Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Zhu Qingqing followed Zhu's mother into the shack, while Wang Xiangdong and Yang Jiu drove the carriage to the temporary warehouse. The supplies that were delivered were placed inside. A yamen runner was guarding it, and cooking was arranged uniformly every day according to the number of people.

Yang Jiu: "Brother, we have delivered another truckload of supplies."

He said it according to Wang Xiangdong's instructions, just saying that the supplies were raised by the Yang family, and not to mention Master Zhu and him to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Just kidding, Master Zhu and his family are all talented, don't let anyone snatch them away. He promised his second, third, and fifth brothers to take good care of them and protect them.

So Yang Jiu said, "I know. I won't mention you and Master Zhu, but you have to tell me, where did you get these supplies? How come they're faster than our Yang family?"

Wang Xiangdong: "I'll tell you in detail later. It's not convenient now."

The warehouse that the yamen runner was guarding was a storage room in the temple, which had been cleared out and temporarily requisitioned.

Hearing the shouts, they hurried out to greet them. In the past few days, the Yang family warehouse has been delivering supplies here every day, and everyone is very familiar with it.

Yamen runner: "Yang Xiaojiu, you're here again so soon."

Yang Jiu raised his head and said, "That's right. Our Yang family has its own caravan, so it's quick and easy to transfer some supplies here. Brother, come and take inventory."

The yamen runners looked at the carriage full of bulging sacks and smiled so hard that their teeth were showing.

This time, thanks to the Yang family warehouse, horse-drawn carriages delivered supplies every day.

With food to eat and medicine to drink from a big pot, the people's hearts were finally at peace.

Even this temporary custodian can hold his head high and speak loudly and confidently.

The yamen runner shouted towards the nearby shack: "Come here, some of you, unload all these things."

Everyone was huddled in the hut, warming themselves by the fire, and could not move about without orders. When they heard the shouts,

Several old men and some young boys ran out of the shack one after another. Several women ran out of another shack. They were all tall and strong.

Although the young and strong men were sent to the mountains to cut trees and hunt, there were still many old, weak, women and children who were healthy and energetic enough to do the work. When they heard the shouting, they rushed out in a swarm.

"Master, I'm coming."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Everyone was clamoring for the first place.

Those who help move the goods can get an extra pancake, so everyone rushes to do it when the goods are available.

The bailiff waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, be careful not to spill anything.

By the way, Yang Xiaojiu, what's in here?"

Yang Jiu glanced at Wang Xiangdong and said, "This is Guard Wang from my caravan. He knows what's inside. Brother Wang, tell us about it."

Wang Xiangdong: "These bags are rice..."

"Ah, and rice."

Even the yamen runners were frightened.

Quickly have someone untie the sack.

Rice is not produced in their Yucheng, only in the prefectures and counties close to the provincial capital, so their main food is wheat flour and some beans, and rice is only eaten by the nobles.

Even though he worked in the government office, it was rare for him to eat it.

But now there are several bags of rice.

Although Zhu Qingqing told Zhou Shifeng and others to buy the worst quality rice, it was still good rice to the people here.

Some people have never even seen it.

The yamen runner held the rice and let it slip through his fingers, feeling the smoothness of the rice.

This was repeated several times before he finally asked, "How many bags of rice are there?

Wang Xiangdong: "Five bags, and millet, flour... radish, cabbage, potatoes, sweet potatoes..."

Yamen runner: "Wait, send three bags of rice, no, send four bags to the young men outside the city, and also give some of the millet and flour to them, they are doing manual labor."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

The old people, children and women all kowtowed to the yamen runners.

The young and strong people outside the city have their sons, grandsons, fathers, uncles, and husbands. They are the pillars of the family, and they are willing to eat less or give it all to them.

The yamen runner waved his hands and said, "Why thank me? These are the supplies raised by the Yang family. If you want to thank someone, they should be the ones to thank."

The people kowtowed to Yang Jiu and Wang Xiangdong again.

Yang Jiu and Wang Xiangdong quickly moved out of the way.

"No, no, we are just doing our best."