You are my golden finger

"Master, there is something I want to tell you, but I don't know whether I should tell you or not?" An Yi hesitated to speak.

"Nonsense! Speak." Murong Xu was a little impatient with An Yi's nagging.

"The victims erected an inscriptionless stele under the big banyan tree east of the city gate, and every day they went there to burn incense and kowtow. They said that the princess was the Bodhisattva Guanyin who saved the suffering and was sent by God to save thousands of victims." An said while peeking at the expressions of the two masters.

"Is it just a monument without any words? There is no suggestive message, right?" Murong Xu asked thoughtfully.

"No, it's just a blank monument."

"An Yi, tomorrow you find some elderly ladies, prepare some melon seeds, and give each of them a few copper coins. Ask them to spread the word about the emperor's benevolence and have them talk about it more in front of the monument without words." Lin Xijin interrupted.

"Yes, Princess." An Yi immediately understood what Lin Xijin meant. It was not unreasonable for him to be the number one person around Murong Xu.

"Sister, tomorrow when we work we can also promote the emperor's benevolence." Xihui and the other boys were no less excited.

They all knew that being too famous was not a good thing for their sister. The victims worshipped Lin Xijin as a god, which might push her to the forefront. It would be better to take advantage of the situation and bring fame to the old emperor, the true dragon.

In fact, she had already felt something was a little strange two days ago. When she appeared at the disaster site, the aunties would always stand respectfully on the roadside, waiting for her to pass by. It turned out that there was such a story behind this.

With everyone's deliberate guidance, the discussion soon took a turn.

"Hey, have you heard? The emperor couldn't sleep at night because of the disaster in Jiuchang County. He immediately allocated a large amount of money, food, and medicine for disaster relief. The food and accommodation we have now are all allocated by the court."

"I also heard that the emperor donated all the silver in his private treasury, and the empress dowager and the queen did the same. The palace began to tighten its belt. We really met a wise ruler!"

"Yes, I heard that the emperor was worried about the disaster area, couldn't sleep or eat, and lost weight!"

"Let's go to the Wordless Monument and burn some incense to thank the True Dragon Emperor for his blessing!"

So a group of aunts went to the monument without words under the big banyan tree to burn incense. Since then, the big banyan tree is filled with smoke every day, thanking the true dragon emperor for his blessing.

Just when we were trying to find ways to eliminate the excessive reputation, trouble started over there.

In the morning, the sun tenaciously penetrated the heavy clouds and cast its light on the earth. The wind also came to help, struggling to dispel the haze on the earth. People also felt the long-lost warmth from the sun and breeze, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, everyone, look, where does this long convoy come from?"

"The young man in red sitting on the tall horse in the front is so handsome!"

"Hey, look at the flags flying on the convoy, isn't that the symbol of the Seven Stars Pavilion?"

A convoy consisting of forty or fifty vehicles slowly walked towards the city gate. The young man in red riding a tall horse at the head was Qi Jinghao, the young master of the Seven Stars Pavilion.

Magistrate Chai hurried over to greet him, but he did not know Qi Jinghao.

"May I ask who you are?" Mayor Cheshire asked humbly, noting that the other party had an extraordinary aura.

"My young master has come here specifically for Princess Lin. May I ask where Princess Lin is?" the steward at the side asked loudly.

"Princess Lin is at the resettlement site for disaster victims in the southwest. I'll have someone call her over right away." County Magistrate Chai said hastily, fearing that he might offend some powerful person.

Someone among the secret guards recognized Qi Jinghao and knew his usual tricks. They ignored him and just let him show off.

In just over a quarter of an hour, Lin Xijin rode back to the city gate. Seeing Qi Jinghao's pretentious style, she felt itchy and wanted to beat him up.

However, considering that he brought so many relief supplies, he resisted the urge to hit him.

"Greetings, Pavilion Master Qi." Lin Xijin rode forward and greeted him.

"Miss Lin, to thank you for saving my life, this Pavilion Master has specially prepared 100,000 taels of silver, 20,000 dan of grain, 20,000 kilograms of medicinal materials, 10,000 rolls of cotton cloth, and 10,000 rolls of oilcloth for disaster relief." Qi Jinghao said loudly.

Lin Xijin couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand again. She was trying so hard to suppress her overly famous reputation, and this guy was still making things worse!

"Thank you, Young Master, for your righteousness. On behalf of the disaster victims in Jiuchang County, I thank you!" Lin Xijin could not turn away the relief supplies, otherwise she would become a sinner in the disaster area.

"When one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid. We, the sons and daughters of Jianghu, have no choice but to help!" Listen! This guy's words were really high-sounding, and Lin Xijin couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Young Pavilion Master, please come in!" Lin Xijin had no choice but to welcome the long convoy into the city gate.

Coincidentally, Shangguan Rui also arrived with a convoy in the afternoon. Although the relief supplies he brought were not as much as Qi Jinghao's, they were still not a small amount.

These materials were mainly donated by the Anguogong Mansion, the General Mansion, and the Imperial Tutor Mansion. The Empress in the palace, the Emperor's private treasury, and the ministers also donated some. Shangguan Rui accepted everyone's commission and was responsible for transporting the materials.

What made Lin Xijin happiest was that Uncle Mu Xiong and Uncle Jian An also came along.

After dinner, everyone stayed together and sat together to discuss how to revitalize the Jiangnan area.

"We have already taken the first step, which is to resettle the victims and prevent the outbreak of the disease, and the results are good," said Ye Jinlin.

"The second step is to manage the river. We have already blocked the gap in the riverbank, and we need to continue dredging the river. We need to do a thorough management in the autumn and winter." General Wu personally visits the command site every day and is well aware of the situation.

"The third step after the flood recedes is to clean up the disaster area, count the death toll, deal with the bodies, and help the victims rebuild their homes. This step is more difficult but also more important." Murong Xu thought further ahead.

"But each step requires a lot of financial support. Can Chaoran sustain it?" Shangguan Rui is good at considering problems from a businessman's perspective.

Everyone turned their eyes to Murong Xu. Murong Xu suddenly felt a great deal of pressure. But he was good at shifting the blame: "Jin'er and I have discussed this issue. Let's listen to her opinion."

So Murong Xu successfully passed the buck, and it was Lin Xijin who attracted everyone's attention.

"The questions and approaches you have just raised are all very reasonable. Here's what I think: For the current resettlement of disaster victims, prevention of epidemics, distribution of disaster relief supplies, and river cleaning, we can use all of the relief supplies from the court and donations from caring people to solve the problems. The same goes for later repairs of bridges and roads, construction of reservoirs and dams, and distribution of silver and food to the disaster victims."

"But in fact, we can also find another way to attract investment to treat and provide disaster relief. For example, we can write to the government to allocate land in the disaster-stricken areas to develop real estate businesses and build a large number of shops and houses. The shops can be rented out or sold, and the houses can be sold to the victims to live in."

"Even if the victims cannot pay the full amount of the house price at once, they can pay it off in three to five years because there are a lot of jobs available for them. For those who really cannot afford to buy a house, the shacks built in the southwest can continue to be provided for them to live in for free. When the time comes, the shacks at the city gate can be demolished."