0p0 Chapter 250: How to Make Them Pay Money and Provide Rice
Chapter 250: How to Make Them Pay Money and Provide Rice
When the Mu family heard this, they felt heavy-hearted again. They had never thought about this problem.
Doctor Deng consoled us, saying, "The victims who remain are a minority."
"As long as the villagers unite, and with the help of my secret guards, there won't be any problems."
Mu Laoer still couldn't rest assured, "Doctor Deng, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that I'm worried that the disaster victims will not care."
"Once this person is no longer afraid of death, he will do anything."
Doctor Deng didn't blame him. "Your consideration is correct."
"The remaining victims will likely slowly move towards the town. I'm afraid only a few will stay here."
"Also, Cheng Zishi will ask the county magistrate to arrange for disaster relief."
As for whether the county magistrate will arrange disaster relief, that is hard to say.
Now, Mu Laoer felt much more at ease, and a smile appeared on his dark face, "That's good, that's good!"
"There are disaster relief workers in town, and those victims will definitely not stay in the mountains."
The Mu family breathed a sigh of relief.
"Without the disaster victims in the mountains and outside the village, we can feel much more at ease."
"The only thing we're worried about is the non-stop snow. It's been falling for nearly half a month now. If it continues like this, I'm afraid the number of disaster victims will increase."
Mu Baobao squatted at the door, holding her chin with her hands and looking at the heavy snow outside. She really hoped that it would stop snowing.
Grandma and the others didn't like it to continue snowing, and she didn't like it either.
If the snow continues to fall, life will be difficult for the people at home and in the village, and it will not be easy for the animals in the mountains either.
“I hope it stops snowing.”
She was muttering to herself, "No more snow, no more snow..."
"Baby, what are you mumbling about there alone?" Mu Niuniu squatted beside her and asked curiously.
Wood Baby pouted, "I'm mumbling about not snowing anymore."
"Brother, look, it snows every day. The snow has buried so many places. So I want it to stop snowing."
"That way, there won't be any disaster victims, and we won't have to worry about running out of food."
She heard her grandmother and the others say that they were worried that the stored food would not be enough.
Mu Niuniu touched her head and said with a smile, "Silly sister, if God wants it to snow, there's nothing we mortals can do."
Mu Baobao asked, "Second brother, why is it snowing so much? Is there too much snow piled up in the sky?"
Mu Niuniu scratched his head and said, "Maybe."
"There was too much snow in the sky, so God made it snow continuously on earth to clear it out."
Mubaobao sighed like a little adult, "When will we be able to deal with all the snow?"
Mu Niuniu shrugged and said, "How would I know?"
"Baby, don't think about it. It's useless."
Mu Baobao disagreed, "Second brother, I need to pray more. Maybe God will hear me and stop snowing."
Mu Niuniu clapped his hands lightly, his face suddenly realizing, "That's right."
So the two children squatted there, chanting, "No more snow, no more snow..."
Afterwards, Mu Yuyu and several other children joined in, squatting in a row and chanting together, "No more snow, no more snow..."
The Zhu family members found it both funny and sad. If the family had some ability, the children would not act like this.
After the children finished reciting, Dr. Deng helped check their homework.
Cheng Zishi took Mu Pingping to the town. Before leaving, he asked Dr. Deng to help check the schoolwork of Mu Baobao's children.
The children stood in a row in front of Dr. Deng, each holding his or her own homework.
Some children have more homework, some children have less homework.
Cheng Zishi arranges it according to the situation of each child.
While examining, Dr. Deng pointed out the shortcomings and praised the good points.
Meanwhile, in town.
The haggard county magistrate arranged a series of things before he had some time to sit in a chair and rest.
It has been snowing heavily for so many days, and there are snow disasters everywhere. There are more and more victims outside the town.
He didn't dare let these victims in, for fear that they would do something bad for a bite to eat.
So he arranged for people to distribute porridge.
But this is not a solution.
"Sir!" The lawyer came over quickly, his face pale. "A large number of disaster victims just arrived from outside the town. They came from a farther place."
"I've inquired, and these areas were the hardest hit."
The county magistrate's temples throbbed and his head ached. "Master, this won't do."
"Let's not talk about the fact that if there are too many disaster victims, it will easily lead to problems. There's not enough food."
The lawyer suggested, "Why don't you ask those merchants to contribute money and rice?"
"Your Excellency only needs to promise to write this matter down in a memorial and present it to the Emperor."
"Presumably, some merchants would be willing to do so."
The county magistrate's eyes lit up and he sat up straight. "Go on."
The lawyer said, "Although the children of merchants are reliable, they will be marginalized to a certain extent and it will not be easy for them to enter the officialdom."
"If there is such an opportunity, which can bring honor to the family and be remembered by the emperor, any merchant with a bit of common sense will agree to it."
The county magistrate slapped his thigh, a smile appeared on his face, and his expression relaxed. "Great! That's a great idea!"
"Master, hurry up and arrange for someone to go to the merchants' homes and talk about this matter."
"If anyone contributes... 20,000 taels, or a similar amount of silver, rice, or flour, I will include their name in the memorial."
Before this, he had looked for these merchants before.
No one is willing to keep silent and they are all making excuses.
How could he not know that these people wanted to take the opportunity to negotiate with him.
Master, please go and take care of this matter quickly.
This time it went very smoothly.
Just as the lawyer said, most merchants donated money as much as they could when they learned that their donations could be written in a memorial by the county magistrate and presented to the emperor.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we must seize it even if it means emptying our family's savings.
Soon, the county magistrate received a large sum of silver and countless rice and flour.
There are also some meat and vegetables and so on.
He couldn't help but sigh at his master's good idea. Look, look how much these people wanted to show up in front of the emperor.
But he also understood that for businessmen, this was an excellent opportunity to stand out.
If the emperor gives a compliment, the child will have a much smoother time in the imperial examinations and will easily enter the official career.
The county magistrate immediately called the legal advisor and arranged for him to use the silver to buy rice, flour, and medicinal herbs. He also asked him to prepare the rice, flour, and other ingredients and send them out of the town.
Outside the town.
Hundreds of disaster victims gathered here, each of them dressed in dirty and tattered clothes.
They have their own small team and live in simple tents.
These tents are made of cloth or animal skins, which can barely block the wind and cannot even keep out the rain, let alone keep out the cold.