There is a Wangfu wife at home

Chapter 492 Sending food (one more)
Simon Fei was even more proud.

It would be better if the rules were set by him.

He has always looked down on Zhao Cong's children, all of them are as weak as women, if it is not for the dream in his heart, he will kill another golden soldier, he will not come to train Zhao Cong's cavalry!

How comfortable it is to raise foxes on the mountain!

Ximen Fei thought so, and wanted to play tricks on Zhao Cong, so that Zhao Cong would obediently listen to him from now on.

He squeezed the tip of his mustache, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "That's like shooting copper coins, chasing arrows, and capturing sheep. The venue, the horse farm next to Zhuangzi, should be wide enough."

To shoot copper coins is to hang a copper coin at a place of about a hundred paces, and shoot the thread that is tied to the copper coin to win.

If all ten arrows are shot, it is a big victory.

To chase an arrow is to shoot an arrow into the sky.

The contestant shoots an arrow quickly, and the one who chases down is the winner.

It's easy to understand when it comes to catching sheep. A running creature, whoever shoots it down wins.

Zhao Cong nodded and said, "Okay, let's compete like this."

Ximen Fei asked again, "Then, when will the young master decide to compete? It's getting dark now..."

Zhao Cong thought to himself, this Ximen Fei is eager to win, of course, the faster the game, the better.

"Now let's compare who has better eyesight." Zhao Cong said.

Ximen Fei sneered in his heart, does this yellow-haired boy know his other nickname?
Cat's eye?

His eyes are more powerful at night than during the day!
Ximen Fei said to a man who was following, "Go and make arrangements immediately, the young master and I are going to compete in archery."

He was careless that day, and Zhao Cong threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

Makes him very embarrassed.

Today, no matter what, he wants to get back his face.

The man glanced at Zhao Cong, then at Ximen Fei, blinked, turned around and left.

Zhao Cong said, "Mr. Ximen should also prepare. See you at the racecourse after dinner."

Ximen Fei laughed, "Okay, see you after dinner! Now I'm going to meet Luo Dong's family."

He bowed his hands to Zhao Cong, and walked into the main room as a courtesy.

Zhao Cong also walked in.

Although everyone is talking about farm work on the farm.

Zhao Cong didn't understand most of them, but he still sat on the sidelines and listened. If he didn't understand, he forced himself to listen and learn.

Both Luo Cheng and Li Jiaoniang once told him that the people are water, and the dynasty is a boat.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.

If you want your boat not to be overturned by water, you must understand the nature of water.

Li Jiaoniang saw him sitting aside and listening carefully, and explained a few words in a low voice.

If Zhao Cong didn't understand, he would ask a few words.

Master Zhuang and Luo Cheng are the most indifferent.

Luo Cheng has lived in Jinshan Village for 20 years. He has dealt with the land since he was a child, and he knows the hardships and joys of the villagers.

Everyone started talking about things in the village, and gradually, they talked about the situation in the three nearby villages.

Some people say that there is not enough food in winter.

Some people are talking about the problem of keeping out the cold in winter.

Some people said that a few people in that village froze to death again.

Some people said that some ponds in a certain village were dry, and they had to travel three or four miles to fetch water.

Luo Cheng listened to their discussions and made a few small ideas, but after all, he was neither Li Zheng nor the head of the pavilion, so he couldn't exceed his authority to manage things.

You can only come up with ideas to help, not make decisions and interfere.

Zhao Cong said at this time, "I want to say a few words."

Everyone looked up at him.

Ximen Fei also squinted at him.

Many people looked at him with indifferent expressions and no expectations.

Luo Cheng said, "What idea does Cong'er have?"

Zhao Cong said, "My Hongfeng Villa is built near the third village, and I can be regarded as everyone's neighbor. Neighbors are in trouble, and it is unreasonable not to help. As the old saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."

Ximen Fei raised his eyebrows and said intentionally, "Could it be that the young master wants to send money to everyone so that everyone can have a good year?"

Li Jiaoniang hurried to see Ximen Fei, what is Ximen Fei doing?

Everyone looked forward to this question.

Those who chatted quietly stopped chatting, sat upright, and looked at him one by one.

Luo Cheng also turned to look at Zhao Cong.

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Cong'er, what idea do you have in mind?"

Zhao Cong said, "I remember that last time I distributed the money to the nearby villagers. There are dozens of households who have distributed the money. Except for these families, others, such as those who are sick and take medicine all the year round, the elderly and children If there are more families, each family will be compensated with another ten pennies."

As soon as this was said, everyone started talking in low voices.

They all nodded in praise.

Someone said loudly, "Young Master, it's not just about money, it's about not enough food."

Another person also said, "Yes, when you go to the market to buy grain, you have to press your fingerprints, and each person can't exceed five catties of grain per month."

"..."

