Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The refugees were crowded in simple shacks. The dilapidated shacks were leaking everywhere, and the howling cold wind kept blowing in, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Even with the clothes and bedding donated at the charity auction, it is far from enough for distribution.

There have been so many refugees coming from Qianzhou recently that the pressure on the resettlement center has increased dramatically.

Many refugees could only share a thin blanket with several people, huddling together for warmth in the cold wind, their teeth chattering with cold.

The food supply was still sufficient for the time being, but it was barely enough to fill the stomachs, and both adults and children looked pale.

However, firewood and charcoal are far from enough. Ever since the sudden snowstorm some time ago, the price of firewood and charcoal in the city has skyrocketed. Originally a load of firewood sold for twenty cents, but now it has soared to eighty cents, and there is no demand for it.

Even if there was some money raised from the charity auction, it would not be enough to supply the firewood and charcoal needed by so many refugees.

Seeing that the firewood and charcoal in the resettlement center were about to run out, the officials in charge of the resettlement center have been so worried that they haven't slept for several nights, and most of their hair has turned white.

The county government was overwhelmed with its own affairs. In order to deal with the snowstorm, County Magistrate Lin had almost exhausted all the supplies in the county treasury. However, faced with such a large number of refugees and the severe snowstorm, it was still a drop in the bucket.

In the corner, a white-haired old man was holding a thin child. The child's lips were purple from the cold. The old man had no choice but to wrap his tattered coat around the child again.

The old man's eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness. He gently stroked the child's head with his skinny hands, and kept muttering, "My child, be patient, God will eventually open his eyes..."

"We escaped from the village, thinking we could have a chance to survive, but we didn't expect..." As the old man spoke, his voice gradually choked up, with turbid tears welling up in his eyes.

The refugees around listened and felt sad, and many of them sighed.

They all came to Yunshan County with their families and begged for food because of the Qianzhou riots, drought and locust plagues, which left them with no way to make a living.

Who would have thought that we would encounter this once-in-a-century snowstorm as soon as we arrived.

Just when the refugees were filled with despair, a burst of orderly and powerful horse hoof sounds suddenly came from afar.

When everyone looked up, they saw a team in uniform and well-equipped slowly walking towards the resettlement center.

Leading the group was a tall, stern-faced general, followed by guards, each pulling a carriage loaded with firewood, clothing, bedding and food.

There was an immediate commotion in the resettlement center. The refugees were both surprised and frightened, not knowing where this sudden team came from.

The official in charge of the resettlement center also hurried forward, speculating among himself.

The general dismounted and bowed to the official, saying, "I am the commander of the guards of Prince Hui's palace. I am here on the orders of the prince to distribute cold-weather supplies to the refugees."

When the official heard this, he was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly returned the greeting, saying, "It turned out to be the Lord of Prince Hui's Palace. He really helped us out of our urgent need!"

Luo Ge nodded slightly and said loudly: "The snowstorm is ruthless. The prince cares about the people and has ordered us to come and help."

When the refugees heard this, they knelt down and kowtowed, shedding tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, Prince Hui, for your great kindness!" shouts rang out one after another.

Brother Luo quickly asked everyone to stand up, and then directed the guards to start distributing supplies.

The old man took a thick brown coat and a warm quilt, and was so excited that tears streamed down his face. He hugged the child and said, "My child, we are saved, we are saved!"

The children got the food and devoured it ravenously.

The atmosphere in the shelter suddenly changed from despair to hope.

The official said to Luo Ge, "I will report Prince Hui's kindness to the county government truthfully, so that the people of the whole county will remember the prince's kindness."

Luo Ge waved his hand: "This is the duty of the prince. I just hope that the people can get through the snowstorm as soon as possible."

After distributing the supplies, the general and his troops hurried away.

Prince Hui's Palace.

Little Pomegranate was sitting in the warm room, facing the chessboard on the table. He held a chess piece in his hand, but his eyes kept looking towards the door. His mind was not on the chess game at all.

Zhan Qingyue was standing by the side, taking in the expression on the child's face. He just smiled slightly and slowly placed a piece on the chessboard.

"It's your turn, Your Highness."

Little Pomegranate came to his senses, glanced at the chessboard, and placed a piece casually.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door. Little Pomegranate turned around and saw Brother Luo striding in.

He raised his hand and asked, "How is it? Have they all been delivered?"

Luo Ge knelt on one knee and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the supplies have been successfully distributed to the refugees. The refugees are grateful and praise the prince's good deeds."

"Oh." Little Pomegranate didn't care about the refugees' praise, as long as the supplies were delivered to them.

Zhan Qingyue looked at the little pomegranate and said slowly, "Your Highness' timely assistance not only relieved the refugees' urgent need, but also planted the seeds of kindness in the hearts of the people. You will surely win their hearts in the future."

Little Pomegranate disagreed: "What use is there for me to have these people's hearts?"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhan Qingyue, with a cold expression on his face that did not match his age: "Mr. Zhan, are you trying to follow Prime Minister Lu's example and treat me as a rare commodity?"

"Then I can only say that Mr. Zhan has chosen the wrong person. I am just a vassal king with no power or influence. I am not worthy of your high regard."

Zhan Qingyue sighed inwardly, he was indeed a descendant of a noble family, his bearing and intelligence were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, he was puzzled as to why, since the young prince had no intention of scheming for power, he would agree to his proposal, distribute supplies to the refugees, and even worry about many subsequent matters?

According to his observation, this young prince does not seem to be a kind-hearted person.

Zhan Qingyue laughed and shook his head: "Why do you think so, Your Highness? I just can't bear to see the people suffer, and Your Highness is kind-hearted and willing to lend a helping hand."

Little Pomegranate glanced at him lightly, not knowing whether she believed him or not. He waved his hand and said, "I still have important things to do. Mr. Zhan, please rest in the mansion first."

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"Bang!" Song Yan threw out an eight-tube.

An Qi said happily: "Haha, I won! I was waiting for your eight bamboos, all of the same color with gangs, Brother Song, give me the money quickly!"