Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 419 Yan Yi blushed again

With such a body, even if they take good care of them for a winter, these people's bodies will not be much better.

Because they all understand one thing, the so-called health care of these refugees is different from those old lords in the capital.

Those old lords of the family eat delicacies of mountains and seas every day, and raise ginseng and bird's nests, which is the real way to nourish their bodies.

And it would be nice for these refugees to have enough to eat every day, and this is still under the care of Master Meng.

If it were any other official, not to mention full food, even the porridge that could be reflected in the figure would be cooked with old rice.

Alas, people's hearts are different, and they are deeply touched by this.

After Yan Yi and everyone were polite, Grandpa Meng invited him to a seat, and then he brought people with him, and distributed things to everyone in front of Yan Yi.

Everyone has been distributed, their own share of money, food and items.

Looking at these things, Song Bantou took the lead to kneel down to Yan Yi and Mayor Meng.

Everyone solemnly kowtowed and thanked the two.

"Hey, I've already said it, don't be so polite."

Qi Yuanshan, who came with him, saw Yan Yi who was in a hurry, he didn't dare to laugh, and could only secretly look at the sky.

Yan Yi: He really can't stand this, he'd better get out of here early.

So he found an excuse and asked Qi Yuanshan to lead him the way. He wanted to go to the beach.

Finally sent the plague god away, and the first-class talent in the Song team let go of the hanging heart.

Song Bantou even leaned closer to Mayor Meng, trying to get an answer.

"Old Song, I don't dare to say anything to you. We have to wait for Mr. Yan to return to Beijing before we can have a definite letter. But..."

The old man took another look at Bantou Song's outfits, and he couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Hurry up and eat something, especially the seafood soup, which is very nourishing. It's already this hour, and it must have been chilled. Don't forget to drink a bowl for each person. And the clothes on this body, hurry up and change."

"Hey, we thank Mayor Meng."

"We have been friends for many years, don't always thank us, just listen to your fate."

"Eh, eh."

The first class members of Team Song were also really hungry. After being said a few words by Mayor Meng, they all carried their own things and went in to eat.

Grandpa Meng looked at the yard and frowned when he thought of the money, food and items that everyone had just distributed.

Seeing his old father frowning, Fu Yu stepped forward worriedly, and asked anxiously in a low voice, "Father, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, as a father, I'm worried about Uncle Song's property."

Thinking of their current status as refugees at the bottom of society, the old man sighed for them.

"Father, there is always a way."

"However, this Qingxi Town can be regarded as a mixed bag. Although it has been peaceful under our management in the past few years, who knows how many undercurrents and turbulent currents lie beneath this tranquility."

"Father, we still have a few days to think about it. At least when Master Yan was in Qingxi Town, no one dared to stab him."

"Well, Yu'er is right."

...

At this moment, Lord Yan that Fu Yu was talking about had already arrived at the seaside with Qi Yuanshan.

At this time, the sea water had already ebbed, and the off-duty soldiers of Yingzui Cliff Sixth Small Banner were picking up seafood by the seaside with their own skills.

Seeing the veterans picking up seafood on the beach despite the cold, Yan Yi once again gave Uncle Meng a thumbs up in his heart.

"Second Uncle Meng's character is unmatched by anyone."

"Of course. Without Uncle Meng, the officers and soldiers of our Yingzuiya guard station would still be starving. We would not have the prosperity of Qingxi Town today, and the people in the town would not be able to live and work in peace and contentment."

It's okay to say anything else, when I heard Qi Yuanshan say that before Second Uncle Meng came here, the officers and soldiers of Yingzuiya guard station were still hungry, Yan Yi blush again for the man on the dragon chair.

Can you not blush, even if the same person has different fate, but the difference can't be too much.

He couldn't tell the person on the dragon chair these words yet.Otherwise, that guy can still think of himself as wise, it was he who brought Meng Qingping to northern Xinjiang, and you are full of food, don't you want to thank him.

This time it was Yan Yi who had a toothache.

Before the veterans who picked up the sea goods found them, Yan Yi and Qi Yuanshan made new demands.

"Come on, let's go and see the houses built for refugees."

"Okay, the next official will lead the way for Mr. Yan."

So waiting for this group of veterans felt that something was wrong, and only saw their Lord Qianhu and a red figure.

After he rode his horse and ran for two miles, Yan Yi reined in his mount, looked back at the observation tower on the treetop and said, "This is not bad, who came up with the idea."

Qi Yuanshan: ...

Seeing that Qi Yuanshan didn't answer, Yan Yi guessed whose idea it was.

"Hehe, I know whose idea it is." After Yan Yi finished speaking, if he was not afraid that his outfit would scare the sentry above, he really wanted to fly up and take a good look at the scenery above.

Qi Yuanshan was the one who leaked, and he just didn't want to make him happy.

"Master Yan, should we go now or later."

"now go."

"Hey, I will show you the way before the officer."

After Qi Yuanshan finished speaking, he urged the horse forward.

Yan Yi looked at Qi Yuanshan's back and thought, "This man really has no eyesight, no wonder he stopped at Qianhu."

Qi Yuanshan doesn't care what Yan Yi thinks, he only thinks about this person going back to the capital as soon as possible.

Yan Yi: I finally came to Liaodong, how can I go back so soon.

But he also has other things to do, and the materials escorted to the Qingzhou refugees are just one of the trivial things.

Now that all the money, food and supplies for the refugees had been distributed, Yan Yi led his people away from Yingzui Cliff the next morning and went to the General's Mansion.

Qi Yuanshan stood at the mountain pass, watching their leaving backs, and felt that every inch of land under Yingzui Cliff was fragrant.

Yan Yi turned around, I will come back in two days.

Seeing that Yan Yi and the others had left, Grandpa Meng felt a little heavy.

There were no outsiders in the family at the moment, so they sat in the main room and talked to their son: "Master Yan used to find excuses to stay a few days longer when he came to Yingzui Cliff, why is it different this time."

"Maybe Mr. Yan has something to do, after all, not everyone can take his seat."

"That's right." The old man also understood this point, "It's just that Mr. Yan left so soon, and you, Uncle Song, and the others have yet to come up with a proper solution for your father."

The old man thought that Bantou Song and the others held more than two hundred taels of silver in their hands, and there were so many new cotton clothes, new bedding, and food that were newly distributed to them, so they worried for them.

"What should I do?" While the elderly were worried that their money and things would be stolen and robbed, they were even more worried that they would be hurt.

"Father, why don't I go to Brother Yuanshan and ask him to send a few people to sit in the school, this will also act as a deterrent."

(End of this chapter)