"Seven people in my family, including my three-year-old grandson, were taken to have their fingerprints pressed, and they only got 35 catties of grain. However, for seven people, 35 catties of grain per month is not enough to eat. At most, they can eat for more than half a month. It will take a year." A dry one, and a thin one to eat together."

Zhao Cong couldn't understand, "Why don't you let him buy more? If you buy more, doesn't his grain shop make more money?"

The old man sneered, "Young master, most of the grain has been taxed, and it's a severe winter, and there is no rice for sale in the grain shop. If it is sold out all of a sudden, the popularity of his shop will disappear. Next year You can’t do business with them, so of course you can save on selling them.”

Li Jiaoniang squinted her eyes. Is this the price increase of grain in the disaster year?
No wonder the price of food in Yuezhou City has risen sharply recently.

It's no wonder that Juan, who bought the grain, came back and said that if it wasn't for her face, the fat shopkeeper wouldn't sell so much grain to her.

She asked Hu An to buy three hundred catties of grain and give it to the person who saved Zhao Cong. If someone else went to buy it, they would definitely not be able to buy it.

Luo Cheng frowned, said nothing, and looked at Zhao Cong together with Li Jiaoniang.

They want to see how Zhao Cong solves this problem.

Zhao Cong looked at Luo Cheng, then at Li Jiaoniang, and said, "Mother, don't we have food on hand? Should we share some with them?"

Li Jiaoniang blinked and said, "Cong'er, only a small part of the food has been raised, and the share will be less? What if we lose the game?"

Zhao Cong said, "If I lost the game, I just lost my reputation. The villagers have no food, but I lost my life."

"..."

"If you lose your reputation temporarily, you can get it back. If you lose your life, you can never get it back."

His light words shocked everyone.

This Zhao Cong, who is open-minded at a young age, will definitely be a talented person in the future!

When Ximen Fei thought about the game for a while, he felt a little unnatural, and always felt that he was a villain.

He thought, how about pretending to lose during the game?

Zhao Cong sent food, and he also won Zhao Cong's words, it seems that it is not a thing!

At this moment, Li Jiaoniang suddenly thought of a serious problem.

Sending money to families with sick people or families with many elderly people and many children is called helping the weak.

It is worth promoting.

However, sending food to families without food will attract false reports from people who maliciously take advantage of it. In this way, the disadvantaged families will not get food, and those who will play tricks will get food instead.

If conflicts are aroused, Zhao Cong will scold back instead, which is thankless.

"Cong'er!" Li Jiaoniang tugged on Zhao Cong's sleeve, whispered a few words to him, and told Zhao Cong her worries.

Zhao Cong opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Jiaoniang in surprise.

He had forgotten the big question!

The mother is worthy of being a mother, she is thoughtful.

"I understand." He said, "I have my own ideas." Zhao Cong cleared his throat and said, "However, the food is not taken for nothing. This batch of food was originally planned to be sent to the North to be used as military rations. The danger of being punished by the officials was taken out and given to the village. In order to prevent the soldiers in the North from having no food to eat, the food is counted as a loan and will be returned before the Mid-Autumn Festival next year. No interest is charged, and the amount borrowed will be repaid next year."

For a few people who planned to grab more food, most of the excitement on their faces disappeared immediately.

They curled their lips, still want to pay it back?

That's not necessary, the family still has grain, and they can survive until next year.

Those who are timid will be happy immediately.

Because they also rely on borrowing to live, but if they borrow ten catties, they have to pay back one catty. Right now, they don't need to pay back the interest for borrowing from the village, which is a great deal.

Most of the people said happily, "This arrangement is excellent."

Luo Cheng said, "Everyone has no objections, so let's arrange it like this. We will inform them tomorrow morning, and ask them to come to the village to pick up food after noon tomorrow."

Some of the grain raised was transported to Zhuangzi, and some were still in the warehouse of the prefect of Chen.

There are many people in the village, and it is a big problem to eat. Li Jiaoniang asked for hundreds of shi of grain and stored it in the village.

"We have no objection! Dong Luo's family, Young Master Zhao." Everyone said happily.

After discussing it, everyone dispersed.

Luo Cheng asked Hu Laoqi and A Sheng some more questions, and both of them reported excitedly.

It was not until Ximei came to ask where to set the dining table that everyone stopped discussing.

Li Jiaoniang said, "Let's put it here. It's warm in this room. Let Lao Qi and A Sheng eat together, it's so crowded." She called Ximen Fei again, and they sat down to drink together.

A big round table was set up in the main room.

The large round table is specially fixed and can be rotated. A hole is dug in the middle, and a small pot is placed on it. Under the table is a stove with openings on all sides.

The pot rests on the stove.

One side can be roasted, and the other side can be used as a hot pot.

There are dishes on the table and soup is boiling in the pot.

There is no shortage of game in the village, and the meat and bone soup can be eaten every day.

Today is hare soup.

Eight small dishes were arranged around the pot.

(End of this chapter)