Chapter 335 The Last Wish of the Unlucky Beggar Father and Daughter 5
After Gu Laoliu dealt with the two people, he erased all information about them in this plane.
"These people know how to enjoy themselves. They even have servants to serve them when they live in the caves."
Why did Chang'an smell a sour taste?
"Dad, are you jealous?"
"You heard it wrong."
The father and daughter followed the silver wolf to find a way down the mountain. It was easy to go down the mountain, but they were blocked by a flood.
They built a tent on a hillside with a wide view and lived there. Monkey King and Silver Wolf had fun in the woods.
The heavy rain stopped at night, and the flood did not recede until the third day, revealing a city soaked in floodwater and full of silt. This is the city of Langu Prefecture, located in a low-lying area, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is only a small river outside the city for drainage.
When mountain torrents break out, floodwaters pour down from all directions. Without a sound drainage system, won’t the place be flooded?
The disaster came so suddenly that many people in the city were unable to escape.
Chang'an and Gu Laoliu did not go down the mountain, but kept paying attention to the developments in the city. The people sent by Jing Huaisheng to provide disaster relief were unfamiliar young men, and Char Siu Jing Mingzhu was among them.
"Dad, isn't that man serving in the court?"
The father and daughter squatted on the roof of the city wall, looking down at a large group of people carrying relief supplies, marching into the city with some difficulty.
The road was full of mud, and one step down into the mud would bury one's knees. People on horseback were fine, but those who were walking with supplies had to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Gu Laoliu was eating a bowl of washed grapes. He glanced at the young official with some boredom. "Last year's first place in the second class, Chen Xinxing, grew up with Jing Huaisheng and they have similar tastes."
"Is he cultivating his own confidants?"
"You overestimate him. Jing Huaisheng simply thinks that Chen Xinxing is too idle. He's busy as a dog, so why should his good brother be idle? So he threw him here."
Changan glanced at Jing Mingzhu. This woman was the one who met the male protagonist in Lan Gu Mansion. "Isn't the plot power of this plane a bit too strong? They actually let this barbecued pork meet the scumbag in advance?"
When Jing Mingzhu heard the voice, she almost fell off her horse. She looked up and saw a big and a small child squatting on the top of the city wall. The distance was too far to see their faces clearly. The voice should be that child's.
"What are you looking at? Char Siu, you should be more careful. I don't know how you are similar to that scumbag's white moonlight. You are two completely different people. To be honest, according to the description in the plot, the white moonlight is more beautiful than this Char Siu Princess."
"From this we can see that the scumbag approached the Char Siu Princess for other purposes, and only a fool would believe in the so-called love."
It may be because of the preconceived ideas of the original plot, and Chang'an has a better impression of Jing Huaisheng, and he is dissatisfied with Jing Mingzhu in every way. Just like a wicked mother-in-law picking on her daughter-in-law, Chang'an wants to use a magnifying glass to find fault with Jing Mingzhu.
Jing Mingzhu sighed. She didn't understand the original plot, but could he not scold her for something that hadn't happened yet? Could she just avoid someone named Ye Wangba when she met him?
By the way, how could there be someone named Wangba?
Changan: Is it possible that his name is Ye Wangba?
The city became busy with cleaning, repairing houses, and dealing with animal and human corpses. The accompanying imperial physician brought medicine boys to boil medicine to prevent the plague for the victims to drink.
They handled the resettlement of disaster victims, carried out post-disaster reconstruction, and distributed relief food in an orderly manner.
Chang'an saw that they brought little food and it would be difficult for them to survive until post-disaster reconstruction. So she waved her chubby little hand, and the granary in the city had an additional 20,000 dan of rice, 10,000 dan of sweet potatoes, and 10,000 dan of potatoes.
The father and daughter stayed there for seven or eight days, and seeing that Chen Xinxing and Jing Mingzhu were truly helping the people, they left Langu City and headed for Qingyang Prefecture. It was Monkey King who was driving the carriage, and he insisted on being driven, so Chang'an had no choice but to let him go.
On the way, they saw people fleeing from Qingyang Prefecture. "Didn't Jing Huaisheng send anyone to Qingyang Prefecture?"
"They have been sent, but they are still on the way. The people can't wait and have all run out." There is nothing they can do about it. If they don't leave, they will starve to death.
There were six or seven hundred people in this group of refugees. They had no leader, so they gathered people from villages and towns together to escape the famine, thus avoiding some troubles.
Chang'an and her sixth father also escaped the famine. It was really true that there was no worst, only worse. Their only belongings were a broken earthenware jar, a few bamboo tubes and bamboo bowls, and they ate wild vegetables and tree bark on the roadside.
"Don't go any further. Go back to your territory. The disaster relief grain from the imperial court will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest."
The victims didn't quite believe what Gu Laoliu said. Such a long time had passed and the imperial court hadn't come to provide relief. Now telling them that the court would come the day after tomorrow didn't make sense at all.
We really can't blame the disaster relief officials for arriving slowly. They had to collect supplies, and the journey from the capital to Qingyang Prefecture was even farther than to Langu Prefecture. Transportation now entirely relied on horses, and transportation was not as convenient as it is today, so it was normal for them to arrive at the disaster area lately.
The victims just looked at Gu Laoliu indifferently, and then pushed each other, saying, "Go, go, go. Look, he is a person who likes to show off."
Most of the victims continued to move forward, while a small number listened to Gu Laoliu's words and turned back. They all took a gamble, maybe it was true?
Even if it's fake, it doesn't matter. The worst that can happen is that I have to flee from famine again. Is there any worse situation than the current one?
The one who went to Qingyang Prefecture to provide disaster relief was Uncle Jing Huaisheng. He was chasing chickens and playing with dogs at home when he was pulled out by his eldest nephew to do the work.
It’s not that Jing Huaisheng wants to appoint people based on personal connections, but he doesn’t understand what kind of people the court officials are like. However, the Regent and Prime Minister Zhou know them well.
Let those people take supplies to provide disaster relief, and if half of the supplies can be used for the people, they can be considered to have a conscience.
Disaster relief is no small matter, and you have to find people you trust to do it. Of course, trust alone is not enough, you also need people who will truly consider the people.
Although Uncle Zhou and Chen Xinxing are a little unreliable, they will consider issues from the perspective of the common people. We don't ask them to be perfect, but it's enough if they can be 70% or 80% good.
When Chang'an and Gu Laoliu arrived at Qingyang Prefecture, Uncle Zhou and his men had already arrived and the main streets had been cleared.
However, the houses in the city were severely damaged and could not be rebuilt in a short time, so the victims could only set up camp outside the city.
Chang'an and Gu Laoliu went to the surrounding villages to check the situation, which was much better than in the city. The houses in the village were scattered and the land was open, so the villagers all ran out when the earthquake occurred.
However, there were also casualties. The disaster came too suddenly, and those elderly people with limited mobility were buried in their own houses.
At night, after the villagers had rested, Chang'an and Gu Laoliu placed twenty loads of grain in each village to allow them to transit for a while. The rest was Uncle Zhou's business.
Then they returned to the city. There were eighteen counties around Qingyang Prefecture, and the population was more than that of Langu County. Chang'an left them 100,000 dan of rice, 20,000 dan of sweet potatoes, and 20,000 dan of potatoes.
"Dad, how about we go back to the capital and continue begging for food?" Most of the food in their space was gone. How come since they wandered around various planes, their space could not only not store money, but even food.
"This is a good job, you can keep doing it."
The father and daughter took their little broken bowls and happily went back to the capital to beg for food.