eurekapd Chapter 600 Disaster Victims
Chapter 600 Disaster Victims
Chapter 600 Disaster Victims
Shocked.
The willow leaves are green and the willow leaves are new, and the peach blossoms are burning in the flowing water.
Early spring is warm and sunny, and everything grows, which is a good time for outings.
Lin Chuqian and Ye Zhaojun met to go to Qinglian Temple outside the city to burn incense and pray for blessings, and arrived at the destination early in the morning facing the wet dew.
As soon as I got out of the carriage, I was shocked by the disaster victims gathered around the temple. The unkempt and ragged victims had no tiles to shelter from the sun and rain, and no soft bedding mats to cover their bodies.
When Ye Zhaojun saw this scene, his eyes turned red, how could she, who was raised in her boudoir, see such a scene.
She held Lin Chuqian's hand tightly, her voice choked up. "Ah Qian, they are so pitiful."
Homeless, hungry and cold.
Poor indeed.
Lin Chuqian pursed her lips and said nothing, finally sighed and pulled her closer to the temple.
"I know the disaster is serious, but I don't know it has reached this point." Ye Zhaojun muttered to himself, and the two walked to the main hall to burn incense and pray for blessings.
Lin Chuqian looked at the towering and majestic Bodhisattva statue and saw the majesty and compassion in her downcast eyes. She thought to herself that if there were gods in the world, the perennial incense in those temples would be enough to move him to save the suffering victims outside.
It can be seen that the gods cannot protect the common people in this world.
What is different from her is Ye Zhaojun, who knelt on the futon with her hands clasped together, her eyes closed devoutly and solemnly, she prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless the disaster to pass as soon as possible, and the people can return to their homes, and she also prayed for him to return safely.
After praying, the two added some money for sesame oil, and walked out of Qinglian Temple again. They saw that the entrance of the temple was extremely crowded, and the emaciated victims scrambled to besiege a porridge place at the entrance of the temple.
The door was blocked by the victims, and the two couldn't get through, so they had to call a little man in the monastery to ask why.
It turned out that Ching Lien Monastery saw that the victims were pitiful, so they gave out porridge outside the temple every day. Unfortunately, Ching Lien Monastery has limited capacity and the supply of white porridge that it can provide every day is in short supply. The hungry victims had to sharpen their heads for this porridge. Squeeze forward.
After hearing this, Ye Zhaojun couldn't help feeling pity. "Hasn't Your Majesty opened a warehouse to release food? Why are the victims still starving?"
"The disaster is severe, and there are many people affected by the disaster. Opening a warehouse to release food may not benefit all the victims." Lin Chuqian explained in a warm voice.
In fact, since the disaster broke out, Zhen Youming had already ordered the opening of warehouses for disaster relief, but the effect was minimal.
On the one hand, the area affected by the disaster is too wide, and the distribution of affected people is scattered.On the other hand, it is because of the lack of a courageous official to come forward to relieve the disaster.
It is true to open warehouses to release grain, but whether the final grain and silver for disaster relief can be implemented in the hands of the victims is another matter.
If this is the case outside the gate of the capital at the foot of the emperor, how can the other victims be miserable?
The two stopped at the gate of the temple and watched the victims scrambled for a mouthful of porridge. They were silent. After a while, the porridge in the pot was emptied. , lying on the dirty muddy land again, closing his eyes and lingering.
Ye Zhaojun and Lin Chuqian got back into the carriage and walked along the side of the road along the slumped victims. The wind blowing in from the window of the car carried a foul smell.
"Ah Qian, they are really pitiful." Ye Zhaojun raised his head and stared at her with moist eyes, "Let's help them."
"How do you want to help?" Lin Chuqian raised her eyebrows.
"Since Qinglian Temple is giving out porridge, why don't we give out porridge too!"
Seeing her flickering eyes, Lin Chuqian thought about it, but she didn't object.
"It's not impossible to give porridge, but you can't use the name of the Lin family."
"Then give porridge in the name of my Ye Mansion!"
"Row."
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The next day.
Lin Chuqian and Ye Zhaojun took their hats and went out to give porridge outside the city, from morning to evening before barely finishing.
There are still people who can't get a bowl of porridge.
The two returned home in a carriage, Ye Zhaojun took off his veiled hat, with a smile on his tired face.
"I think many disaster victims have had a bowl of hot porridge today."
Lin Chu smiled without saying a word, and looked out of the window with his chin resting. It was dusk, and the rancid smell still lingered.
For several days, both of them gave porridge outside the city.
But the result is still that the supply exceeds the demand, and the people who come to receive the porridge continue to flow, but the hungry are still hungry.
Handing out porridge from morning to night is of no use at all, and it consumes a lot of money.
Lin Chuqian felt that this was not an option, so on the way back, she said seriously to Ye Zhaojun, "Continuing like this is not an option."
