The happy life of a prodigal

But then he felt a little distressed, and murmured: "Hao'er is Master's disciple and sister's younger brother, so what is Master's sister?"

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback, and then, with a smile on his face, he rubbed Zhao Hao's little head and said, "Don't think about those messy things, I will take you out for a stroll as a teacher..."

"Okay, master, this disciple hasn't visited the capital yet."

Hearing that he could go out to play, Zhao Hao seldom behaved like a child, with excitement on his face, and shouted excitedly.

Seeing him like this, Fang Xiu inexplicably felt a lot more relaxed.

After all... a child.

............

Hearing that the young master wanted to help the poor people, Bai Xiaochun was stunned, his first reaction was that the young master had a brain disorder.

The second reaction is to ask a doctor.

But after thinking about it, the so-called helping the poor people is nothing more than giving a handout of porridge, which doesn't cost much money. If the young master wants to do it, he can't stop it himself, and there is no need to stop it.

If this is the case, why would you hire a doctor? Maybe it will cost you more money than giving out porridge. Moreover, the young master may not be willing, maybe you will beat yourself up instead.

This kind of thankless thing is only done by a fool.

Therefore, he put down what he was doing, went to the cashier to get the money, borrowed a cook from Chunfeng Building, and started to arrange according to the young master's instructions.

The place where the porridge was given was in the north of the city, which was not as prosperous as the south of the city, and naturally there were more poor people.

The young master said that since he wanted to do good deeds, he had to do them beautifully, at least not to make people feel like he was joking.

Anyway, in a word, be sincere!

Of course, the most important thing is...do it beautifully!

Therefore, I accompanied Mr. Zhao to the vicinity of the palace to deliver the letter, and went to the south of the city early in the morning to make arrangements.

In just an hour, more than a dozen sheds were built in an open space in the north of the city.

There is an iron pot under each shed, and porridge is boiled in the iron pot.

This porridge was no different from the porridge that the imperial court used to help the victims. It was filled with real millet, even mixed with white rice and green vegetables.

This time, the so-called relief of the poor people was spent, and nearly 500 taels of food were bought.

In addition, the news was released early that Mr. Fang was going to help the poor people in the north of the city.

Anyone can take a bowl and come here to get porridge. For a whole day, anyone who comes here is welcome...

All of a sudden, the people who got the news were all grateful for Mr. Fang's kindness.

But many people thought hard for a long time, but they couldn't figure out what good deeds this Mr. Fang had done before.

In the end, I can only sigh in my heart: Mr. Fang is also a good person...

This is just Fangxiu. If it were someone else, it would be absolutely impossible to add the word 'also counted'.

The next day, early in the morning, Xiu'er went into the house to change Fang Xiu's clothes.

Fang Xiu fell asleep a little dazedly, and asked in a daze, "Why is it so early today?"

Xiu'er was a little surprised, and replied: "Master, it was you who asked the servants to come earlier, and said that they would take the disciples to the north of the city to help the poor people, have you forgotten?"

Only then did Fang Xiu come back to his senses, and nodded: "Yes... yes, it is to help the common people, where is Hao'er?"

Xiu'er's expression was a bit strange, and she replied, "Young Master Zhao is waiting for you at the door..."

Fang Xiu was a little ashamed.

My apprentice, but a half-grown child, actually got up earlier than me, really...

All of a sudden, Fang Xiu regained consciousness a lot, smiled, and said, "Mr. Zhao is too awkward to be called. From now on, you will call him Hao'er just like me."

Xiu'er lowered her head and said in a low voice: "The servant is a servant, since Mr. Zhao is the young master's apprentice, he is a nobleman..."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu was a little unhappy.

A child, the people in the mansion, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, yelled, it was really awkward for him to hear.

So he put on a straight face and said, "After that, are you going to call my young master... Mr. Fang?"

Xiu'er was startled: "Master..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Fang Xiu: "Okay, it's just a title, this matter is settled like this, I will tell Hao'er later, you don't want to talk about Mr. Zhao again in the future."

Xiu'er couldn't resist Fang Xiu, so she nodded obediently and said in a low voice, "Yes, young master."

Fang Xiu smiled, pinched Xiu'er's ears, and walked out of the room.

Sure enough, a small figure stood upright in the middle of the courtyard, looking a bit like Chengmen Lixue.

Fang Xiu stepped forward, looked at that immature face, and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

When Zhao Hao saw his master, he was a little confused at first, but he immediately became more energetic, and said with a smile, "I just got up, so I didn't wait long."

This kid...sometimes, he really doesn't act like a kid.

Fang Xiu smiled and said, "I told you, I will show you around the capital. Now that you are ready, let's go."

Zhao Hao's face showed excitement, and he shouted excitedly: "Yes, Master!"

Outside the Fang mansion, there have been carriages waiting for a long time.

Fang Xiu stepped into the carriage, and Zhao Hao followed behind.

After the two sat firmly, the carriage began to drive slowly towards the north of the city.

Along the way, many people who got up early and worked hard saw the carriage with surprise on their faces.

What those people in Fangfu said... turned out to be true!

Chapter 1 Fifteen Shocking

So, the refugees begging along the street and the children playing around at home all took their bowls and followed the carriage to the north of the city.

Suddenly, hundreds of people gathered.

When the carriage stopped, Fang Xiu took Zhao Hao out of the carriage, and the open space in front of him was already crowded with people.

The crowd was crowded and noisy, and the servants in Fangfu's uniforms were maintaining order. When they saw the carriage, they put down their work and saluted Fangxiu.

