After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

County Magistrate Cao was so upset, but he dared not speak out. What did Shen Nanzhi mean by this? Was he threatening an official of the imperial court?

Where does she get such courage?

There was a smile in Shen Huai'en's eyes. It had to be Nan Zhi. He was scolding the county magistrate like he was scolding his grandson. He deserved it!

It takes evil to deal with evil. County Magistrate Cao had no idea what to do, so he called his lawyer and said, "Tell Miss Shen how much money and grain we have in the county treasury. It seems like I have lied to her."

Master Mao didn't expect her to intervene in this matter, and said, "Miss Shen, it's not that the Lord doesn't want to provide disaster relief, it's just that the treasury is so empty that rats can escape.

It’s just the end of autumn, and the taxes and grain have all been sent to the higher authorities. We have to wait for the court to distribute the money and grain. A good cook cannot cook without rice. Miss Shen is kind-hearted, and our master doesn’t want to be an incompetent official. "

Shen Nanzhi was unmoved: "The idea is invented by people. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? The government treasury has no money and grain, but doesn't your county magistrate have any in his private treasury?

The landlords and gentry in the county should raise funds. Those who have money can donate money, and those who don't can donate people. If you can save as many people as possible, show your attitude. Will the court not see your kindness?"

Magistrate Cao wanted to cry, "To be honest, my private vault has been robbed, and I don't know how to survive."

"It was stolen? Who did it? Didn't you send anyone to investigate?"

She hasn't heard any news at all. Could it be that Magistrate Cao said this on purpose because he doesn't want to pay?

Magistrate Cao complained: "It was that little bitch, Aunt Xia. I was so kind to her, but she stole my private vault and ran away secretly. She has no conscience, a black widow, an ungrateful person!"

"Aunt Xia?"

Shen Nanzhi was so surprised. What on earth had happened? Aunt Xia dumped County Magistrate Cao and just ran away like that?

The woman who came out of the bandits' den was indeed extraordinary.

Seeing how miserable he was, Shen Nanzhi actually wanted to laugh. He deserved it!

If he had not coveted her beauty and let her go earlier, there would not be this disaster today.

"Mr. Cao, please accept my condolences. Wild flowers on the roadside should not be picked. This lesson should be learned. Don't mention such embarrassing things again. Gather the gentry and wealthy households to raise money and grain first. Let's get started.

Tell them that if they don’t help now, there will be more and more disaster victims, they will have no way to survive, and they will lose their property. Saving the disaster victims is also saving themselves.”

County Magistrate Cao swept away his decadent attitude, and had no choice but to do it. "Okay, Master, call everyone to come to work, and invite the gentry and wealthy families to have tea. Anyone who does not come will bear the consequences."

Generally speaking, when faced with natural disasters or man-made disasters, these people will bleed a little. This is basic practice.

Magistrate Cao was heartbroken because his family was stolen by Concubine Xia, and he also felt that he had given his love to the wrong person, so he didn't want to do anything.

Now that the private treasury is gone, you'd better concentrate on your work. If you perform meritorious service, you might be able to get a promotion.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Nanzhi asked, "How many places nearby have been hit by the disaster? Does Lord Cao know?"

"I'll have to ask about this, but it's snowing so heavily here. It's even colder to the north than here. I'm afraid the area affected by the disaster will not be small."

Magistrate Cao was worried, and it would be even more difficult to expect disaster relief from the court. What the girl said was right: they had to save themselves.

Shen Nanzhi said: "I will donate 10,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, 5,000 kilograms of potatoes, and 5,000 kilograms of corn to build a porridge shed first, so that people won't freeze to death."

"Okay, Miss Shen, you are so righteous. I will report your contribution to the court."

"Say something nice to me, maybe I'll donate. It would be best if the emperor could write a plaque for me, or give me the title of the best citizen or something like that."

Magistrate Cao: "Then you have to increase your donation tenfold. I also want the emperor's calligraphy."

As soon as the girl praised her for her kindness, she started to think about it.

Not long after, the gentry and wealthy people came over one after another, all shivering with cold. They also expected that Magistrate Cao would open his mouth, and were ready to bleed. After all, this happened every year.

There are either floods in the summer, droughts in the autumn, snow disasters in the winter, or even locust plagues. In any case, there is always a disaster every year. There are not many years with good weather and good harvests.

"Hello, Lord Cao."

"Oh, God doesn't want us to live. It snowed so heavily that it's going to bury us. This winter is such a torture."

"Who said it wasn't? It snowed when it was said to snow. I almost froze to death in the night. Fortunately, my concubine is young and woke me up."

