Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 312 The Hateful True Face, the Transformed Lin Daiyu

Xue Pan brought not only Prince Liu Hong's handwriting, but also cartloads of food.

Wang Pingkou was already gradually gathering refugees who couldn't survive. Jia Cong and Daiyu stood in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the porridge shed not far downstairs and the refugees waiting in a long line to receive the porridge.

"That one is our Lieutenant Master. He looks like a dog, but he just doesn't do human affairs."

According to Jia Cong's arrangement, Xue Pan handed over the transported grain to Wang Qingtang, the chief of the village, and the chief of the village was responsible for the porridge relief.

Then lead people to continue on the road and deliver food to other places.

On the first day of serving porridge, it was still normal, and the chopsticks did not fall down in the middle of the pot.But after Xue Pan left, the porridge in the pot became clear and watery.

Originally, according to Jia Cong's idea, when the common people started throwing pots and bowls, he would order Xue Pan to lead his troops back to arrest Wang Qingtang who was in charge of serving porridge.

But what he didn't expect was that even if the gruel in the bowl could be used as a mirror, this group of confused refugees would not even complain.

"Brother Cong, why are they like this..."

"Being obedient?"

Jia Cong's fingers tapped on the window sill, the chill in his eyes was colder than the snow drifting outside the window.

The name Wang Qingtang, to the people who have been oppressed by him for more than ten years, is far higher than the laws of the country and the majesty of the court.

If you accept it, you can at least drink a bowl of gruel. If you resist, let alone gruel, you may lose your life.

After hearing the news from the soldiers, Daiyu covered her mouth in shock.

If you are disobedient, you will already be lying in the snow and cannot move.

Daiyu looked at the thin and small children in the crowd who were shivering with cold, and said pitifully, "What should we do now? Why don't we just take Wang Qingtang down? How can such thin porridge be able to withstand hunger."

Jia Cong shook his head first, then sighed after a long silence: "Just do what Sister Lin said. I thought I could change their numbness, but... well, it is hard to straighten the bent bones after all."

……

If it weren't for the presence of the crown prince's personal guards yesterday, Wang Qingtang would have wished to store the relief food in his family's granary.

This heavy snow is good, and after two more days of porridge, he will evacuate the porridge shed, and when he returns home, he will hug his concubine and drink a little wine, happily waiting for the land to be reclaimed.

Drink it, drink it, you untouchables drink for another two days, I guess there won't be much left after the heavy snowfall.

I kept half of the relief food distributed by the imperial court, and the remaining half was exchanged for silver and sent to the capital according to the rules. When the spring began, it was time to go to the county government office to exchange the land deed.

"Master, there is not enough porridge in the pot, and there are still a hundred people, do you want to fetch some more rice and cook some?"

Wang Qingtang glared at the servant, and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "What are you doing so loudly? Take some rice and add water to it. You don't need money for the rice, it's all mine!"

The servant looked at the few grains of rice at the bottom of the pot, and then at the refugees waiting in line not far away, feeling a little unbearable.

But his arms couldn't hold his thighs, he was just a pariah who lost his land and had to sell himself to survive, alas...

Da Da Da Da!

The clear water in the pot oscillated in circles of ripples, and the ground began to tremble. The refugees whose eyes had become numb didn't move, still staring at the steaming pot in front of them.

Only Mr. Wang Qingtang, who was sitting in front of the brazier, had an incredulous look in his eyes, and then stood up abruptly.

"Hurry up, hurry up and fetch rice, cook porridge, cook porridge..."

Xue Pan came straight up to the porridge shed on a tall horse, without giving Wang Qingtang a chance to argue.

When I looked into the pot, I threw out the whip, snap!
With a scream, Wang Qingtang covered his face, and the whip he threw out in anger left Wang Qingtang's face covered in blood.

Only Xue Pan scolded him angrily: "What a coward, he even dared to covet the relief food allocated by His Royal Highness. Left and right, I will take it down!"

"General Xue, General Xue, I am your uncle~"

It's okay not to mention this, but mentioning this is like poking Xue Pan's lung tube.

He whipped the whip again, and cursed angrily: "A dog-like thing dares to call itself the general's uncle. Come on, Wang Qingtang is greedy for ink and relief food, first beat a hundred army sticks!"

"If you go down with a hundred sticks, this man will be beaten to death by yourself. Let's get down to business first. Brother Xue will search the Wang family first. Sister Lin and I will take care of the porridge and disaster relief."

Xue Pan asked and looked, and it was Jia Cong and Daiyu who came.

He thought he was not as flexible as Jia Cong, and with Liu Hong's advice, he naturally followed Jia Cong's lead.

Wang Qingtang was tied up by Wuhuada and hung on a tree not far away, and watched helplessly as Xue Pan led the team towards Wang's house.

woo woo woo...

