After I quit my relationship, my fiancé was attacked by me

Chapter 215

In the third year of Taihe, the 25th of the twelfth lunar month.

The north wind blew hard, and the bare branches trembled and swayed in the howling wind.

At the south gate of Jiankang City, trembling people in ragged clothes lined up several long lines under the loud greeting of hundreds of guards with knives, one by one, to receive porridge from the Fujia porridge shed.

The porridge shed has three directions, Fu Xiao, Fu Qian and Fu Xuan are each in charge of one side.

According to previous disaster relief experience, and the fact that all the materials in the hands of the Fu family are not too much, before Fu Yiyan set off, he told the three juniors who were in charge of the charity work of the Fu family: "The so-called' don't worry about the few, but don't worry about it." Even', it is bound to be distributed as much as it can be distributed. Remember, doing good deeds must be done according to one's ability, and the follow-up food should not be exhausted at the very beginning. In this way, the people in the front get a lot of food, and the people behind If people get nothing, they will cause resentment and chaos, which will go against the original intention of disaster relief.”

Therefore, in line with this principle, during the consecutive days of porridge handouts, each victim would only have a small bowl of food from the Fujia porridge shed.

Both Fu Xiao and Fu Qian had leading experience in the Baiyue Army, they acted decisively, and their voices were not low. Whenever someone questioned "Why is it so small", their voices were sharp and unreserved.

On Fuxuan's side, although she also acted according to plan, her voice was also charming. Even if she said the unquestionable words of rejection, she still felt softer than the two next door.

Bullying the weak and fearing the hard is also a common human trait. No, there were a few old women who got the porridge and piled them up in one place, not far from Fuxuan, cursing with undiminished volume and meaning——

"That's too petty, there's so much food piled up, and this is the only soup for us!"

"If my house hadn't collapsed, there would be an inexhaustible amount of food in the warehouse, and I would never have seen such a stingy person doing good deeds."

"I've never heard of a person with the surname 'Fu' in Jiankang City before. Maybe it's just for show, to earn some fame, and retreat after a few days without spending a lot of money."

"My daughter-in-law has a big belly, and she sits in line for two hours every day, and it's the same..."

Hearing such ignorant words, Fu Xuan turned over the account book and looked up at the old women.

She still doesn't have a deep impression of the other old women, but she really remembers the one with a pregnant daughter-in-law.

In the early stage of queuing, a team of government soldiers deliberately selected the weakest pregnant, young, old, and disabled from among the victims, and specially stood in a team to distribute them.And because of fear that people would be confused and dissatisfied with this, when setting up the porridge shed, they carved large characters on the wooden boards and stood beside them as a special reminder.

Therefore, the pregnant woman was arranged in a special queue from the first day, not to mention queuing for two hours, even if there was no time for a cup of tea.

What the old woman said was pure nonsense.

And on the first day, her daughter-in-law relied on her own body and waited twice in a row. When the porridge place questioned her, she hesitated and said that the first bowl was given to her mother-in-law.

The servant came to ask Fu Xuan for instructions on this matter, and Fu Xuan glanced at the old woman rubbing her daughter-in-law, and specially sent someone to send the pregnant woman who took the second bowl of porridge back, and made it clear to her mother-in-law that each person would eat only one meal per meal. Get it once, so that the pregnant woman will not be instigated by her mother-in-law, risking slipping and slipping, and running one more time is useless.

He didn't expect that Ben would take special care of her daughter-in-law, but she would complain so angrily.

It stands to reason that the other old women should also know that pregnant women are the priority, but at the moment they are extremely approving. It seems... how to put it, a bit weird.

Fuxuan couldn't help turning her mind.

After a while, Linglong complained in a low voice: "Girl, these people were the ones who complained yesterday. Not only did they talk here, I heard that they even yelled loudly at the other side of the shelter, which caused a lot of harm. The disaster victims are all complaining about us. It is clear that we are doing good deeds, but they say that we are pretending, so heartless!"

"They really do that?" Fu Xuan asked in disbelief.

Linglong nodded repeatedly.

The weird feeling became more and more intense, Fu Xuan put down the account book, frowned and pondered, after a while, got up with a swipe, called Mo Jiu, the bodyguard left by Fu Xuan, and went straight past a few old women, went to Fu's house to learn about her military experience, and used The thatched makeshift shelter walked past.

When the old women saw her going in the direction they placed, they immediately stopped complaining and followed quickly.

Fuxuan was generous and open in front of everyone before, and the people who took the porridge had more or less seen her face. After word of mouth, this girl who helped the family became famous among the victims. noise.

Therefore, amidst the heavy snowfall, Liu Jiaohuamei's girl was dressed in a flamboyant red dress, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her expression was solemn. It attracted everyone's attention.

Many people looked curiously, some boldly squeezed in front of her, and even greeted her.

"Look, it's the girl from Fu's family who is here!"

"Oh, what a family of good people."

"This is Xian'e descending to the mortal world..."

"Isn't this what people say is kind-hearted? If Fujia hadn't helped us this time, my wife would have starved to death."

"My son has a fever, and it was also taken care of by their doctor."

While some people praised her, there were naturally others who looked at her with squinting eyebrows, and there were not a few who curled their lips and muttered in low voices.

Seeing that most of the people are still friendly to her, expressing gratitude rather than blame, Fu Xuan has some confidence in her heart, the words of those old women have not yet been widely spread.

But after the ups and downs of the Fu family in the past year, the little girl from the Fu family who was treated coldly, tortured several times, and even framed by others, is no longer the innocent little girl who never cared about anything. , the mood is already very different.

She is well aware of the truth that three people can become tigers and heavy mouths can make gold. She also understands that if rumors are not extinguished when sparks are sparking, once they spread, they will be unstoppable.

With the mind of taking precautions before they happen, what Fuxuan wanted to do this time was to extinguish the little complaints that had just arisen among the crowd, so as to save the Fu family from losing food and reputation.

She first said to Mo Jiu: "I say something, and you repeat it loudly to everyone."

Mo Jiu responded.

Fuxuan clenched her fingers, raised her jaw slightly, and said imposingly: "My Fu family is not the family of Daliang, but an ordinary family that has gone to the battlefield for generations to protect the territory and people of Daliang, willing to be smashed to pieces."

"We decided to build shelters and porridge sheds, because we witnessed the trauma of the snowstorm and felt the same for everyone, not for the so-called 'earning some fame' as some grandmas said."

After saying this, when Mo Jiu repeated her words loudly, Fu Xuan deliberately looked at the old women before.

　"Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality, don't worry about poverty but worry about unrest." (Don't worry about not having much wealth, just worry about uneven distribution of wealth; don't worry about few people, but just beware of unrest within the territory) ——Confucius The Analects of Confucius Ji Shi

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　　Xuanxuan: Today I want to grasp the direction of public opinion, and not let a few old ladies be biased\_(ツ)_/
　　This chapter will be more coherent with the next one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)