"What?" Ye Zhaojun was a little puzzled. "We can't watch so many people starve to death, can we?"
"No." Lin Chuqian asked: "Zhaojun, do you know how much silver is spent on giving porridge every day?"
"Ten taels?"
"Hundreds of taels."
Ye Zhaojun was quite shocked after hearing this. Since she didn't know how much firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, she naturally didn't know how much silver she spent in a day.
She thought it was only a few dozen taels, but she didn't expect so many.
Realizing that going on like this is really not the way to go, cooking porridge non-stop all day, the manpower and material resources consumed are indeed beyond what the two of them can bear.
"Then what should I do? If there is no porridge, wouldn't those people starve to death?"
Lin Chuqian frowned, and felt that this matter was quite tricky.
She and Ye Zhaojun are not rich and powerful, Ye's mansion is a noble and scholarly family, and Lin's mansion has no officials and nobility, if they continue to give gruel, I am afraid that the old man will have to be emptied.
After all, it is still because of poverty...
Lin Chuqian covered her face, feeling very distressed. "Let me think about it again."
"Ah Qian, shall we still give porridge outside the city tomorrow?"
"Continue tomorrow."
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Adhere to the porridge for several days.
Although the fundamental problem cannot be solved, the situation has also eased.
Lin Chuqian and Ye Zhaojun gave the porridge for a while, and then handed over the matter to the servants of the Ye Mansion.
The two looked at the victims who came to receive the porridge. Some were holding swaddled babies in their arms, some were holding broken tiles, and some were struggling and staggering.
Being able to see this scene in this world makes people feel like they are in hell.
"Zhaojun?"
Suddenly two high-ranking officials and women came down from the carriage. Ye Zhaojun heard the voice and hurried forward to salute.
"Hello, two aunts."
The people here are precisely because Mrs. Gao and Mrs. Wang have always believed in Buddhism. Today, they came to Qinglian Temple to pray and burn incense together. Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived, they saw a porridge stand set up at the entrance of the temple. There are two little girls in veiled hats standing inside.
Seeing that it was the two of them, Lin Chuqian couldn't hide, so she could only follow Ye Zhaojun forward. "Meet two aunts."
Calling the two of them aunts actually made her feel a little uncomfortable, after all, they were old friends.
"Ah Qian is here too." Mrs. Gao was very happy to see her, and pulled the two of them along for a while to ask.
"How many days have you two been serving gruel here?" Mrs. Wang guessed when she saw the posture of the two of them.
"Exactly." Ye Zhaojun and Lin Chuqian looked at each other, quite ashamed.
"This is a good deed." Mrs. Gao sighed quite gratified: "It would be great if Ah Li could be as sensible as you. She learns from you."
Ye Zhaojun didn't know how to respond, so he could only smile and nod obediently.
However, Lin Chuqian suddenly had an idea. The high-ranking officials in the high-ranking mansion were well-paid, and the family background was very rich.
So she touched her nose in embarrassment, showing a troubled expression: "To tell you the truth, Zhaojun and I have been here to give gruel for several days, and there is not much silver left on us. I am afraid that we will have to stop doing this tomorrow." Soup stand."
Mrs. Gao and Mrs. Wang looked at each other silently.
"How much money does this porridge cost a day?" Mrs. Wang asked.
Lin Chuqian blinked innocently, pondering for a moment. "It is estimated to cost about 300 taels for a day of uninterrupted porridge."
Of course, the porridge made from the 300 taels is not thick at all, but for the victims, it can be regarded as life-sustaining food.
"300 taels..."
Mrs. Gao and Mrs. Wang pondered for a while, and felt that giving porridge is a kind act. In the current situation of domestic and foreign difficulties, if they can do good for the disaster, it can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
"In this way, tomorrow I will arrange for my servants to come here to give porridge, and you can rest for a few days."
Mrs. Gao readily took the matter on herself, and Mrs. Wang also quickly expressed her opinion on the side.
He said that he would also serve porridge with Mrs. Gao and do good deeds together.
Lin Chuqian and Ye Zhaojun were overjoyed by the comparison, and nodded in agreement.
Mrs. Gao and Mrs. Wang rushed to the temple to burn incense, and after telling them to be guests at the mansion when they had time, they stepped into Qinglian Temple together.
"Ah Qian, that's great. With the help of two aunts, these victims will be able to solve their food and clothing problems." Ye Zhaojun blushed and was very excited.
Lin Chuqian looked at the long queue in front of the porridge stand, and was not particularly optimistic.
The implementation of porridge is just to stop the boiling of the soup, and the displaced people cannot return to their homes to farm and support their families for a day. If they hover in this desolate place outside the city and rely on a bowl of porridge to survive, they will still starve to death one day.
No matter how rich and powerful a family is, they can't afford to support this large group of refugees for many years.
(End of this chapter)