Snapped!
The soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion who were guarding by his side went down with their scabbards, and Wang Qingtang's eyes were staring at the beating.

"Hmph, what is worse than a beast, even these poor people's rations are greedy, just wait for a thousand cuts!"

……

Daiyu was covered with a veil, and the cloak made of Firefox fur was like a fire, making every refugee who approached the porridge shed feel warm.

This is the head of Wen'an County, who was appointed by the emperor himself. The noble lady of the county head gave them porridge. Everyone got thick rice porridge.

And Master Yumao not only hanged the jackal-like Wang Lizhang from a tree, but also ordered people to search the Wang family who had oppressed them for more than ten years.

I heard that Master Yumao has ordered someone to build a shed nearby to shelter them from the cold wind.There is also a pot on the other side, boiling soup to dispel cold and prevent disease, and tomorrow there will be even more hungry steamed buns...

There are not many refugees gathered in Wangpingkou, and the total number of them is no more than 400.

Simple huts are already being built outside the town. According to Jia Cong's instructions, the huts must not only be strong and durable, but also have supporting facilities such as ditches and huts.

"If you don't have enough medicinal materials, go directly to Shuntian Mansion to get them. Your Highness doesn't have much reserves. Now that the road is blocked by heavy snow, it's not convenient to go back to Beijing directly when you go to Fangshan County."

Jia Cong issued a series of warrants, and the soldiers galloped away in batches and directions.

Xue Pan hasn't come back yet, it seems that the Wang family's harvest will not be small.Jia Cong stuffed Daiyu into a warm blanket, told Nanny Wang to take care of her, and then drove to the other side of the town.

Wang Qingtang's house is really not small, the large courtyard with four entrances is bigger than the mansions of some third-rank officials in the capital.

According to the usual practice, Xue Pan locked Wang Qingtang's wife, children, and mother in a guest courtyard, and then the prince's personal guards began to search around.

Seeing Jia Cong approaching, Xue Pan immediately seemed to have seen a savior, and dragged him into the study of the Wang family, pointing to the books and books on the table: "Brother Cong, look at these..."

He couldn't read it, and his head got dizzy when he saw the numbers in the book.

Jia Cong opened a book, heh, Wang Qingtang's writing is really clear enough.

"Brother Xue, this man is really your uncle!"

Jia Cong closed the ledger suddenly, and looked at Xue Pan dumbfounded: "Wang Qingtang is the commander of the second sister-in-law's father's personal army, or a nephew who has just graduated from the fifth service. Isn't he your uncle?"

what?
Xue Pan knew that Wang Qingtang had a close relationship with the county magistrate's mansion, but he never thought that he could really have a relationship with him.

Jia Cong slowly said: "The reason why Wang Qingtang is so bold is because every time he gets a sum of money, he will send half of it to the capital. Your third uncle, Wang Zisheng, is the one who collects the money."

Ah!
Xue Pan felt that the tea in his hand was no longer fragrant. Wang Zisheng was his own uncle. If this matter was investigated, Wang Zisheng would not be able to get rid of it at all.

As for whether Wang Zisheng was dead or alive in the end, he didn't care, but his mother was different.

"Third uncle... Is the Wang family so short of money? Is uncle so short of money?"

Jia Cong glanced at these things in the study room, and said with a sigh: "We don't care about whether there is a lack of money or not. This matter should be left to the Long Guard to investigate. The second brother should come over soon after receiving the letter. Let's count the things that have been confiscated first. It's important to deal with the errands."

……

Xue Pan is an extremely serious person when he handles affairs, and he puts his identity upright - a member of the prince's family, and the prince is at his fingertips.

The Wang family was dug three feet into the ground, including several secret rooms. Xue Pan didn't take a penny of the boxes of gold, silver and jewels.

According to Liu Hong's order, he sealed up all of them and packed them in a car, waiting for the sky to escort them to the capital and hand them over to the emperor.

The evidence pointing to Wang Zisheng and the county magistrate's mansion was also sealed up and carefully guarded by the elite of Prince Liu.

Jia Cong took out the food confiscated from the Wang family and used it for disaster relief.

The food in several warehouses is enough for the victims in the Wangpingkou area to eat until the beginning of spring.

Sheds were built one after another, and the old and weak finally had a shelter from the cold, while the young refugees were organized into small teams, responsible for building houses, digging ditches, carrying wood, cooking porridge and serving meals.

Jia Cong handed over the disaster relief work in the town to Daiyu, and then led the team to leave Wang Pingkou to inspect the disaster relief work in the entire Shuntian Prefecture in a clockwise direction according to the pre-determined plan.

On the second day after Jia Cong left Wang Pingkou, Jia Lian arrived with the Dragon Guards.

He ordered Wang Qingtang to be imprisoned secretly, and then sent all the account books confiscated from the Wang family back to Fusi, North Town of Longjian Guard in the capital.

