Zhangsun Minzhi suddenly remembered that he still had 1,300 points. He could work hard.
"The Gao family's porridge shop is giving out porridge again. Let's go over quickly.”
Someone shouted from a distance in the forest, and this voice immediately exploded in the crowd.
Many weak refugees suddenly stood up and shouted.
"That's great. My child is saved.”
"God bless State Duke Xu's family."
"Let's go quickly. If we're late, we won't be able to get the porridge.”
The owner of the Gao family's porridge shop was Duke Xu, Gao Shilian. He was also Empress Zhangsun's uncle and had raised Zhangsun Wuji and Zhangsun Wugou since they were young.
Three days ago, the relief porridge shop opened and attracted tens of thousands of refugees.
Soon, the refugees flooded into the Gao family's porridge shop outside the city. They were all fighting for it, afraid of falling behind.
After all, yesterday, the refugees had seen with their own eyes that their relatives and friends had starved to death in front of them without receiving any porridge.
Zhangsun Minzhi also followed. He finally understood that the Chang 'an City Wall separated the two worlds.
The people in the city had money to buy water and rice.
As for the refugees outside the city, they could only receive porridge and entrust their lives to others.
......
Outside the Gao family's porridge shop.
At this moment, the refugees formed a black line.
The ten porridge stalls emptied one bucket after another, but the number of refugees increased.
Zhangsun Minzhi stood on the hillside and looked at the porridge shop. There were dozens of people busy inside.
A strong man was carrying a bag of rice, a farmer's wife was cooking porridge by the boiler, someone was helping to carry the bowl, and someone was serving the porridge with a big spoon.
One of them was a delicate and slim girl who was very eye-catching. She was holding a big spoon and giving porridge to the refugees. The surrounding refugees were very respectful to her.
Every refugee who received the porridge shouted.
"Thank you for the porridge, Miss Gao."
"If I survive, I will definitely be a slave to your Gao family.”
"Miss, is there still porridge tomorrow?"
This woman was Gao Shilian's daughter, Gao Linger.
Gao Shilian had a daughter, so he loved her very much. He didn't want to get involved in this matter this time.
However, Gao Ling 'er coaxed and coaxed her before she was willing to take out three thousand strings of money to set up a porridge shop to relieve the people.
"There will be more tomorrow. Please rest assured.”
Gao Ling 'er's voice rang out.
However, beneath her smile, there was a hint of anxiety.
Suddenly, overwhelming cheers came like a tide.
Zhangsun Minzhi was also extremely shocked. He had heard that the Gao family had been providing porridge for three consecutive days and had fed tens of thousands of refugees. The imperial court might not be able to easily fork out this sum of money.
She really didn't know if the Gao family was rich, rich, or rich.
However, he was extremely impressed by this young lady of the Gao family, Gao Shilian, and the Gao family.
In comparison, the imperial court was simply weak and incompetent, actually abandoning the refugees.
Zhangsun Minzhi arrived in front of Gao Linger and finally saw the girl's appearance.
Her long black hair was tied into a simple bun.
Her delicate oval face had a pair of watery eyes that were filled with kindness and simplicity.
This girl's exquisite appearance was not inferior to the Internet celebrity lolita Zhangsun Minzhi had seen before.
"Young Master? If you want to get porridge, you have to line up."
Her voice was clear and ethereal, making people feel very comfortable listening to it.
Gao Ling 'er said apologetically as she looked at the handsome young man in front of her. The sackcloth clothes could not hide his extraordinary temperament at all.
"I'm here to donate money." Zhangsun Minzhi smiled indifferently.”
Gao Ling 'er was stunned at first, then she handed the spoon of porridge to the servant. Then Zhangsun Minzhi came to the side to register.
"This is eight hundred wen."
Zhangsun Minzhi took out a string of money and placed it on the table.
At this moment, Gao Linger, who had been sizing him up for a long time, finally said tactfully," Young Master, why don't you use this money yourself? The price of rice in Chang 'an City has risen these days."
It turned out that when she saw Zhangsun Minzhi wearing coarse linen clothes, she thought that his life was not rich. This 800 wen was probably all his property.
This was really a fool who donated all his assets.
However, Gao Ling 'er couldn't accept it. The porridge shop didn't lack 800 wen, but this youth did.
Zhangsun Minzhi smiled." Money is just a material possession. The north is in chaos now, and refugees are everywhere." As the saying goes, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man. I, Zhangsun Minzhi, will do my best.”
Gao Ling 'er muttered,"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man." If everyone was like Young Master, walking the path of the Great Dao, the world was for the public, and they donated a little money, how could there be refugees in the world? Where is the war?"
This sentence was really incisive.
If the well-off families in Chang 'an City took out their money and donated it to the Imperial Court and the Ministry of War.
The soldiers of the Great Tang were all clad in Mingguang armor and armed with swords and sabers, so why should they worry about not being able to drive out the Turks?
When the Turks retreated, the refugees could return to their homes to farm.
Now that the Turks were invading, it was a foreign invasion. This concerned the prosperity and destruction of the Central Plains, and every citizen had an unshirkable responsibility.
However, facing the northern refugees outside the city, very few people lent a helping hand.
Gao Ling 'er smiled bitterly. She remembered that she had gone to the prestigious families in the city to collect money for disaster relief two days ago, but none of them had come out.
These aristocratic families were not even comparable to the Zhangsun young master in front of him.
Zhangsun Minzhi's expression turned cold when he heard this. He looked at the black mass of refugees and said to Gao Linger,
"Disaster relief is not the solution. We still have to solve the problem of their settlement at the root.”
Gao Ling 'er smiled bitterly." How could I not know? But if I don't give them porridge, I'm afraid they will starve to death in batches."”
"Sigh! The north was occupied by the Turks, and the refugees had no home to return to. The Imperial Court did not know what to do.”
Zhangsun Minzhi felt a chill in his heart. He finally understood the attitude of the court officials.
If hundreds of thousands of refugees were placed in Chang 'an, it would be like setting a time bomb in the city.
If the refugees were arranged to live in nearby villages, it would probably cause dissatisfaction among the local people of Chang 'an.
Therefore, the imperial court decided to starve these refugees to death.
Zhangsun Minzhi remembered his own system. There was a genetic system in it that could help them rebuild their homes.
"I have a way to let them support themselves and settle them down. It just takes some time.”
Gao Ling 'er's eyes flashed with suspicion. Even the imperial court couldn't solve this problem.
"But I still need your Gao family's porridge shop to provide porridge for a while longer," Zhangsun Minzhi muttered.”
Suddenly, Gao Ling 'er's face turned red, and she could not bring herself to say,
"Ai, to be honest with Young Master, my father was strongly opposed to this disaster relief. I begged him in every possible way before he gave me three thousand strings of money.”
Zhangsun Minzhi only felt that it was a little troublesome after hearing it. The Gao family's porridge shop had no money and no food. Who knew how many people would die?
be short of food
He immediately asked the system in his mind,""System, how many Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles can I exchange for 1,000 points?”
The system was shocked. Points were extremely precious. Why did you exchange for so many garbage instant noodles? You might as well exchange for Miss Xi Shi to warm your bed and wash your clothes.”
Zhangsun Minzhi:
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