The huge Zheng Manor only donated 1,000 catties of food?
If this was any other time, Wei Zheng would definitely reprimand him.
But now, Wei Zheng was too lazy to say anything. He thought that the other party would definitely regret it!
The man surnamed Zheng watched Wei Zheng leave angrily and even hypocritically instructed behind his back.
"Men, quickly prepare a thousand catties of food and let Lord Wei bring it back to help the victims…"
Hearing this, the anger in Wei Zheng's heart soared a lot, and his body trembled a few times as he left.
After Wei Zheng left, Master Zheng snorted with disdain.
"What the hell? Do you really think I'm a fool?”
The steward who sent Wei Zheng off quickly walked into the main room and reported.
"Old Master, we have already taken out a thousand catties of grain from the warehouse. Lord Wei said that he has accepted it!”
Hearing this, the disdain in the Zheng family's head's eyes intensified.
"I think he's really poor. He's even interested in a thousand catties of grain.”
"Go and follow him now. See who he visits next and how much relief food they donate…"
The manager left.
On the other side, Wei Zheng came to another mansion. The family head was a descendant of the Cui family of Boling. Although he was only a collateral relative, his status was still prominent and his reputation was quite high.
Although Wei Zheng had suffered in the Zheng Manor, he was still amiable when he came to visit the Cui Manor.
The steward who followed closely behind saw Wei Zheng walk into Cui Manor and waited outside.
It was different from what he had expected. Not long after, Wei Zheng came out of the mansion, and he was personally sent off by the head of the Cui family.
Looking at the two of them, it could be said that they were having a good chat!
"Master Cui, please wait. I'll take my leave!”
"Lord Wei often comes here. I will send my servants to transport the 50,000 dans of grain outside the city to check!”
Wei Zheng and the head of the Cui family cupped their hands and left.
When Wei Zheng left in the sedan chair, the head of the Cui family was still instructing the servants to transport the food…
Not far away, the Zheng Manor's steward was stunned!
What kind of concept was 50,000 dans of grain?
Ordinary nobles could not afford to take out so much food. Only the descendants of the Cui family, who had a deep foundation, could afford to do so.
However, this 50,000 dans of grain was not a small amount. Why would the other party be so generous?
The Zheng Manor's steward could not understand. If he had not heard the other party's instructions with his own ears, he would have thought that he was dreaming!
The Zheng Manor's steward did not delay and continued to follow behind Wei Zheng's sedan chair.
Soon, Wei Zheng visited the residences of the descendants of the major families in Chang 'an, including many rising gentry. As long as they had money and food, Wei Zheng would visit them one by one.
By the time the sky darkened, Wei Zheng had already visited more than 30 mansions!
The amount of relief food raised had reached 500,000 dan!
This amount of food was enough to support the people affected by the disaster for several months. Even if it covered the disaster victims of Hedong Road, it was still more than enough.
After all, these rations were only for emergencies. When the rations from the various prefectures in the south arrived, the crisis would naturally be resolved.
The Zheng Manor's steward followed behind Wei Zheng's sedan chair and wandered around for an entire day. He felt that his understanding was about to be subverted!
He didn't understand why those family heads were so respectful and donated food, and the amount was even higher than the previous one!
Were these people crazy?
The Zheng Family Head had the same thought!
When he heard this news from the steward, he had suspected that his steward was crazy.
"How is this possible?"
" Cui Clan has 50,000 dans of grain, Wang Clan has 60,000 dans of grain, Liu Clan has 10,000 dans of grain, Xu Clan…"
Patriarch Zheng suddenly felt uneasy. He felt that something must have happened that he did not know about.
" Congratulations, clan head. Good news…"
Another steward jogged over, his face full of joy.
The Zheng Family Head raised his eyebrows and asked the manager.
"What good news?"
The manager said in one breath.
" Reporting to the family head, I have just received news that Lord Wei Zheng will invite a master craftsman to carve a monument on the official road outside Chang 'an City to collect relief food…"
"The names of the clan heads who donate money and grain can be ranked on the rankings. The order will also be ranked according to the amount of money and grain donated by each clan…"
As soon as the steward finished speaking, the Zheng Family Head's eyes widened and his face turned pale.
He seemed to suddenly understand why the other families were so generous in donating so much food…
"You call this good news?"
The Zheng Family Head instantly exploded.
The steward's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at his family head in a daze, somewhat confused.
Wouldn't it be a good thing to engrave a monument on the rankings and sing praises?
Soon, the manager also realized that something was wrong.
The ranking on the stone tablet was arranged according to the amount of money and food donated, and their family head had only donated 1,000 catties of food…
It seemed that it was not Wei Zheng who had gone crazy from poverty, but the Zheng Manor.
The Zheng Clan's Patriarch was momentarily dazed, and he only felt his head buzzing!
If he was really engraved with a thousand catties of grain on the Merit Remembrance Stele, the reputation of the Zheng family of Xingyang would be ruined by him alone!
It might take hundreds of years to build up a family's reputation, but it was very easy to destroy it.
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