Borrow the day to change the day

() The next day, just after dawn, the soldiers of the Wucheng Bingma Command Division began to tidy up the refugee camp according to the orders of the adults who came from the household department last night.

The corpses of some refugees who unfortunately did not survive the cold night were carried out. It was obvious that the number of dead was much less than before, and this time, their clothes were not taken away.

After all, if it were not for the desperate situation, the common people still respect the dead very much.

After the soldiers carried away the corpses, they cleared an open space in the refugee camp, placed a row of tables and stools, and then arranged a row of tables and stools at the entrance of the refugee camp.

The refugees had extra meals last night, added charcoal, and got the promise again. They had expectations in their hearts, and their spirits seemed much better. They were paying attention to the actions of the soldiers.

When the soldiers were almost arranged, the refugees started talking about it.

Refugee A said: "Is what the adult said last night true?"

Refugee B despised him: "The emperor ordered, it may be false!"

Refugee C, who was old and sophisticated, said in disbelief, "It's not like the previous government to start the arrangement so soon."

Refugee Ding explained: "The current emperor is the son of Shengming, of course it is different from the previous one!"

"..."

Those who had the strength to speak in the refugee camp began to express their opinions and opinions, and the whole camp showed a burst of anger.

Soon, the soldiers arranged for those who could work to line up, those with pure strength and those with skills, each lined up.

Before the queue was finished, the officials from the household department arrived.Not too polite, divided into two groups.There were four people sitting in the row of stools at the door, and eight people were sitting on the stools inside the camp.

Immediately, the registration in the refugee camp began, and the officials there were busy remembering details such as names, places of origin, manual work or handicraft work.

As for the four people outside the camp, two are people who are responsible for registering to donate money and goods, and two are responsible for registering work needs.

It's still early now, not to mention the people of the capital, even the censor of the Inspectorate hasn't arrived yet.The officials of the household department had to rush over early just because of the account of the minister of the household department, and started the work in the refugee camp first.

After waiting for about half an hour, two censors rushed over on horseback.Seeing that no common people had come to register yet, they glanced at each other, secretly thinking that it was not too late at this time.Then I went into the house where the soldiers belonged to drink tea and wait.

The cold wind blows over from time to time, although the winter sun has already shown its head, but it can't feel a trace of warmth.

Time passed quietly, and the censor in the house sent soldiers out to look twice, but no commoner came over.

Gradually, the four officials in charge of registration at the gate of the camp were too cold to sit still. They all stood up and turned around, looking at the end of the street, thinking to themselves: Why didn't anyone come.In other words, disaster relief has always been a matter for the government, but this time the people in the capital were allowed to do it.I don't know how many people will come, whether they will come or not is a question.

As they expected, it was almost noon, and no one came to donate money or goods, not even a person who registered for employment.

The refugees in the camp looked at the gate from time to time, hoping that kind people would show up.But the long wait has always disappointed them, and more and more refugees have worried expressions on their faces.

In winter, the people don't have much to do.What's more, it's cold outside, so I usually sleep until late.

When it was close to noon, the common people got up one after another, and the posted notices also attracted some people who went out.

The notice office slowly became more and more lively, and it could be seen that the people under the notice wall were mainly divided into two groups.

A group of ordinary people, although illiterate, could hear the announcement clearly when others read it, but they were powerless.In the past few months, the price of goods in the capital has been set at the same price every day, and it is difficult for me to live, so how about helping others!

Another group of people, dressed decently, with attendants, it seems that the family is not short of money, and they can read and write, and they also have a lively discussion.However, most of them were discussing how the vernacular was used in the court's announcement, whether there was no one in the court, and the vernacular was written, mockingly, sarcastically, etc.Finally, I called my friends to eat meat and drink.

In this era, there are no photos or videos, so they have never experienced hardships or experiences similar to those of refugees. It is difficult for these people to empathize with them and realize how desolate their situation is through words alone.

Among them was a group of people drinking and eating meat in a restaurant facing the street.When drinking happily, the whole body is heated by the wine, so I open the window to cool off.

