dkrc Chapter 2235 Relief for Disaster Victims
Chapter 2235 Relief for Disaster Victims
Chapter 2235 Relief for Disaster Victims
Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya lived here, and asked Qingcheng sent disciples to build a porridge shed, and first transferred a batch of Lingmi from the Shu Palace.
He made preparations in advance, built fences around the porridge shed, and made rows of passages thousands of meters long in front.
Refugees have to queue up to come up.
The king of Shu escorted the grain over, and tied a long cloth on his face. When he saw Long Fei, he complained, "Brother, how can you and sister-in-law stay in such a smelly place? Just let the servants do the rough work. Let's get out of here early, shall we?"
Long Fei asked him, "Did you buy the lime and bricks I asked you to prepare?"
"How dare I neglect what you ordered, I will pull it over later."
The King of Shu covered his nose and muttered.
Long Fei nodded and ordered, "You go and order people. You will recruit a group of disaster victims later and set up a mutual aid organization for disaster victims. Let them use bricks to build public toilets first, and then go door-to-door to check the dead and injured. If someone dies, dig a hole and bury them immediately." Drop it and bury it with lime. The weather is too hot right now, if we don’t deal with it, there may be a plague outbreak.”
"Okay, I'll do it right away!"
The King of Shu felt that he had become a living Bodhisattva after following Long Fei for the past two days.
In his heart, this is the state owner's business, why bother to do these things for the state owner here.
Ten large iron pots were set up on the porridge shed, all of which were refined by Long Fei himself.
The hearth is made of blue bricks, and the surrounding area is sealed with soil.
As soon as a pot of Lingmi was cooked, the nearby victims came running over with broken bowls.
Someone yelled, "There is an old man serving porridge here!"
"Hurry up, there's something to eat!"
"I can smell the aroma of rice!"
"Oh my god, is there a Bodhisattva descending to earth?"
"..."
As soon as this group of extremely hungry people heard the news, they immediately surrounded them from all directions.
Fortunately, Long Fei had already prepared and built a fence around it, allowing these people to line up from the middle of the railing.
The crowd is getting bigger and bigger, but it is not crowded here.
Lingmi is not ordinary rice, the energy content in this rice is ten times higher than that of ordinary rice.
The servants present only added one bucket of rice to a pot of porridge, but Long Fei looked at it and asked them to add two buckets.
The water has not boiled yet, and the rice is already thick and mushy.
The servant suggested to Long Fei, "My lord, you can see that the porridge made by adding two buckets of rice is so thick that it is useless at all! Even with one bucket of rice, our place is better than the clear water cabbage soup from the housekeeper."
Long Fei told him, "Our porridge shed can only cook once a day. If these people are full, they can survive for a day and save one more life. Tell them, tell them Life is more important. Is this rice more important, or is human life more important?"
The servant clenched his fists with a red face and said, "The Eldest Master has a kind heart, and the Bodhisattva descended to earth, the little one knows his mistake."
Long Fei patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do it well! The porridge shed here will continue to be open, and the supply of Lingmi is not something you should worry about. What you have to do is to open this porridge shed for me, and keep the porridge shed open for me. Get the rice porridge and cook it for me, do you all understand?"
"Don't worry, sir!"
A group of servants nodded one after another, full of admiration for Long Fei.
After the Lingmi porridge was cooked, Wang Xiaoya went on stage in person, rolled up her sleeves, and started to make meals for the disaster victims on the field.
A group of people were so hungry that they were sallow and emaciated. When they saw such thick rice porridge, they all cried out of excitement, "Rice, I finally saw rice!"
There was an old man in front of him who ordered rice and drank, and then he knelt down for Long Fei.
As soon as he knelt down, the people behind him immediately fell to their knees, and they all shouted, "Good luck, my lord!"
Long Fei hurriedly raised his hand and signaled to everyone, "Everyone, you don't have to do this. Your hometown has suffered a disaster. The Emperor, Empress and all of us in Chang'an City are very anxious, and we are trying to find a way to contact you. Everyone Don't worry, when our army arrives, we can definitely wipe out the demon clan and let everyone go home to live."
