After rebirth, the daughter of the marquisate went crazy

After three days of recuperation, the wound on her back had scabbed over. The medicine given by Shen Yanli was very effective.

Ye Qingyu was wearing a silver fox fur coat and looking at the heavy snow.

"The snow has been falling for three days and it's more than a foot thick. Why hasn't it stopped? I heard that many old houses were collapsed by the heavy snow. Alas, the snow came too suddenly and many people were frozen to death or frostbite." Wanqiu sighed as he looked at the heavy snow that had not yet stopped.

Or maybe her young lady was so capable that she stockpiled charcoal and food early on, so they didn't have to worry about freezing.

Ye Qingyu murmured, "Stop it soon."

"How are the refugees outside the city?"

Wanqiu sighed deeply, a look of pity on her face. "I heard there are a lot of refugees outside the city, at least eight thousand if not ten thousand. They have no place to live and nothing to eat. The only thing they get is a bowl of porridge from the imperial court every day. Sigh."

"It's so cold, those people are poorly dressed, and many are sick. The snow keeps falling, and the court doesn't know how to accommodate so many refugees."

"Wanqiu, go to the Duke's Mansion and ask my grandfather for some manpower. Get ready. Set up a few tents outside the city tomorrow and we'll start distributing porridge."

Ye Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "Let's find someone to build a few shelters, light a charcoal fire inside, and shelter as many people as possible."

"Slave, go now."

Wanqiu went out in the heavy snow. Nianchun said, "Miss, please come inside. You've been standing here for a long time."

Ye Qingyu gathered her sleeves and turned back into the house.

Just when everyone was watching the heavy snowfall with no sign of stopping, it suddenly stopped in the middle of the night.

Because everything was prepared long ago, someone came to reply before noon the next day and the stove and shed were all set up.

Ye Qingyu put on a thick fox fur coat, got on a carriage and headed out of the city.

When Ye Qingyu arrived outside the city, the first pot of porridge was already cooked.

"Miss, why did you come here in person?"

The person in charge here was the owner of a grain shop that was part of her mother's dowry. Because Ye Qingyu had asked Wanqiu to inform him early on, he was in charge of the porridge distribution these days. There were shop assistants in the shop, so the business was not affected.

"Thank you for your help, Manager Li."

"Miss, that's not the case. It's what my subordinates should do."

Looking around, the open space was not small. They didn't have many people, so they only built six sheds. There were several pots of charcoal burning in the sheds, and a big pot was placed at the entrance of the shed. It was already steaming at this time, and an old woman was looking at the rice porridge in the pot.

There was a long line of people outside the shed, which seemed to have no end. These people were ragged, unkempt, and had thin bodies. In this freezing weather, it was heartbreaking to see them.

Ye Qingyu sighed lightly. Her ability was limited. It would be great if she could buy some cotton clothes for these people. However, she really didn't have much money. If she bought too little and couldn't distribute them all, it would be a disaster.

"Cook the porridge thicker. Don't worry about the rice. You can bring the rice from the shop here first." Ye Qingyu reminded.

"I understand."

"The charcoal fire in the shed is burning day and night."

Ye Qingyu walked into the shed and looked around. Although it was a bit simple, it could still block some wind and snow. She hoped that the court would come up with a way to accommodate these refugees as soon as possible.

The number of refugees will only increase. If they are not properly resettled, something might really happen.

Now, apart from a few porridge-giving stalls in the imperial court, Ye Qingyu's place was the first to start distributing porridge.

The heavy snow had just stopped, so even if kind-hearted people wanted to distribute porridge, they didn't have time to prepare it. Ye Qingyu knew about it in advance, which was why she acted so quickly.

The aroma of rice porridge wafted in the air, and the refugees around stared at the big pot at the entrance of the shed.

The porridge was ready, and Ye Qingyu started cooking it herself. "Uncle Li, please go watch over it somewhere else. I'll be here."

Shopkeeper Li nodded and left. Ye Qingyu smiled softly at the refugees and said, "Don't worry, take your time. Everyone has something."

Wanqiu and Ye Qingyu served porridge to the refugees together. They took a full spoonful of thick rice porridge and poured it into the refugees' coarse porcelain bowls that already had cracks.

"Hold it, it's a little hot."

The skinny woman thanked him profusely, "Thank you, benefactor, thank you, benefactor. I, I have a child, can you give me another bowl?"

Ye Qingyu smiled gently, her voice as clear and pleasant as the spring breeze, "Of course you can, the child is giving me a steamed bun."

Wanqiu handed a steamed bun to the child. The moment the refugees behind her saw the bun, their eyes lit up.

Ye Qingyu raised her voice a little, "Please don't mind me. I don't have much money, and my ability is really limited. I can only give you some rice porridge and a steamed bun for each of you. I really don't have that much money, and the child is still young, so I can only give it to the child. I hope you don't mind me. I apologize to everyone here."

"You can't say that, benefactor. It's a great favor for you to give us a bowl of hot porridge."

"Yes, benefactor, you are truly a Bodhisattva descended to earth. We are satisfied with just a bowl of hot porridge."

"Yes, you should not give the child steamed buns. It costs too much money."

Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "It's great that everyone can understand. Those who have received porridge can go into the shed. The shed is a bit simple, but it can protect everyone from the wind and snow."

The refugees expressed their gratitude again.

Wanqiu looked at Ye Qingyu's hands, which were red from the cold, and persuaded her distressedly, "Miss, we are here. You should get into the carriage and warm up."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Ye Qingyu's men kept serving porridge.

"big sister."

Ye Qingya, holding up her skirt and wearing a fox fur coat, walked over. "You really came here. Is your injury healed? You didn't let me go out, yet you dared to come here by yourself. What if you catch a cold?"

"Hurry up, come here, big sister, you can take a rest." Ye Qingya asked her maid to come and pull Ye Qingyu down.

Ye Qingyu's hands were indeed numb from the cold. She also wanted the refugees to drink the hot porridge as soon as possible. Working with Wanqiu would make it faster. She had limited manpower, and now with Ye Qingya's two maids helping her, she could naturally warm up.

"Take Nuannuan." Ye Qingya handed her hot water bottle to Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingya muttered softly, "You're a patient, but you're really a worry to me."

Ye Qingyu smiled, "Why are you here?"

"What do you think?" Ye Qingya rolled her eyes at her rudely. "I heard you were giving out porridge outside the city, but I didn't believe it. I didn't expect you to actually come. You said your injury wasn't healed yet."

"It's fine now. I know what's going on." Ye Qingyu patted her hand soothingly.

Seeing these refugees wearing thin and ragged clothes, Ye Qingya felt pity in her heart, "Big sister, this is for you."

Ye Qingyu looked at the heavy bag of silver in her hand and asked, "What is this?"