cut with a knife.
Wen Qingzhu squinted his eyes and looked down, and found that Yu Fan's soldiers came first with the old man and the child.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.
But after a while, someone suddenly started rioting.
Wen Qingzhu could vaguely hear someone questioning: "Why can old, weak, women and children like them enter the city! If we were the common people of Qi, we would also enter the city!"
One person took the lead, and the rest started making noise.
There are more than 10,000 people gathered here. Once trouble occurs, problems can easily arise.
However, someone who didn't know who it was suddenly snatched the soldier's torch and threw it directly onto the greenhouse.
The fire was about to break out, and then the power of the wind began to spread quickly.
Many people ran out in panic.
When Wen Qingzhu saw this scene, his face immediately turned cold.
The people who had tried to cause trouble before really started to take action.
Under the reflection of the fire, the crowd was in panic, and the screams of women and children were drowned in the carnival of men.
Yu Fan immediately took the lead in maintaining order, but there were too many victims. They were even suffering from hunger and cold, and they had reached a critical point of endurance.
Chaos broke out at this moment, and the porridge shed was quickly destroyed by them.
Yu Fan tried to stop them, but the victims desperately tried to rush into the city, and more soldiers began to be injured.
Wen Qingzhu could even see a weak child being trampled under his feet.
The victims came in large numbers, as if they must come into the city today!
Seeing that they had lost their minds because of their madness, Yu Fan could only block and retreat with others, and pushed them to the city gate.
Someone came to Wen Qingzhu and persuaded him again and again: "Sir! Please leave! There are too many victims! Master Yu can no longer organize them!"
"Damn it!" Wen Qingzhu grabbed the railing, veins popped up on the back of his hands, and at this moment, he had the thought of murder.
But even worse news came. It was said that at the North City Gate, the victims also rioted, and the greenhouse was set on fire!
The victims there are mostly lazy and opportunistic people. They are incited and become more and more crazy.
Prince Ning has already led his people to evacuate urgently, heading towards Luo City!
Wen Qingzhu suddenly lost his composure and yelled: "You trash! He actually ran away at this time! There are still ten or twenty thousand people in Kangcheng!"
"Sir! Please retreat quickly! Your Majesty won't be able to succeed for long!"
The second person who came to report the news knelt on the ground and begged again and again: "His Royal Highness Prince Rui has decided to stay! You can leave first!"
Wen Qingzhu looked at the increasing number of victims in front of her, and she had no way out.
She turned around and took Lu Tao with her and started to hurry down to the tower.
As soon as we came down, the first wave of victims poured in.
When Wen Qingzhu saw this situation, he glanced at the carriage, and finally turned around and rode quickly towards the Yamen.
"There must be a way!"
Wen Qingzhu thought in his heart, in addition to the original people in Kangcheng, there were also newly admitted disaster victims. They had nothing wrong!
Arriving at the Yamen, Wen Qingzhu happened to meet Jiang Yuanhan who was coming out.
He took all the yamen servants with him and seemed to be going to the city gate.
"Sister! Leave quickly! Why are you still here!"
The first time Jiang Yuanhan saw Wen Qingzhu, he immediately rushed over and sent ten people over.
Wen Qingzhu held his hand: "I won't leave! If I don't control these people! More people will die!"
The gate on the north side of the city was also broken, and they had no way to retreat!
"Sister!" Jiang Yuanhan held Wen Qingzhu's hand tightly for the first time, with murderous intent already in his heart.