"Good luck, my lord!"
"Good luck, my lord!"
"Good luck, my lord!"
"..."
The victims cried and kowtowed to Long Fei again.
The crowd was black and dense, like an ocean, with no end to end.
Governor Wu Youren led people past and happened to see this incident.
When Long Fei handed over the credit to the emperor and queen, he felt a rare moment of relief in his heart, secretly thinking that Long Fei was still a sensible person.
With Long Fei here, he didn't need to open his porridge shed, he could just leave it to Long Fei.
Since Long Fei likes to show off the limelight, let him do it all.
Daily cabbage and radish soup, that is not a small expense!
As Long Fei expected, the Lingmi brought by the King of Shu was enough for the victims.
Fortunately, the rice porridge is thick enough for everyone to eat a bowl.
Standing in front of the porridge shed, Long Fei greeted everyone, "Fellow folks, the Prince of Shu's Mansion is full of employers right now, and we will recruit at least a million workers here. No matter male or female, as long as they meet the requirements, they can come and apply. Once If you are selected, you will not only have enough food to eat, but also wages. In the future, these workers will be recruited more and more, and everyone’s life will gradually be settled. Everyone has enough to eat, and all go to the recruitment booth of the Shu Palace Go to the throne."
The people of the Shu Palace had already set up the tables and chairs, and when Long Fei finished speaking, he yelled, "Folks, come here to register! As long as you have hands and feet, and are in good health, no matter you are male or female, you will be here."
All of a sudden, the young and middle-aged men and women among the victims crowded up one after another.
Some cried directly, thinking that there was no way out, but who would have heard such a good job suddenly.
Right now they don't want any wages, as long as they have a stutter.
According to Long Fei's arrangement, the Shu Palace recruited a lot of workers, and there was no problem in accepting a million people.
This disaster is both a crisis and an opportunity.
It liberated tens of millions of laborers from the land and poured them here together, which could greatly stimulate the development of various nascent economies in the city.
The first group is the vigilante forces that maintain law and order here.
This is a big project, and it cannot be completed in one day.
The second batch consisted of workers from the Manufacturing Bureau at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain and migrant workers who built factories.
In the third batch, there is also the construction team needed by the King of Shu himself. Counting seven or eight, there is no problem in accepting a labor force of 100 million.
After a busy day, beads of sweat appeared on the heads of both Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya.
Just like ordinary people, the two also got a bowl of Lingmi porridge, and looked at each other with smiles.
At this time, a little girl came up timidly with her job bowl in hand.
She looked into the cauldron with big eyes, and asked Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, "Uncle, sister, is there anything to eat?"
After Long Fei saw her, he pulled her over into the porridge shed, and poured the rice porridge from his own bowl to her.
The small bowl in her hand was wiped clean, she picked up the rice porridge, opened her mouth and poured it into her mouth.
Wang Xiaoya greeted with a smile, "Zhizhi, eat slowly, sister has more here!"
Long Fei frowned when he heard it, and thought to himself, uncle, sister, it seems that the seniority is a bit wrong?
Looking at the little girl, he should have accepted the fact that his mother died.
After eating a bowl of rice, Zhizhi sat on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, and burst into tears.
Wang Xiaoya hugged her and asked her, "What's wrong? Are you still hungry?"
Zhizhi shook her head and said, "Sister, it would be great if you showed up earlier! My mother will be fine after eating your meal."
Wang Xiaoya and Long Fei looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
When Zhizhi calmed down, they learned that the people of the King of Shu had cleared Zhizhi's shack and buried her mother and a group of people who had just died.
The little girl cried for a long time in the shack, and she came to look for food when she was really hungry.
If it wasn't for Long Fei's greeting in advance, he would have asked people to pay special attention to Zhizhi.
No one found out about her mother for a while.
Chapter 3, continue.
(End of this chapter)