The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

All they had left were the half pound of flour they had snatched from Xie Xiaofang and some seasonings.

Although the surrounding supplies have been looted many times by refugees,

But with Jiang Jinhe here, there is always hope.

Song Wenqin glanced at the woman beside him who was sweating profusely but didn't say a word. He didn't realize that his eyes were filled with unprecedented admiration.

After walking for a while, Jiang Jinhe suddenly spoke:

"My dear, do you have a way to get into the city?"

Song Wenqin, who had been observing silently, was startled by her sudden question, then put away his distracting thoughts and replied:

"Of course there is a way."

Jiang Jinhe's eyes lit up when he heard this:

"Really? Then can you take me with you?"

Song Wenqin looked her up and down and said:

"can."

"Great! So we can go into town tonight?"

Seeing Song Wenqin nod, Jiang Jinhe smiled brightly.

With reliable teammates by your side, you will feel more confident in doing things.

But after walking for a while, there was no sign of food.

Everything around, edible and inedible, had long been looted by the refugees, leaving not even a piece of tree bark.

When we reached a valley, a cool breeze blew.

Jiang Jinhe's spirits lifted, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Wow, it's so cool and comfortable!"

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she felt a light in her heart:

Surrounded by mountains, this slightly moist cool breeze must come from the water source!

Jiang Jinhe was full of energy and didn't care about his sore legs. He ran straight forward.

Song Wenqin followed silently.

While running, Jiang Jinhe noticed a mud pond. Although he did not find the water source directly, judging from the floating dead leaves, there must be lotus roots in the mud pond!

awesome!

If lotus roots can be dug out from such a large mud pond, the yield will surely be considerable, and it should be no problem to feed these refugees in the short term!

Just as Jiang Jinhe was about to rush into the mud pond excitedly, Song Wenqin grabbed her collar:

"That's a quagmire. Once you get stuck in it, you can't get out. It's very dangerous."

Jiang Jinhe hurriedly explained the situation to him, but Song Wenqin looked at her with doubt. She was eager to jump down and dig some lotus roots as evidence, but Song Wenqin stopped her.

"You tell me how to dig, and I'll do it."

Song Wenqin didn't talk much, but these few words were enough to make Jiang Jinhe's eyes light up.

It’s naturally great if you don’t have to do it yourself.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Jinhe asked Song Wenqin to push down a dead tree and place it across the mud. Now he could use the buoyancy of the dead tree to avoid sinking completely into the mud.

With the safety measures in place, Song Wenqin took off his coat and, under the guidance of Jiang Jinhe, dug out a piece of lotus root in a short while.

Although Song Wenqin's technique was not good on his first attempt and the lotus root broke into pieces in the soil, this was enough to surprise Jiang Jinhe.

Looking at the lotus root segments that were thicker than his wrist, and then looking at the uncultivated lotus root fields, Jiang Jinhe's confidence in resettling the refugees increased a little more.

However, in addition to food, accommodation and medical care are also major problems that need to be urgently addressed.

Jiang Jinhe found some leaves to wipe the lotus root segments clean, and the two of them shared them.

The sweet and refreshing taste made Song Wenqin, who was tasting lotus root for the first time, secretly amazed, but he did not show it, so Jiang Jinhe did not realize that she had opened the door to a new world for Song Wenqin.

After cleaning the dirt off Song Wenqin, the two returned. It was already late at night, and Song Yuyu finally fell asleep after seeing that the two had returned safely.

In the middle of the night, Song Wenqin fulfilled his promise and took Jiang Jinhe away from the refugees and came to a lower section of the city wall.

After cleverly dodging the patrolling guards, Song Wenqin used his Qinggong skills and, despite some effort, successfully led Jiang Jinhe over the city wall. Jiang Jinhe noticed his effort and blushed, blaming herself for being too plump.

She must lose weight! She vowed in her heart again, feeling embarrassed for the inconvenience she had caused.

"Let's find the county government office and meet the magistrate there." Jiang Jinhe whispered in Song Wenqin's ear.

Song Wenqin endured the discomfort of carrying a stranger with him, and led the way quickly, heading straight to the county government office.

The back garden of the county government office was the residence of the county magistrate, who was enjoying a feast and even had a group of dancers in very revealing clothes to entertain him.

Witnessing this scene, Jiang Jinhe almost couldn't help but rush forward.

There are hordes of refugees from the outside world, it is like hell on earth, but as a local official, he is enjoying himself alone!

Fortunately, Song Wenqin stopped her in time and prevented her from acting impulsively.

Jiang Jinhe did not show up until the magistrate had eaten and drunk his fill and returned to the house to make sure no one was there.

"Who?" The magistrate was startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger and wanted to call for help, but Jiang Jinhe quickly spoke to stop him.

"Don't panic, magistrate. I'm a refugee from outside the city. I've come here to ask a few questions. I'll be leaving soon."

The magistrate seemed a little panicked. He glanced at the burly Song Wenqin behind Jiang Jinhe and asked timidly, "What do you want to ask?"

Jiang Jinhe said bluntly, "As for the refugees outside the city, how do you plan to accommodate them?"

The magistrate's eyes flickered as he spoke vaguely, "I'm just a small official. What can I do if my superiors don't take action?"

Jiang Jinhe's eyes sternly asked, "If I can solve the refugees' food problem, I wonder if you can take them in and provide them with shelter?"

Jiang Jinhe's tone was firm, and with the invisible pressure from Song Wenqin behind him, the magistrate finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, if you can take care of their food problem, I can find a way to arrange accommodation for them." The county magistrate compromised. In fact, the superiors had not issued clear instructions, but in this silent environment, actively accepting refugees was undoubtedly contrary to everyone's opinions. By doing so, he undoubtedly took certain risks.

Jiang Jinhe nodded slightly. Although she was not very satisfied with the answer, she knew that it was not easy to achieve this step when she had no power or influence.

She was still indignant at the officials' laziness, but she could only accept the status quo.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. You are truly a good official who speaks up for the people." Jiang Jinhe's words were mixed with a hint of sarcasm.

The county magistrate blushed slightly, obviously catching the subtext of her words.

"I will give you a few more laborers to command, and you can also allocate the county government's resources at will. This is my token, take it and you will be able to do whatever you want."

The county magistrate tried hard to maintain his official airs, and only after Jiang Jinhe took the token and nodded did he hesitantly hint for them to leave.

Jiang Jinhe had no intention of making things difficult, so he readily took Song Wenqin away. Seeing this, the county magistrate secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, someone was taking on the hot potato, so why not?

As for the refugee issue, it is now naturally handed over to Jiang Jinhe to deal with. If the superiors ask about it, he also has a plan to deal with it.

Jiang Jinhe walked out of the yamen in a grand manner, showed his token and gave orders to several officers. After some inquiries, they found an abandoned empty house in the city to stay temporarily.

After lighting a bonfire to keep away the cold, Jiang Jinhe looked at Song Wenqin, whose expression was slightly grim in the firelight, and said, "Husband, what should we do next? Do you have any plans?"