"Ah Shuang, she's not here."
Zhang Wenmao drank most of the bowl of medicine and frowned: "I went in while she was walking away."
As she spoke, she pushed the medicine bowl away, her eyes half-opened and half-closed, and she was about to fall asleep again.
She just muttered: "Sister Xiaodong, sister Xiaodong, you are so cruel."
It's just that the last words are stuck in my throat and I can't hear them at all.
Magistrate Zhang was still waiting to ask further questions, but Mrs.
Zhang felt sorry for her son and just hoped that Zhang Wenmao would drink the medicine and fall asleep, so she pulled Magistrate Zhang away.
Zhang Wenjuan had figured it out and sneered: "Yesterday's coachman should be pulled out and beaten to death.
Now my brother is just sick.
What if he was discovered by the Xia family last night?"
This statement made Magistrate Zhang and his wife feel cold all over.
After a little speculation, it is not difficult to find that Zhang Wenmao certainly did not disappear out of thin air.
He must have heard that his mother and sister were going to the Xia family, so he hid in the carriage and was taken away.
In fact, it happened before that a maid secretly hid behind a carriage and escaped from the mansion.
Therefore, according to the rules of the mansion, the coachman should check carefully before setting off.
It's just that I was in such a hurry last night that the coachman forgot about it.
If Zhang Wenmao was captured in the Xia family's inner house, Xia Bashan would be capable of anything given his temperament.
Although the matter came to light and both the boy and the coachman were embarrassed, the most important thing was Zhang Wenmao's body.
Unfortunately, day after day, Zhang Wenmao's situation did not improve.
According to the doctor, it might be an epidemic.
In places where disaster victims live together, the sanitary conditions are definitely not good.
In addition, there is a lack of food and clothing, and even drinking water is difficult.
Typhoid and dysentery are very common.
Zhang Wenmao had a poor foundation.
He was knocked unconscious first and then tired from walking a long distance.
Then he was dragged by Magistrate Zhang for a walk outside the city.
He was actually infected with typhoid fever.
Since the opening of the military granary, the disaster relief work has been somewhat eased, and Suzhou City has gradually become more lively.
At first, everyone complained about poverty and hunger, for fear of being forced to donate.
Now that the limelight has passed, the market has naturally recovered.
As the popularity grew, rumors began to spread.
There are two legends related to the Xia family.
One is that the commander-in-chief, Xia Xia, hoarded food to stabilize himself.
When the victims swarmed in, he sat back and ignored it.
When the situation eased, he took out food to win people's hearts.
The second one is also related to the Xia family.
It is said that the son of Wen Mao is the direct descendant of the magistrate's family.
Mr.
Wen Mao, the famous literary and elegant man, intends to marry the eldest daughter of the Xia family.
The two pieces of news were widely circulated.
Of course, like other rumors, there are different versions.
According to the second version, the so-called Commander Xia hoarding grain to win people's hearts was actually deducting military rations and reselling them privately.
Compared with the first version, it doesn't seem to be much better.
The so-called marriage proposal is actually a sign of happiness.
There is also a combined version of the rumor, to the effect that Commander Xia was caught by Magistrate Zhang selling military rations, so he sold his daughter to seek peace, intending to marry his eldest daughter to the Zhang family for joy.
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It's probably due to some weird unspoken rules, and the person involved is always the last person to know the news.
Xia Xiaodong looked at Feng Shiqian sitting in the guest seat, his lips slightly parted, his eyes wide open, he was really shocked.
"Have you just heard?"
Feng Shiqian, who had just finished spreading the news, was also very surprised to see Xia Xiaodong's expression.
"Haha," Xia Xiaodong smiled bitterly: "It seems that none of it is true."
There is absolutely no such thing as hoarding food to win people's hearts, or reselling military rations, but it is true to send food to the victims.
Asking for marriage, a wedding, or selling a daughter to make peace are all fake, of course, but Zhang Wenmao's infatuation is real, and it is also real that he fell ill.
The person spreading the rumors, without even thinking about it, is none other than Magistrate Zhang.
What's the purpose What is the purpose Xia Xiaodong fell into hard thinking.
Even bad people may not be willing to do things that harm others but do not benefit oneself.
There is a cost to hurting others, okay?
"That place that distributes food in the north of the city really belongs to your Xia family," Feng Shiqian asked.
Xia Xiaodong nodded.
It's not a problem for disaster victims to always gather here.
But if we don’t gather here, where should we go?
There are disaster victims in various prefectures and counties all the way from north to south.
It is quite difficult for everyone to go back the same way.
They have to disperse east and west but the road is remote.
More importantly, no matter which direction you go, you must have some food rations, otherwise everyone would rather be trapped outside Suzhou City.
At least there is still a way to plunder the border in the end.
This actually has nothing to do with Xia Xiaodong, it should really be Magistrate Zhang's problem.
However, according to Xia Xiaodong's plan, the money obtained from Bai Laosan was to be spent on disaster relief.
We can't control the overall situation, so we can always do our best.
Therefore, Xia Xiaodong arranged for Zhong Er to set up a food distribution point.
Anyone who is willing to take the food and find his own way back to his hometown can go and collect it while supplies last.
Where does the food come from?
Well, it’s hard to say that it comes from the right path.
Opposite the white is black, with a large patch of gray in the middle.
Xuannan Province is adjacent to Ye State, with a long border.
Smuggling is inevitable in areas adjacent to borders.
This is simply an important way for border guards to make money.
If you want to know the route of patrolling soldiers and when to change defenses, get money.
I want to simply transport it here in front of the soldiers, no problem, just bring the money.
If you want to borrow a place, you can pay the money and deliver the goods, no problem, just bring the money.
It's no problem if there's a shortage of manpower.
The soldiers are all idle.
They have a lot of energy to move around and get money.
Smuggling to exchange what is needed is, no, it is underground border trade, like moving ants, and the volume is naturally not very large.
Although it cannot be brought to the table openly, it is carried out to a greater or lesser extent at almost all borders.
As long as there is no official break-up and war, the two countries are actually very friendly, especially the people.
Harmony makes money.
In Xuannan, there is even an ethnic group that likes to shave their heads.
One ethnic group is separated into two countries.
They often have contacts and continue to intermarry.
These semi-open border trades could have been helpful to the victims, at least to distribute some food.
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Unfortunately, Ye State was very worried about the victims of the disaster crossing the border and plundering it, so it tightened its border defenses.
As a result, the underground border trade, which was originally small, almost stopped.
Xia Xiaodong still followed his father's path, and secretly poked a gap, and in exchange for 6,000 taels of silver, the amount of food was half less than usual, which was twice as expensive.
In addition to the official relief places outside the city, there are also signs posted by large households in the city saying they are willing to do good deeds and do good deeds.
There are those who give porridge, those who distribute rice, and those who distribute clothes.
There was even a family whose family was not well-off, but they had a lot of straw ropes and were making straw sandals on site and giving out free shoes.
Xia Xiaodong did not expect that the Xia family, who was among them, would become the target of rumors.
Really, is it so difficult to be a good person?
On the way back to Suzhou, I helped the two victims of the disaster, but ended up attracting robbers.
Now that I have gone through all the trouble and effort to collect some food to help the victims return to their hometowns, they have been rumored again
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