After becoming a widow, I became the mother of seven children

After Xiao Mochen rested for a few days, his wound was almost healed.

But the stitch-sewn wound on my arm left an ugly scar, like a centipede, that would never go away.

However, Xiao Mochen didn't care, but was a little happy. After all, it was sewed by her aunt herself, and others didn't have this honor.

In addition, he planned to go to the north in person to deliver the batch of grain that Li Xiangping bought.

According to his calculations, if there is no more food, the northern army may not be able to sustain it for long.

But how was he going to talk to Yan Qingqing about this? He was afraid that his aunt would disapprove.

Yan Qingqing is also busy here without even touching the ground.

In the past few days, he has been busy with Ling Ziyuan, not only to win over the wealthy businessmen in the city, but also to ask them to donate money and materials.

We also need to mobilize those victims to be self-reliant and let them do everything they can.

Of course, there are also some cunning disaster victims who always want to get something for nothing, enjoy the gains, and even bully men and women.

Yan Qingqing has always attracted people's attention.

On this day, Yan Qingqing and Ling Ziyuan sent them another batch of supplies.

The officers and soldiers who had taken over had not yet finished counting. One of them shouted: "You are the parents of the common people. Just don't let us enter the city, and you don't care about the things we have."

The shacks where we sleep now are built by ourselves, and we have to cut firewood from the mountains in exchange for money.

Is this how you treat refugees? "

Yan Qingqing looked at him and asked: "Then how do you think we should treat you?"

Seeing that Yan Qingqing was a woman, the man said disdainfully: "Of course, let us go into the city and give us a place to live. After this winter, we will be given some houses and fields so that we can live and settle down.

If there is a good girl, she can also be my mother-in-law. But I can’t get the money for the betrothal gift for the time being. "

Yan Qingqing felt like he was hearing a joke. He was not a refugee, he was here to be an uncle.

Yan Qingqing was not used to him and said: "You are refugees by nature. I help you because we are fellow Dayan compatriots.

Magistrate Ling is the parent official of Chengyang County, and he is most responsible for the people of Chengyang County. The reason for not letting you enter the city is for the safety of the people in the city. This is his responsibility.

Placing you outside the city and giving you food and drink, even clothes, quilts, and medicine, this is his moral obligation as an official of the imperial court.

How can you have the nerve to say such a thing to such a kind and caring official?

If you feel uncomfortable staying outside Chengyang County, you can go somewhere else! We will never stop you! "

The man was speechless as Yan Qingqing spoke. Of course, not all victims were unreasonable.

In fact, they knew in their hearts that the government had taken special care of them.

Not only does he have a place to live, but he also has porridge every meal, which at least fills his stomach.

Moreover, the government would send people to cook several large pots of soup every day. Where else can you get such good treatment?

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or if the drugs are working.

Many people who were sick gradually got better.

Therefore, everyone was not so panicked, and some even suspected that they did not have the plague at all.

In fact, Yan Qingqing thought so too. According to her observations over the past few days, although many people had fevers and coughs and were highly contagious, not many people died.

This disease is more like some infectious viral colds that were popular in previous lives.

But it won't kill people easily.

It’s just that the medical conditions in ancient times were too poor. Some sick people did not receive timely treatment, and because they were hungry, cold, and panicked, they died if they could not resist.

So everyone suddenly panicked and said it was a plague. Of course, it was more likely to be deliberately guided by someone with a caring heart.

At this time, another person questioned: "Then he is the county magistrate, we can't say.

Who are you? Why are you dictating to us?

When this big man is talking, there is no place for a woman like you to interrupt. "

Before the man could finish speaking, his knees suddenly felt weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Mu Xi suddenly appeared next to Yan Qingqing holding a sword.

Yan Qingqing looked at this man with cold eyes. She was sure that he was not a refugee at all, but was here to cause trouble.

This time, before Yan Qingqing could speak, Ling Ziyuan said: "I'm here to tell you why she can interrupt.

Because she is a Ming Zhaoshuo person conferred by the emperor.

Now all the porridge provided by the government was donated by people from Ming Zhaoshuo.

How much food do you think the government can have in stock to support thousands of disaster victims like you?

It is because Ming Zhaoshuo people spent all their wealth that you can survive today.

We don't ask you to be grateful, but your attitude is really hurtful.

Our temple in Chengyang County is small and cannot accommodate giant Buddhas like you.

Go and make a living elsewhere. "

After Ling Ziyuan finished speaking, he told the officers and soldiers who were counting the supplies to stop working and just take these things back to the city later.

Now the real victims were panicking. How many of their companions had died to finally find such a place. If they were driven away, it would not be a dead end.

I don’t know who knelt down first and begged not to drive them away, but to give them a way to live, and then they knelt down for a while.

But Yan Qingqing and Ling Ziyuan were not moved at all, they just wanted to teach these people a lesson.

As a human being, you must always know how to be grateful, and you cannot take the kindness of others for granted.

Seeing that Yan Qingqing and Ling Ziyuan had no intention of relenting, one of the elders said: "Ming Zhaoshuo, Lord Ling, they are not victims of the disaster at all.

You can't ignore our lives just because of a few of them. "

Several of them had panicked looks on their faces when they heard this, and Yan Qingqing remembered them all in mind.

Yan Qingqing looked at the old man who spoke and asked, "I don't know why this old man said this? You can't ignore the friendship of fellow countrymen just to stay for yourself, right?"

The old man replied: "I am telling the truth, they only joined us later.

Moreover, they work together and often bully men and dominate women. We are all afraid of them and we usually don’t dare to resist. "

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Yan Qingqing vaguely heard the soft sobbing of several women. What else did Yan Qingqing not understand?

Yan Qingqing hated this kind of person the most in his life.

But then the old man's words convinced her that the whole thing was a conspiracy, and perhaps there was no plague at all.

The old man calmed down and said: "Once, I heard them muttering and discussing how to get us to the county town to cause panic among everyone.

They have some secret recipe in their hands, and they say it will be a great achievement to reveal it when the time comes.

But the old man and I were sick at the time and didn't hear very clearly. "

Yan Qingqing and Ling Ziyuan glanced at each other, and then looked at a few people.

Those few people were guilty of being thieves and ran away.

But how could they run away with Mu Xi here?

After a while, Mu Xi grabbed them all and threw them on the floor.