Fang Xiu waved his hand, signaling to ignore him, and then told Bai Xiaochun who was already beside him: "Let's get started..."

"Yes, sir."

Bai Xiaochun responded, then waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Start!"

When the boys heard the voice of the little manager, they lifted the lid of the iron pot together, and the rich aroma of porridge filled the entire north of the city in an instant, and could be smelled even hundreds of meters away.

Those elderly beggars who were holding a bowl in one hand and leaning on a crutch in the other, smelled the smell, their cloudy eyes instantly cleared up a lot, they threw away their crutches, and scrambled forward.

However, after all, he was old and his strength was not as good as those young refugees, so he was squeezed behind him.

In an instant, there were shouts and curses one after another.

Someone snatched the porridge, but before he had time to take a sip, he was snatched away by a strong man.

Of course, physical strength is only relative.

Most of these refugees came from disasters in their hometowns, and they really couldn't survive, so they decided to leave their hometowns and begged along the way, hoping to find a way to survive in the capital.

When they arrived in the capital, they found that the capital government did not allow them to enter the city at all, and they could only look at the city and sigh.

Some people have gone through untold hardships, whether by stealing or robbing, found their way, entered the city, and found that without any skills, even in the most affluent capital of Chu State, it is difficult to find a way to survive.

It is so difficult to survive, the so-called strong, how strong can be, is nothing more than a little more human than those old beggars who are dying.

Just this kind of human appearance disappeared completely under the temptation of porridge.

Zhao Hao followed Fang Xiu, seeing this scene, his bright eyes dimmed a lot.

Puzzle, doubt and sympathy were written on her small face.

He didn't understand, but it was just a bowl of porridge. Normally, when servants brought it up and put it in front of him, he didn't even bother to look at it.

Why did it become something that so many people wanted to fight for even if they were bloody?

Apparently, the chaotic situation in front of him for a bowl of porridge caused a great shock to his young mind.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xiu also felt a little emotional.

If the body I passed through was not the son of Anping Bo's family, but a refugee who suffered a disaster like them, with no clothes and no food, what would my fate be like?

Of course, this idea only appeared in his mind for a moment, and then he left it behind.

There are not so many ifs in the world.

Even if you really time travel and become a refugee, as long as you can survive.

With his modern knowledge, although he may not be able to be promoted to a noble, crowned a king and worshiped a minister, he will become a small landlord and live a happy life.

Come to think of it, the problem is still not big.

As time passed, the situation in front of me became more and more chaotic.

For a bowl of porridge, countless refugees scrambled and scuffled together, for fear that they would be slow, and when it was their turn, they would be gone.

Someone snatched the porridge, and was beaten badly, and the hot porridge that had just been cooked was spilled on the ground, so he had to stay where he was, crying and crying.

Some people wailed twice, turned their grief and anger into strength, rushed up again, and scuffled with others.

It was a vicious circle, only the person who won the fight and could stand at the end could drink the porridge.

Fang Xiu sighed.

As a master of history, I have naturally studied countless boring and boring ancient books.

When I read some local chronicles, I can always see a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a certain disaster occurred in a certain place, and the people were in dire straits.

If there is more, it is nothing more than adding a sentence that the people are hungry and eat when they change their children.

These, when writing in black and white, I don't feel anything, but seeing it with my own eyes, it is a completely different feeling.

Of course, although the state of Chu in front of us is not at the point where the people have to change their sons to eat, but in a rich place like Gyeonggi, there are still so many refugees who can't eat enough.

Then, what is the situation like in the southwest and northwest, which are thousands of miles away from the capital, when they are hit by disasters.

Fang Xiu couldn't bear to think about it any longer. Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene in front of him, he waved his hands.

Beside him, Bai Xiaochun immediately understood and winked at the guards of the Fang Mansion who had been waiting for a long time.

The guards rushed forward with sticks, iron rods, etc., and separated the troubled refugees one by one.

With the intervention of Fangfu guards, the situation has improved a lot.

The refugees who had been beaten suffered so much that they naturally did not dare to rob again, and they lined up obediently one by one.

Those old, weak, sick and disabled who received the porridge, regardless of the heat, finished it immediately, followed behind, and continued to line up.

There were also people who, after drinking the porridge, burst into tears with excitement, knelt on the ground, muttering words, thanking Mr. Fang whom they had never met before.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he ignored it.

No matter what, what I promised Zhao Yi was accomplished.

back home...

The smoothie has been made, just in time to try some new flavors while the weather is still warm.

Zhao Hao stopped where he was, staring blankly at the countless people in front of him who received the porridge, and looked grateful.

For a long time, he seemed to be in a daze, just watching like this, until Fang Xiu called him, he seemed to come back to his senses, and got on the carriage in a daze.

Only then did Fang Xiu remember that he said earlier that he would take him around the capital, so he told the driver: "Don't go back to the mansion, go to the south of the city..."

As soon as the words fell, a respectful 'yes' came from outside the carriage.

Zhao Hao sat in the carriage, but he didn't show even the slightest surprise or excitement.

Seeing him like this, Fang Xiu couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

After all, he was just a child, and he was still a noble son who grew up in a greenhouse. He had countless beautiful fantasies about this world, and all he saw was the scene of singing and dancing. It might be quite exciting to see this scene at first glance.

Fang Xiu opened his mouth, and was about to comfort him when Zhao Hao said, "Master, how can we make everyone in the world have clothes to wear and porridge to drink?"

Fang Xiu didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was slightly taken aback, for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Let everyone in the world have clothes to wear and porridge to drink...