"Oh my, Shopkeeper Li, you are so lucky!"

"Cough cough..."

Shen Nanzhi coughed twice and went off topic. This Shopkeeper Li is over fifty years old, how can he still be so shameless?

Shopkeeper Li blushed, forgetting that there was a girl here. "Miss Shen is here too, you are here to help with the disaster, right?"

"Well, I have donated 20,000 taels of grain. How much do you plan to donate?"

Everyone gasped, "So many?"

"But it's no wonder. I heard that your village had a bumper harvest of grain, with an output of over a thousand kilograms per mu. It seems that the rumors are true."

Everyone was jealous and some looked at her as if she was stupid. Why did she reveal her cards?

Don't show off your wealth, otherwise it will attract thieves.

Shen Nanzhi seemed to be unaware of it and continued, "You are all prominent figures in this county. Our hometown has suffered a disaster, and it is time for you to contribute money and manpower.

Of course, your money and food don’t fall from the sky. You have a whole family to support.

County Magistrate Cao is a good official. I will set an example and fully support Lord Cao. If everyone donates money and grain today, I will provide you with your sweet potato and corn seeds at the price of five cents per pound next year, so that you can also have a good harvest and have more food than you can eat. "

Everyone's eyes lit up even brighter. You know, it cost fifty cents to buy seeds from their village before, but now it only costs five cents. Miss Shen is so righteous!

Mr. Song said first: "Ms. Shen is a woman, but she has such a broad mind and bearing. We can't be stingy. I donated 10,000 kilograms of grain, but it's just old grain. Don't despise it, County Magistrate."

"No, as long as it's food, it's fine. At this time, who would be picky about old food or new food?"

Magistrate Cao was very happy. He now had 30,000 kilograms of grain, which was enough to last for a while. It was a good start.

Mr. Xie followed up by saying, "My Xie family doesn't have much grain. We used it all to make wine. We can only give out 5,000 kilograms of grain, but I will give you an extra 1,000 kilograms of charcoal to help the victims keep warm."

"Okay, thank you for your thoughtful consideration, sir."

Magistrate Cao praised him and looked at the other people. They were able to donate so much, so there was no need to worry about not being able to provide disaster relief.

Magistrate Cao has already seen the imperial edict of commendation from the court, and Miss Shen wishes him good luck.

Mr. Zhu said, "I don't have much food at home, I will donate 5,000 kilograms."

"Well, Master Zhu has done his best, and I thank you very much. Mr. Li, how about you? Your family runs a grain store, and it's time for you to contribute."

Mr. Li is the concubine mentioned earlier. His face is so thin that his cheekbones can be seen. He looks a bit mean and said with a bitter face: "My Lord County Magistrate, you don't know that I rely on this little food to support my family. This is my business, and all my property is invested in it.

I can only donate 1,000 kilograms of old rice, I really don’t have any more.”

Shen Nanzhi narrowed his eyes. This old man wanted to make a fortune from the national disaster!

Mr. Zhao, who runs a silver shop, also cried poor: "I am a small business, I can only donate 500 kilograms, which is all saved by tightening the belt at home."

The silk shop owner also said: "My shop belongs to the boss. I am just an employee and I have no say. I will donate 100 kilograms personally."

The owner of the inn, Xu Dongjia, said, "It's snowing so hard that I can't do business. I don't even have anything to eat. I really can't do anything. So, my servants will come to help. Please forgive me, sir."

When it came to the last one, one was more stingy than the other. County Magistrate Cao's face darkened. He subconsciously glanced at Shen Nanzhi, unconsciously wanting to ask her for advice.

Shen Nanzhi smiled and said, "Boss Xu, since the inn has no business, why don't you do this? Your inn is big enough and you can accommodate the disaster victims."

County Magistrate Cao's eyes lit up: "Yes, the disaster victims have nowhere to live. They will freeze to death in such a cold weather. It is better to place them with you. This county will give you the first merit."

Boss Xu felt so sick and hated Shen Nanzhi for meddling in other people's business.

Xu Dongjia had no choice but to say, "My inn has high-quality rooms. How can I do business if they are occupied by disaster victims? Miss Shen, your move is too mean. I don't agree with it."

"If you don't agree, forget it. Magistrate Cao won't force you to agree. But you won't get a share when the credit is distributed in the future."

Magistrate Cao: "That's right. If you don't want to donate, you can go back."

This was a trick that had caught Xu Dongjia off guard. He had offended Magistrate Cao. If he had any problems in the future, he could not expect the government to help him. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "I'll donate fifty taels of silver. Is that okay?"

Seeing that most of the donations had been made, Shen Nanzhi said, "County Magistrate Cao, I have an unwelcome request. Please make the decision for me."