Suddenly, a person glanced out the window and found several cars passing by, covered with food and clothing.He couldn't help but let out a "huh", and then leaned over to the window to see what happened.

After seeing that the direction of the car was indeed the direction of Wang Gongchang, he turned his head and said to his companion: "Look at the idiot, there are really people donating things."

Some people think that they have too much money, so they go to do good things for the court?These people didn't believe it, and they flocked to the window to watch the excitement.

Sure enough, there were two flatbed carts, one of which was piled with some old linen clothes and some charcoal, and an old man in coarse old clothes sat on it.There is also a flatbed cart with some coarse grains piled on it, which is escorted by a guy in the same coarse cloth and old clothes.

"It doesn't look like the servant of that mansion. Look at that shabby look. I don't have anything to eat, but I still want to be a good person." One of them concluded contemptuously.

"It looks like I have been poor all my life and suddenly got money. I hurriedly bought as many things as possible and piled them up at home, as if I was afraid that I would be hungry again. It didn't seem like I was going to donate." The other had a different opinion.

"Do you think they are heading towards Wang Gong's factory?"

"Maybe there is a turning in the front, that's where the poor live, I think I guessed it right." <Lou Huahua, those girls are probably still on the bed, just don't need to get up. "

A group of people laughed together knowingly.

Those two flatbed trucks were indeed heading towards Wang Gong's factory, but they didn't go there after reading the notice, but to fulfill yesterday's promise.

Those two people were the old man and his son from the family that Zhong Jinwei took as domestic servants yesterday.The old man's name is Yu Haining, and his son's name is Yu Changjian.

At this time, the two of them didn't know that there was a group of people talking about them behind them, and they were on their way.

"Father, how old do you think the young master is?" Yu Changjian couldn't hold back his temper after all, and spoke to the old man in the car in front.

The old man didn't answer immediately, and continued to drive forward on the rough horse. After a while, he still answered his son's question: "It looks like he is in his early twenties. Among the young people nowadays, there are still kind-hearted people like young masters." , It’s really rare, especially in the environment of the capital.”

"Father, do you think your son can be like a son and be an official?"

Hearing this, the old man suddenly turned his head around, with a serious face on his face: "How did dad teach you, to refrain from superficiality and impetuosity, and to do things seriously, some things will naturally come to fruition! Besides, the young master is not a fool, the young master is knowledgeable. Bowen has the ability to save you, so you have to study hard."

"Dad, I was wrong!"

Hearing his son admitting his mistake, the old man turned back in satisfaction.

"Father, can you let him know that we know kung fu?"

This time, the old man didn't turn around, and said directly: "Your three-legged cat kung fu made the young master see the joke."

Yu Changjian curled his lips a little unconvinced, but he didn't dare to make a sound so that the old man could hear him.

Talking all the way, unknowingly walked up the street in front of Wang Gong's factory.

At the gate of the refugee camp, one of the officials accidentally looked up and saw two flatbed trucks piled with supplies approaching from a distance. He became excited, as if he saw an alien, and exclaimed: "Come on, someone is here, look quickly!" , finally came."

The other three officials and the soldiers on the side looked over one after another, and it turned out that someone had come.Those who sat back sat back, ran into the house and called the censor, and even two soldiers greeted the flatbed cart.

After Yu Haining and his son turned to the street at the entrance of the refugee camp, they were amazed at the movement of the refugee camp, which was completely different from what they had imagined.This, what happened?

The two soldiers took a closer look, only to realize that they were acquaintances.The person who was sent away by the people from the East Factory yesterday, naturally has an impression.

With respect, after asking about the purpose of coming, guide them to the official who registered the donation over there.

When they reached the gate of the refugee camp, Yu Haining and his son also found out the situation.I knew in my heart that Zhongxing was in a hurry, and there was movement so soon, which brought life to the villagers in the refugee camp.I couldn't help being moved and proud for a while, feeling that being the son's servant did not lower my status.