This matter involved a military general of the first rank, and it was no longer his decision.But before that, we should talk about the matter of the father-in-law who passed away early.

Jia Lian didn't delay at Wang Pingkou, and left ten elite dragon guards to protect Daiyu. Early the next morning, he brought the Wang family back to Beijing for interrogation.

The disaster relief work was not accomplished overnight. Daiyu was in charge of the disaster relief work in a town alone. From being full of confidence at the beginning to being in a hurry in the middle, and finally being handy at the end, it seemed that she had experienced a transformation.

"Girl, go to bed early, it's almost Haishi."

Zijuan reminded her over and over again, but Daiyu stubbornly shook her head as she looked at the account books on the table.

"No, these should be sorted out and sent to His Royal Highness as soon as possible. We have a surplus of food here, but we are in short supply of medicinal materials, clothing, and bedding that can dispel the cold. We must prepare them when the weather finally clears."

It has been snowing intermittently for more than ten days, food and so on are easy to talk about, but as the weather gets colder, there have been many people suffering from wind and cold in Wangpingkou.

The Rongguo Mansion wrote many times to ask Daiyu to return to Beijing, for fear that Daiyu, who was weak since she was a child, would get sick.But Daiyu stubbornly stayed this time, determined to arrange everything properly and return to the capital a year ago.

Fortunately, the two years of recuperation have taken effect, and with the help of good medicine to dispel the cold, Daiyu, who has become more and more busy, is more energetic than others. Wang Momo and Xueyan have both fallen ill, but she is full of energy.

"Let Uncle Eleven arrange for someone to transcribe two copies, one to be sent to the Fangshan County Government and one to be sent to Shuntian Mansion. Please send the things from the capital as soon as possible."

Zijuan could only force the warm ginger soup into Daiyu's hands, and walked out of the house with the account books Daiyu had sorted out.

Daiyu frowned, drank the ginger soup, and tightened her cloak.

"I don't know what's going on with brother Cong? It's been several days, and there is no news."

……

Jia Cong put on a guard of honor and inspected the disaster relief matters in the counties and counties of Shuntian Prefecture all the way.

He met Prince Liu Hong in Fangshan County, and after taking away three hundred cavalry, he went southward, and first killed a county magistrate in Zhuozhou who was greedy for food for disaster relief.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Jia Cong arrived in Yongqing County.

The snow disaster in Yongqing County was not very serious. According to Yi Wenxi, the county magistrate, the surrounding Bazhou, Dong'an, and Wuqing counties were not greatly affected, and the number of refugees was similar to the previous one.

Before the Shuntian Mansion issued a disaster relief order, he had ordered the county government to set up porridge sheds outside the city gate as usual, so that the refugees had a chance to survive.

Jia Cong personally went to see the porridge shed in Yongqing County for disaster relief. Indeed, as Yi Wenxi said, Yongqing County gave out porridge twice a day, and the cooked rice porridge could not be finished each time.

"My lord, there are many benevolent squires in Yongqing County who give porridge. Compared with the porridge sheds in the county government, the squires not only have porridge, but also warm steamed buns. The refugees prefer to go to the squires."

Oh?
Hearing what Yi Wenxi said, Jia Cong also became curious.

For the imperial court's disaster relief, there are too many places to take into account when opening warehouses to release grain.It is mostly cooking porridge that hangs the lives of the victims, and it is impossible to fill their stomachs.

Don't even think about stuffed buns.

Yi Wenxi led the way, and after a while, Jia Cong and his party arrived at a place where the gentry gave porridge on the north side of the county.

Today's private visit in Weifu, neither of them wore official uniforms.In order to prevent being recognized by others, Jia Cong asked Yi Wenxi to wait at a distance, while he led two soldiers to check.

As Yi Wenxi said, the country gentry surnamed Guo did cook rice porridge and steaming steamed buns for the victims to satisfy their hunger.

If that's the case, Jia Cong couldn't help asking for an imperial edict of commendation for Guo Juren.

But Jia Cong soon realized something was wrong. Outside the porridge shed for relief, there were only young women and young dolls who had not yet grown up.

What about the old and the weak?not a single one.

"Go and check, is it the same for the porridge sheds donated by other gentry?"

……

At nightfall, the soldiers had already brought back the answer Jia Cong wanted.

Yi Wenxi was deceived. He, the magistrate of the county government from out of town, was played around by the people below.

The gentry in Yongqing County unite and select young and strong women from among the refugees every year, as well as those little babies who have not yet grown up, and give them a chance to survive.

Of course, these people have to pay a huge price, that is, they will be engraved with the surnames of these squires, and they will become private slaves of these squires from then on!
Many people were even sold to other places and became other people's slaves, the prostitutes of Qinlou Chuguan...

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(End of this chapter)