"You said."

"Everyone should donate money and labor, and let the people know about this contribution. I suggest that we write a red list and write down who donated money and grain. We have made contributions, so it is not too much to get a good reputation, right?"

Everyone nodded. This was a good idea. Businessmen all valued their reputation. Why didn't they think of it before?

County Magistrate Cao also clapped his hands and praised: "Of course our county supports it. Miss Shen's idea is good. Master, have you written it down? Write it on a red list and post it. Our county will ask for credit from the higher-ups."

Merchants who donated less quickly paid additional money and grain. What a joke! It would be bad for their reputation if the people knew that they donated less.

However, Mr. Li did not increase his number. He ran a grain shop, and no family could live without grain. The several grain shops in the county were all his relatives. They were shameless, so what could he do?

Boss Xu hated Shen Nanzhi to death. Was she really a traitor?

But he didn't increase his donations. He ran an inn and all the people staying there were from other places, so the reputation of the locals was not important.

The county town is so big, and his is the only inn there. There is no competitor, so who cares!

The matter was settled. The county government officials and the captains of the police went out to provide disaster relief. They used the dilapidated temples and abandoned houses and started to distribute porridge.

Shen Nanzhi felt more relieved now that the people who had suffered from the disaster had a way to survive.

Just offend people if you want to. If you don’t make others hate you in your life, you are a mediocre person. Shen Nanzhi is not afraid of offending people.

There is no need for Shen Nanzhi to intervene in the subsequent matters for the time being, so go home with Shen Huai'en.

The two walked slowly and looked at the disaster victims on the street. They were dressed warmly and were not cold.

Shen Huai'en apologized: "It was me who caused this, and I asked you to help me, thank you."

"Why are you being so polite to me? You usually don't care much about what's happening outside, so why did you think of disaster relief this time?"

Shen Huai'en rolled his eyes at her: "Am I that cold-blooded? I also want to do something good, is that what you think of me?"

Shen Nanzhi hurriedly coaxed: "No, Huai En, you studied with Mr. Yuan. You care about the world and are compassionate. You are a good person."

"You make me sound like a monk, so stop praising me."

"Where can you find such a handsome monk? Even if you really become a monk, I can still seduce you to return to secular life!"

Shen Huai'en: "..."

I was teased by her before I knew it.

Looking at the heavy snow on the streets, he frowned and said, "The heavy snow blocked the roads, and supplies could not be transported. The disaster relief from the court could not be delivered. I don't know how many people were killed."

Shen Nanzhi smiled mischievously: "Call me good sister, and I will help you solve this problem."

Shen Huai'en blushed, not sure if it was because of the cold. Since there was no one around, he just went for it, "Good sister, please tell me."

"Ha ha……"

Shen Nanzhi didn't expect that he would really shout, and she was so happy that Shen Huai'en's face turned even redder and he turned his head away from her.

At this moment, Shen Yanli drove Dadan and a group of dogs, pulling a sled with a cart of food on it, to be delivered to Liao Bao's family.

When Shen Huai'en saw the dog sled, he was full of doubt about life. If he persisted for a while, he would know the answer without Nan Zhi telling him.

"Master, Sister Nanzhi, this is so fun. We can run in the snow!"

Shen Yanli was a child at heart, and he carried the dogs and ran away so quickly that he could no longer be seen.

Shen Nanzhi coughed to break his embarrassment and said, "There are still many details to pay attention to regarding disaster relief. Do you want to hear about it?"

"I want to ask the girl to teach me."

Shen Nanzhi smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely satisfy the girl my Huai En wants. Let's go back and talk about it. Don't freeze to death."

The kang in the house was lit up. Shen Nanzhi took off his cloak, boiled some water, and put some sweet potatoes and potatoes on the stove so they could eat them soon.

Shen Huai'en took out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, thawed the ink, slowly ground it and prepared to write. He wanted to write it down. Everything Nan Zhi said was very precious and he was afraid to forget it.

"Don't take it so seriously. I'm just daydreaming and talking nonsense. I don't have any plan. Just listen to me. You're taking it so seriously that I feel pressured."

"You say what you want, and I'm just writing it casually."

"Okay, disaster relief is not a matter of one or two days. It is a long and difficult task. Even though we have money and food now, it is hard to say how much of it can actually be used to help the victims."

The funds allocated from above will be deducted at every level, and it is already good if only one tenth of the money reaches the people. The runners in the yamen are not good people either, so how can they not deduct the money?

If Shen Nanzhi could think of this, then Shen Huai'en could also think of it. "Do you have any good ideas?"