Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 87
These babies must live. Rice porridge alone is definitely not enough. They must have fish and meat, and the mother will have milk for the children to live.

The Northland must have new life flooding this barren land, let them thrive on the Northland land, and become the light of the Northland land. The Northland needs them to create and live, so that the Northland is not disgustingly barren place.

Qiao Yurong's eyes were firm, and he said again: "You go and send someone to bring some porridge first, let these nursing mothers eat it, and the children will be surprised by the rice porridge first."

Having said that, Qiao Yurong warned again: "Yao Yong, you are ordering, tell the person in charge of the porridge cooking, that when receiving porridge in the future, women, children, old and young children are given priority, let them eat first, understand?"

Yao Yong nodded and went to do it immediately.

The woman who was feeding the child didn't know who Qiao Yurong was, but she probably guessed that it must be an official. Isn't it only officials who think about them?

The woman hugged the crying baby and knelt in front of Qiao Yurong: "Thank you, Master Qingtian, thank you!"

Her clothes are ragged, because she put on a commoner clothes, put a new commoner clothes inside, and wrapped her ragged coat outside to keep out the cold and frost; her hair was particularly messy, and a pair of dirty straw sandals hung on her feet. A frozen red and swollen toe.

Her child was wrapped in a worn-out cotton padded coat and wrapped in new cloth, so it wasn't cold, but the baby burst into tears because of hunger, and she still hugged and knelt in front of Qiao Yurong.

The soreness in Qiao Yurong's heart was lingering in her chest, sore and astringent. There was an urge to shed tears that overflowed her chest, and she couldn't stop the tears. They flowed down in a blink of an eye, and quickly helped the woman up, saying: "Stop kneeling, get up quickly."

At this time, the person arranged by Yao Yong had already brought a bowl of porridge, and Qiao Yurong brought the porridge in front of her, choked up, "You drink it first, after you drink it, there will be milk, and the child will grow up" so as not to die.

The woman didn't even look at Qiao Yurong. The person in front of her was so good-looking. She had never seen such a beautiful person, such a white skin, such a clean person, and she was so dirty.
With a low self-esteem and timid smile on the woman's face, she took the bowl from Qiao Yurong: "Thank you sir, thank you sir, you are really the master of Qingtian, when my son grows up, I will definitely burn the longevity incense for you."

After speaking, she drank it immediately, looking at the baby in her arms with a loving face.

Qiao Yurong felt a dull pain in her heart, and withdrew her hand, what kind of master Qingtian, if it weren't for the original owner, the bastard prince, I'm afraid she wouldn't have fallen to this level.

But these people, as long as they treat her better, they will think that they are the master of Qingtian.
In fact, the common people's requirements are very simple, enough food and clothing, one-third of an acre of land, and a stable life, that's all.

But the people only wanted such a simple life, but they were displaced by the original owner, the bastard prince. They were hungry and didn't even have a piece of clothing to keep out the cold.

Whose fault is all this?
It's the original owner!

Feeling guilty and uncomfortable, Qiao Yurong looked firmly at Yao Yong and said to Yao Yong, "Yao Yong, this king will see all the mothers with children tonight, and they will be able to eat rice porridge with meat. It must be quick."

Yao Yong nodded immediately: "My lord, this servant knows, don't worry, this servant will do it immediately."

At this time, a child suddenly stepped forward, tugging on Qiao Yurong's clean clothes, his immature face was full of confusion, blinking curious eyes, and said, "Sister, who are you!"

　Thank you for the little cutie who voted for me, I won’t record it here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)