Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 214 King Anbei invites Hua Jingyun
What General Zhang said was straightforward, Wen Mianmian didn't beat around the bush, sat down again and said: "The newspaper needs to have some things that are ignored by everyone but cannot be ignored to attract everyone's attention, and they have contributed to the country. Difficult retired generals also need to be seen by more people, hoping to bring about changes for them, so it’s just what everyone wants.”

"In addition to the retired generals, we also saw beggars in the city, and refugees who may appear in the future. These problems cannot be solved by the newspaper's ability, but more people can see and pay attention. Maybe it will bring about changes. .”

She was telling the truth, General Zhang was slightly taken aback, as if Wen Mianmian's answer was not what she expected.

"The old man thought you were starting from righteousness."

Wen Mianmian said with a smile: "You think highly of me, and you are looking for something in his position. All I want is to make the newspaper better."

"As for what you said, I have no compassion, I don't agree with that."

Wen Mianmian began to argue for herself, "If you want to help someone, you have to find a way. The so-called relief should not be one party's unconditional and continuous contribution, and one party's enjoyment with peace of mind, or even take it for granted."

"I think I should be the one to do the hard work, and then you have to stand up. I don't want to do it unilaterally."

"The people in Swallow Lane have just experienced the fire, some have already lived their lives, and some may soon lose their homes and have no place for them in the capital. It is their own choice, and no one can blame them. ?”

Old General Zhang frowned slightly, and asked, "How do you decide whether this person is worthy of your favor?"

"This is difficult."

Wen Mianmian said: "King Anbei once ambitiously wanted to conduct a charity sale, and wanted to use the money from the charity sale to help the generals who were in trouble. However, when it comes to how to distribute the follow-up money, and who will distribute it, etc., it has not been possible until now. Come up with a proper charter."

He had discussed this matter carefully with Big Scalper, and in this era of closed news, it was simply not applicable to the existence of any nationwide relief organization.

It is impossible for the treasury to allocate funds, and the imperial court's responsibility to the soldiers ends when they retire;
It is also impossible for folks to raise a large sum of money by themselves. It is okay to do one charity sale, but can they also be sold every month and every year?
Even if you have money, how do you decide who needs help?

Even if this matter is done, it will be anticlimactic.

"In my opinion, if you really want to help those people, just a few people will not be enough. Dozens of people or even hundreds of thousands will not be enough. You have to use the power of the entire East Shu to make the common people respect those people. Recruitment should give priority to those people, so that all walks of life can give them opportunities, so that they have more choices, instead of just doing coolies, but to do this, it takes a long, long time to be subtle."

Wen Mianmian's words made Old General Zhang fall into deep thought. The eldest prince, King Anbei, came to visit him in person, hoping that he could take the lead in doing this. Of course, he is willing to do something for the soldiers with his crippled body. It's just his own ability. I know that he is good at military strategy, but he is not good at dealing with these complicated matters, especially when it involves extremely complicated interpersonal relationships. He didn't agree immediately, but he was moved anyway.

Wen Mianmian didn't know about this, if he knew, he would probably scold Anbei Wang, this is definitely wanting old General Zhang to take the blame.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Mianmian offered to leave. Since she agreed to help her find her grandson, she naturally had to do her best. Before she left, she asked someone to take out a pen and paper, and carefully recorded the child's characteristics.

She didn't go back directly to the palace, but went to the general's palace and asked his grandfather to draw the little sword himself.

After learning about the Zhang family, the two old men were very sad. The old man took the little sword carefully and said that he would try his best to draw.

The old lady squeezed her eyes, and said: "You should do your best in this matter. The child was five years old when he was lost. He has reached the age of the governor, and he is very clever. If he is not lost, he can even ask for directions. When I came back, I haven’t found any news after looking for it for so many years. We all guessed that we might have met a kidnapper and taken him to another place, or else there was an accident.”

"Very clever?"

Wen Mianmian was a little interested, but she didn't ask at Zhang's house, for fear of making the two old people even more sad.

The old lady nodded, "Very clever, and quite talented in the art of war. When he was five years old, he just started practicing martial arts. At that time, everyone praised him for his spirituality in martial arts, and said that he would be a great general when he grows up."

"If such a beautiful grandson is lost, your grandma Zhang almost didn't survive that time."

Wen Mianmian sighed quietly, "It's been so many years, there's a huge crowd, where can I find it?"

The old lady looked at her, "Try it, it is also a hope for your grandpa and grandma of the Zhang family, isn't it?"

Wen Mianmian nodded, and after a while, the old man Wen came over with the drawing. Wen Mianmian had seen it, and it was exactly the same. He looked up at the sky outside and thought for a while, "I'll go to the newspaper office again and let the second cousin Brother will arrange this matter as soon as possible, and return the little sword along the way."

He wanted to call his big ox together so that they could have dinner outside at night, but the concierge said that Hua Jingyun had gone out.

Wen Mianmian entered the door and found Qingfeng, Qingfeng said: "The prince explained before he left that he won't come back for dinner at night, and let the princess rest early."

"Do you know where you went?"

"It is said that King Anbei sent someone to entertain the prince."

Wen Mianmian frowned. Among the brothers, only this elder brother got along well. He had never been in touch with each other in private. What would you do with such a nice banquet?
Could it be because of the Swallow Alley?

"I'll go to the newspaper office and send two people to follow me."

When she went out, she was a little distracted. She always felt that there was nothing good for the big ox to go to Anbei Wangfu. She wanted to send someone to take a look, but she also thought that there was some space between the husband and wife. She confessed, and stopped thinking about it.

When I got to the newspaper office and talked about the business, I forgot about it. After explaining it clearly, I talked about the next Lantern Festival. It was already dark when I got out of the newspaper office.

As soon as the forefoot entered the mansion, Mother Fang came forward with a letter, "Not long after the princess left, someone came to the Anxin Palace, and asked to give this letter to the princess."

Wen Mianmian was curious, the two families were not too far apart, and wrote her a letter.

After receiving the letter and opening it, his expression changed immediately. After stuffing the letter to Nanny Fang, he ordered the horses to be harnessed, "I'm going to Anbei Prince's Mansion."

The letter said that King Anbei hosted a banquet today, besides a group of romantic young men, Hua Jingyun was invited alone, and he also arranged many beauties to accompany him.

Mother Fang's complexion changed drastically after reading the letter, "I heard that King Anbei's banquets are always lively and fragrant, and the women who accompany him are not ordinary brothel girls. There are many more, many self-proclaimed romantic people in Kyoto yearn for it."

(End of this chapter)