Chapter 167 Congee

Maybe the housekeeper will never forget how moved the villagers were when they brought out the food. They supported each other, cuddled, thanked, and knelt down.

And this time he went, it was more than just giving charcoal in the snow, he was dying at all.

After the housekeeper came back, he didn't even drink a sip of water, so he pulled a few cartloads of food and delivered it to the tenants who rented and planted fertile fields in Fuzhong. He also took some cotton-padded clothes, mainly for children and the elderly.

And these things are not much or not, and they are all enough to save the lives of many people. These people who planted the fertile fields of the Duke of Wei’s mansion will die a lot less this year. As for other villages, it is really not like this. good luck.

Houses collapsed, people died, homes were gone, there was no food, and they starved to death.

There are more, it is frozen to death.

Mammy He took out all the clothes that Shen Qingci used to wear. These are the cotton-padded clothes she wore last year. They haven't come out yet. They are like the clothes of the master of the house. The servants in the house took it away, because they were all good clothes, and anyone with a child at home could wear them.

These are packed and there is a big box. It doesn't look like much, but it's really a lot.

"Mommy, take out your old clothes too. After next year, I'll have someone make new ones for you." Shen Qingci took a piece of clothing and compared it, it was really too short. Putting it on now, it's almost like playing a monkey show.

"I took it out a long time ago," Mammy He knew what Shen Qingci wanted to do, and had already asked the people in the house to take out all the old clothes, although they were all old clothes, although they were not too warm , but for the poor, these are all good clothes they have never seen before.

"Thank you mama," Shen Qingci hugged He mama's arm, her mama is really the best mama in the world, even if she does something wrong again, even if she is judged for divorce, But as far as Mammy is concerned, she is still her good child, her good sister, and her good girl.

Even if she had to sacrifice her life in the end, she would not blink an eye, even if she lost her life in the end, in her heart, the girl she raised was the best.

Mammy He caressed Shen Shen Qingci's hair gently, and she really felt sorry for her young lady. She didn't have the care of her own mother. If she didn't care a little, who could care for her?

"A Ning..."

At this time, the curtain outside was pulled open, and Shen Qingrong walked in. The cloak she was wearing was covered with snow, but the distance from this yard to the other yard had already caused so much falling on her body. Snowflake, I know how big this snow is.

"Sister..." Shen Qingci let go of He Mama's arm, Shen Qingrong also took off the cloak, and let Ting Dong hold it, while there were two women behind him holding something, "I heard I said that you want to build a porridge shed, so I came here, if there is enough food in the house, if it is not enough, I will go to Prince Jun's mansion for a walk."

"No need for elder sister," Shen Qingci ran over and pulled Shen Qingrong's sleeve. The eight-year-old girl was still much shorter than her elder sister, but she was still a child who could be held in her arms.

"Our family has enough food, so we don't need to borrow it."

Shen Qingci tugged at her sister's sleeve again, and her coquettish appearance was exactly the same as before, so Shen Qingrong really didn't know how to hurt her.

So well-behaved, so sensible, and so capable.

"I took out all the clothes that I didn't wear, and I also gathered some of my mother's clothes. I went to Prince Jun's Mansion in a while, and I didn't just send some new cotton-padded clothes. I want to come. There are quite a few of them there.”

"Okay," Shen Qingci would naturally not refuse. If he wanted to use these new cotton coats to replace some old cotton coats, they were all willing. In fact, he still had some cotton coats in his hands, but he couldn't take them out. The wealthy families in Beijing did not wear new cotton-padded clothes. If she brought these to help the victims, she was afraid that she would really be beaten.

And Shen Qingrong didn't delay. No matter how cold it was outside, she still wanted to go out. When Princess Jun knew about it, she was so ashamed. She was inferior to even a few children. They all thought about it. Those disaster victims outside, but she knew that every day she would be surrounded by the charcoal fire, laughing with her daughters, and eating the exquisite desserts made by the mansion, but she forgot the sentence, Zhumen wine and meat place, road. There are frozen bones.

She hurriedly asked people to clean up the old clothes in the house. Even the three daughters didn't let them go. All of them were picked up, even the children's small clothes were found. .

They can't use them, but there are too many people who can use and wear them.

And she is also ready to go outside to cook porridge.

There is enough food in their house, and they can divide a part of it, maybe they can save a lot of people, and sometimes a bowl of clear porridge and a bowl of water can really save a life.

On the Weiguo Mansion side, the housekeeper asked the servants to stand at the entrance of the mansion and built a large canopy, and also let the kitchen cook porridge.

The firewood in the kitchen continued to burn, and several large pots of porridge came out. I don’t know where the news came from. Their porridge shed was not ready yet, and all the refugees came here.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you may never know that it was such an uncomfortable thing to face these difficult faces.

Each of these refugees was starving and scrawny, and their clothes were tattered. Even the children were the same. They had frostbite everywhere, and their outstretched hands were red and swollen, which was very pitiful.

One bowl of porridge and one steamed bun per person will be enough to eat. There are not many clothes in their house, and they can only be given to the elderly and children, or to the sick and weak, but this meal of porridge and a white-faced steamed bun can really save the lives of many people.

Shen Qingci took a large spoon and scooped some into a small bowl for a child. The child's face was frostbitten, and the person was also small, maybe it was three or four years old, just like her back then.

"Sister, can I have another one?"

The child asked carefully, "Mother and brother are both sick."

Shen Qingci stretched out her hand and touched the child's hair. She could feel the unmelted snow on her hair, which seemed to be frozen.

She said something to Bai Mei who was beside her, and Bai Mei nodded immediately, and went to the hospital doctor first.

Not long after, the government doctor came over, also carrying his own medicine box on his back.

"Doctor Yao, go see her with her. How's the doctor's treatment? You use the medicinal materials first, and then you can ask the housekeeper to ask for it."