The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 73 Private Visit on Weibo
Dozens of carts of grain were given to Cui Weihua, but Yue Wenxuan had no idea whether the grain could reach the hands of the people.

Last night, before bed, he was scrolling through Douyin for a while and came across a video where netizens donated 70 yuan to a boy, but he only received 500 yuan. (This news seems to be a rumor, so don't believe it. The protagonist just saw it and it reminded him to pay attention to this issue.)
This is fucking bullshit!

So, as soon as he got up early the next morning, Yue Wenxuan began to think about "how to monitor the charitable donations he made."

Send someone to keep an eye on it? Unreliable!

The best way is to experience it yourself.

Glancing across his toy cabinet, he immediately spotted a figurine of a famous character: Stephen Chow's version of The Legend of the Drunken Master.

I don't know if this character can be included.

Anyway, give it a try.

Pick up the Su Qier figurine and put it in the sandbox...

Huh?
It went in successfully!

Yue Wenxuan was overjoyed and quickly ordered: "Perform a set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Su Qier figurine: “???”

The figure actually disobeyed the order and even showed a confused expression.

Yue Wenxuan felt something was amiss and quickly possessed the figurine to gain its abilities. He immediately understood that this Su Qier was just like Hou Yi the last time. His "surreal" aspects had been "purified" by the sand table, leaving only his common sense.

The common sense version of Su Qi'er is actually not a historical figure, but a "folk legend figure". His original name was Su Can, a native of Guangdong, and the 52nd generation leader of the Beggars' Sect. He did not know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at all, and could only perform drunken boxing, so he was also called Drunken Fist Su Qi'er.

This is the first time that Yue Wenxuan summoned a "non-historical character". Su Qier is a character that only exists in folk legends and has no reliable historical records. The fact that he can be used successfully shows that the sandbox does not prohibit the use of fictional characters, but the character's abilities must conform to "common sense", or at least be physically tenable.

Yue Wenxuan ruffled Su Qier's hair, held a broken wooden bowl in his left hand, and a crutch in his right hand, and walked slowly to the county town...

As soon as I arrived at the county gate, I saw a newly recruited yamen runner shouting at the gate: "The county magistrate has ordered that the official grain shop will start selling grain from today, starting from now on, starting to sell grain..."

A large crowd of people, from all walks of life, had gathered around him. Taking advantage of the pauses between the yamen runner's shouts, someone hurriedly asked, "How much is a bushel of grain?"

The yamen runner laughed and said, "100 wen a dou!"

At that time, the price of grain in Shandong Province had risen to 350 wen per dou of millet, which was extremely expensive. When the common people heard the price of "100 wen per dou" from the yamen runners, they wondered if they had lost their hearing.

Everyone had a strange look on their face.

The yamen runner said, "You heard right, it's 100 wen per dou. Stop hanging around me and go to the official shop to buy it. By the way, each household is only allowed to buy one dou this time, no more."

Upon hearing this, Yue Wenxuan secretly praised: "Purchase restrictions! Very clever! If there were no purchase restrictions on the dozen or so cartloads of grain I delivered, the wealthy would have devoured them all, then jacked up the prices and sold them, leaving ordinary people without enough to eat. The county magistrate, Cui Weihua, was quite clever in this regard. But how will you enforce this purchase restriction policy? How can we prevent those who queue up to buy grain, then walk around, change clothes, and come back to buy more?
Just as he was thinking this, he heard the yamen runner shout, "Go home and find your household registration. Only with it can you make the purchase. Every bushel of grain purchased must be registered in the register, to prevent cunning people from changing clothes and making another purchase."

Yue Wenxuan secretly praised: "Good idea! Cui Weihua can do it."

By this time, many people had already hurried away, returning home to get their household registrations to buy grain, fearing that if they were too slow, the grain would be sold out. Yue Wenxuan slowly walked up to the yamen runner and asked, "What should I do if I don't have a household registration?"

The yamen runner turned around to look at him. He saw a beggar, dressed in rags, speaking with a non-local accent. It was difficult to understand what he said. He couldn't help but show his disdain: "Look at how you are dressed. Even if you have a household registration, you don't have the money to buy one."

Yue Wenxuan: "What you said makes a lot of sense. I'm speechless."

Yamen runner: "If you don't have money to buy food, go to the square in front of the yamen. There's a stall there that gives out free porridge. It's just that they deliberately mix some sand into the porridge. Don't blame me for not warning you, it's not tasty."

Yue Wenxuan understood immediately. The free porridge was deliberately mixed with sand to make it difficult to swallow, in order to prevent people who were not short of money from taking advantage of it, leaving those who were really starving to death with no porridge to eat.

We must plug the loopholes through institutional construction rather than using morality.

Yue Wenxuan's impression of Cui Weihua began to rise. The last time he met this county magistrate, he didn't feel that he had any outstanding qualities and thought he was just an ordinary scum. Now it seems that he does have some skills in the aspect of "internal affairs".

There is no shortage of capable fighters in the rebel army, but what is lacking is people like Cui Weihua.

Take advantage of the next attack by the Jin army to lure him into the rebel army.

Yue Wenxuan walked into the city and headed towards the soup kitchen...

We passed through several streets along the way, and there were yamen runners shouting the same words on the streets, announcing the sale of government grain and free porridge.

The people in the city hurried to the grain shop with their household registration documents.

From time to time, someone brushed past Yue Wenxuan...

A father and son, dressed like scholars, were also there to buy grain. The father was about forty or fifty years old, and the son looked to be around twenty. They were holding grain bags and chatting quietly as they walked: "Dad, how come the government suddenly has affordable grain for sale?"

"I heard that it was the great benefactor Yue who lived in seclusion in Mount Laoshan who sent a large amount of food to the county town, and more food will be delivered later."

"That's strange. Why haven't I heard of any wealthy family with the surname Yue on Mount Laoshan before?"

"Hush!" The father lowered his voice noticeably. "The county magistrate is from out of town and doesn't know the situation in Jimo County. Ordinary people are short-sighted and don't know how many wealthy families there are in the county. But those of us who have read and seen a little bit know that there is no such thing as the kind-hearted Yue in Laoshan. Just keep this in your mind, but don't make it public. If too many people know, the grain will be gone."

"Ah?" The son was startled. "Who could this kind-hearted Yue be?"

My father whispered, "Mountain spirits, ghosts, foxes, and monsters wouldn't be so kind as to send us food. Only the gods can do it."

Son: "Father, I don't talk about strange things!"

Father: "You can recite the Analects of Confucius, Shu Er, by heart... but you haven't met the kind-hearted Yue. I saw him yesterday at the city gate. His skin was as smooth as jade, and he looked not like a mortal. Every gesture he made exuded an air of transcendence. He must be an immortal. But since he doesn't admit to being an immortal, we have to pretend we don't know. Otherwise, he'll be pissed and won't send us any more food."

son:"!!!"

(End of this chapter)