Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

After dinner, Yan Yi did not leave in a hurry, but secretly talked to Second Uncle Meng about some things in the capital.

Regarding the affairs in the court, no one interrupted, and Fu Yu and Qi's father and son sat beside them and listened quietly.

During the topic, Yan Yi also mentioned, "After I exposed the Qingzhou refugee incident, the emperor wanted Uncle Meng to continue to return to Qingzhou to be the county magistrate."

Grandpa Meng didn't answer, but he was very conflicted in his heart about being a county magistrate.

"Second Uncle Meng, I'm a little sorry for your old man. I pushed for you without your permission."

After hearing Yan Yi's words, the old man let out a long sigh of relief.

"Caomin would also like to thank Mr. Yan for his righteous words. Before that, Caomin lost the intention of being an official. Coupled with the fatigue of the past few years, Caomin is now a real farmer. Hehe~"

The old man smiled lightly, but Yan Yi was deeply moved.

"Some people spend their whole life just to be an official, but Uncle Meng can let go when he can, which is enough to make the younger generation admire."

Elderly: ...

Next, Yan Yi said a few more words about the handover of relief supplies for Qingzhou refugees.

Grandpa Meng also took the opportunity to mention to Yan Yi the future plans of the Qingzhou refugees. "They told the grassroots that they want to stay in Liaodong, and they will open up wasteland and farm next spring."

Yan Yi had thought a long time ago that a fork might appear here, so he explained what the emperor meant.

"The emperor's original intention is to let these refugees go back to Qingzhou when the weather gets warmer next year."

"Master Yan, this matter is a little difficult."

"Why?"

"These people escaped the flood and gathered two or three hundred people to go north, but they were able to reach Liaodong, and there were only a few hundred people left."

Seeing the old man's heartbroken, Yan Yi didn't know what to say.

These one hundred or so people, if they were really told by the emperor to return to Qingzhou, unless they were picked up by a car, if they walked back, when they reached the border of Qingzhou, few people would be able to breathe.

Yan Yi knew that this errand was not easy to handle, but after listening to Second Uncle Meng's words, he was terrified after thinking about it.

If the emperor really insists on letting these people go back to Qingzhou, these people really have no way out.

Yan Yi was silent for a long time before he gave Uncle Meng a word of encouragement: "The food distributed by the imperial court can save them a little bit of money so that they can survive this winter. The rest of the matter will be decided by the emperor after I go back. .”

In desperation, Yan Yi even said the word "my official", which means that he really can't decide this matter. ..
The old man didn't make it difficult for Yan Yi, and he handed over his hands to thank him: "The Caomin thanked Lord Yan on behalf of those Qingzhou refugees."

"Second Uncle Meng is serious, I am ashamed to thank you."

"Also, Caomin has an unfeeling request. Tomorrow, Master Yan and Caomin will distribute disaster relief supplies to those Qingzhou refugees."

Yan Yi originally wanted to hand over the goods and money to Second Uncle Meng and leave it alone, but Uncle Meng invited him to join him in distributing disaster relief money, food and supplies to the refugees in Qingzhou.

Yan Yi could think that those refugees from Qingzhou cannot be described in one word.

"Forget it, let's talk about tomorrow."

Grandpa Meng also knew that before Yan Yi saw those Qingzhou refugees, everything he said was futile.

In the end, Yan Yi was reluctant to part with him, and followed Qi Yuanshan back to Qianhu's house.

Walking silently all the way, he was a little sad.He wanted to live in Meng's house very much, and imagined that the little girl's master came to see her apprentice in the middle of the night, and he met her right.

Then give him a few tricks, or, or accept him as a disciple.

Thinking about it makes him beautiful.

Alas, the thought is so beautiful.

Qi Yuanshan was exactly the opposite of what he thought, and he couldn't let him discover the secret of compassion.

The next day, Qi Yuanshan woke up early and wanted to greet Yan Yi for breakfast.But after searching the entire courtyard of the Qianhu Office, there was no sign of Yan Yidu.

After he asked about Jin Yiwei brought by Yan Yi, he found out that that guy went to Mengmeng again.

It's time for dinner.

Qi Yuanshan had a toothache, he had never seen anything like this before, and he went to Meng's house more diligently than he did.

At this moment, the Meng family is having breakfast.

The steaming two-rice porridge, moderately viscous, and the fragrant soup Xiaolongbao will leave your lips and teeth fragrant after a bite. There are also steamed buns with three-in-one noodles.

Not surprisingly, Yan Yi seemed to have eaten a few more mouthfuls.

Before he put down his chopsticks, Yan Yi started talking nicely to Second Uncle Meng.

"Second Uncle Meng, why do I feel that the food at your house is better than that in the capital?"

Grandpa Meng listened and smiled. "It's the fragrance of the pot. When you were young, did you also feel that the food at your relative's house was more fragrant than your own?"

Yan Yi: It seems that this is really the case.

Grandpa Meng: These are the rice grains grown in my granddaughter's small world, can they not be delicious?

But he didn't want Yan Yi to know, he didn't say anything about how much he could eat, and it was impossible to take it away.

So after breakfast, the old man Zhang Luo and Yan Yi went to Qingxi Academy where the refugees in Qingzhou lived temporarily.

Of course, Yan Yi had no objection, he first rode to the Qianhu Office, and his subordinates escorted the supplies to the school where the refugees in Qingzhou lived temporarily.

It's just that when he saw the skinny refugees, he felt really uncomfortable.

Team Leader Song and the others had already received the letter from Fu Yu, and everyone stayed behind, not going to the construction site for the house.

Seeing Mayor Meng coming with Mr. Yan at this moment, he knelt down and kowtowed.

"Caomin, pay homage to Lord Yan."

"Grassman pays homage to your lord."

"Everyone, please get up quickly." Yan Yi didn't dare to let them kneel on the ground, seeing that their arms and legs exposed under their clothes were covered with skin and bones, he was very afraid that their arms and legs would break if they were bent for a long time.

This was also the idea that Team Leader Song came up with. Originally, Mayor Meng had already helped them get some old clothes.They also sent new cotton cloth and new cotton. So far, each of them has got at least one new jacket and one old clothes.

But after hearing what Fu Yu said last night, they didn't sleep all night.

None of them are willing to go back to Qingzhou, where there is nothing but tears.

Now, God has treated them well, let them meet Mayor Meng again in the desperate situation, how could they leave?

They will never leave Mayor Meng, even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here.

No, just to make a fool of themselves in front of Yan Yi, they just endured not having breakfast, and did not drink the seafood soup that Mayor Meng had specially prepared for them every morning.

They also wore all the tattered clothes they wore to Liaodong outside.

Grandpa Meng looked dumbfounded, and thought: You guys are already miserable enough, so you don't need to show misery on purpose to make people feel distressed.

But he didn't know that Yan Yi and his subordinates, seeing the miserable appearance of these refugees, showed compassion one by one.