There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

The victim in front took his rice bowl and left with a lot of gratitude. Song Rutang raised his head and saw Zhuang Mang standing in front of him with red eyes, and said pitifully:

"Benefactor, are you still short of people? Our former master's family thought we ate too much and found a reason to kick us out."

"How could this happen? Didn't the government give them subsidies?"

"It's bad, the money subsidized can't cover the money spent by employees. Looking at Anping County, there are fewer and fewer wealthy families who can persevere.

It’s just that you Yang family and Beibian Gui family are kind-hearted and have hired some laborers in each shop, which can support some refugees. Other families... please take us in and give the children a place to live! "

Zhuang Mang sighed secretly, pulled his children forward, and told them not to leave his sight.

Those little kids were also well-behaved and had long lost their original naughty temper. They came closer to Song Rutang. Nuo Shengsheng called her sister and stared at the porridge in the pot in a daze.

Song Rutang scooped up a bowl of porridge and brought it to the children, also wanting to see how they would react.

What is surprising is that a few months ago, the little kids who were picky about the dishes cooked by the cooks on the mountain no longer dislike anything. They held a bowl and drank most of it in one sip. He handed the remaining half bowl of porridge to Zhuang Mang.

Zhuang Mang didn't mind it either, so he took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he handed the bowl to the children.

Several little kids ran to the side, found a clean place, wiped the bowl clean with snow, and reluctantly licked the snow porridge Momo on their hands.

Song Rutang looked at the movements of the children, and saw that the expressions of regret on their faces did not seem to be fake. He kept moving his hands, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to the next person, while saying to Zhuang Mang:

"You must have heard those rumors in the county. What if I say they are not false?"

Zhuang Mang pinched his fingertips and thought:
"It's just a matter of going to prison and beheading, and that's it as soon as you close your eyes."

Song Rutang really didn't understand what this meant and tilted her head in confusion.

Zhuang Mang also realized that his words seemed too abrupt, laughed heartily, and explained:
"Then the Lin family has set up such a big situation for the Yang family. It's not a good thing to think about. If they really want to take over the house, I will fight to the death and fight all those people out to protect my benefactor in the Yang family. .”

Touching the heads of the little children who came close to him, Zhuang Mang said directly without hiding his selfish intentions:
"After all, I have to rely on my benefactor to take care of these little babies. If the Yang Mansion is gone, my benefactor will not be able to care about these little babies even if he wants to come. I have to make preparations for my babies."

Song Rutang smiled, feeling much less wary.

Taking advantage of the fact that all the victims were drinking porridge, and there was no queue for porridge, Song Rutang quietly asked Zhuang Mang:
"How many of you are left?"

Zhuang Mang thought for a while and replied:

"Counting me, there are twelve more people."

"That's just right." Song Rutang found a good place for these people:
"Go to Anle Dyeing House. There is a shortage of people there these days. Go tell my mother and ask a group of you to be guards and take turns to look after the goods inside day and night. Of course, if there is any shortage of things inside, you can just leave. "

"Don't worry, I'll tell my brothers when I get back and tell them to be careful. I won't lose anything inside!"

Facing Song Rutang's searching eyes, Zhuang Mang said again:
"I didn't tell them how important it was. I just said that I had to look after things for my benefactor."

Song Rutang nodded: "Don't throw away the things inside, and don't spread this matter. Take a few babies with you. My mother knows how to arrange them."

It wasn't until now that Song Rutang's purpose of coming to serve porridge was revealed.

Yang Songlan has taken a big order, and there must be a shortage of people everywhere.

She came to give porridge, firstly to explore the reputation of the Yang family among everyone, and secondly, to recruit people for Yang Songlan.

After arranging Zhuang Mang's group of people and asking him to take the baby with him, Song Rutang turned to look at the refugees who were eating: "The Anping dyeing workshop is short of laborers. If you are able to go, come to me and queue up to sign up. Food, food and accommodation will be arranged for you, and you will not be asked to sleep in the open again."

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads:
"If we had the energy to work, how could we queue up here to serve porridge?"

Song Rutang had long known that everyone would react this way, so he shook his head and said with a smile:
"The things you have to do in the dyeing workshop are naturally different from those elsewhere. You don't have to be very strong. You need to be able to make clothes. Can you all do that?"

Everyone looked at each other, completely unaware that they were recruiting someone who could do needlework.

The stronger ones all worked as laborers for wealthy families. Most of the people present were women, old and weak, and those who knew how to do needlework came to sign up with Song Rutang.

There were also a few people who didn’t believe it and curled their lips and said:

"How can such a good thing happen? She might be tricking you. Be careful and let her sell you to who knows where."

Song Rutang smiled and glanced over there. Seeing that it was appropriate, he invited:

"Three meals a day."

"Okay, I'll do it. I can do anything. Not only can I embroider flowers, but I can also embroider birds!!"

After collecting this large group of people, Song Rutang counted them and calculated that the number of people should be enough.

Behind them were some people who didn't know how to embroider and make clothes, and there were also people who wanted to live on the court's disaster relief food and didn't plan to work as laborers.

Song Rutang didn't care about this, called the servants over, led a group of people to Anle Dyeing House, packed up his things and was about to leave.

But he didn't want to just collect the things and load Shen Suihe in front of him.

Shen Suihe looked her up and down several times, then showed a playful smile:
"My family has too much time to take care of itself. Are you still in the mood to recruit people to your family?"

"If you do one good deed every day, the Bodhisattva will definitely protect my Yang family through everything."

Song Rutang clasped his hands together and became superstitious, but then heard Shen Suihe say:
"The Lin family's business isn't very good either. I heard from people that the Lin family has made a large sum of money and is struggling with financial issues."

Song Rutang didn't expect to hear news about the Lin family from Shen Suihe. He was stunned for a moment, and then said a shallow thank you.

"Your Yang family must not be short of the 1000 taels. Why do you have to follow my mother on that trip and lose your life for 1000 taels?"

"There is no turning back when I shoot my bow. I have to go."

Song Rutang shook his head and handed out a bowl of porridge:
"Want some?"

"No need."

Shen Suihe shook his head, sighed for a moment, and finally left.

Song Rutang stared at her leaving figure and sighed that she couldn't find out any information this time.

But...Song Rutang's heart sank slightly as she recalled Yang Pinrou's words.

The Lin family has no money, so they must come to collect the real estate and silver soon, right?
"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)