Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 184 Husband Gets Favor (28)

In February, the coldness has not subsided, and the snow flutters slightly, sprinkled all over Qianjiayuan.

Pei Yu pushed open the carved window, and stretched out his hand to pick up the thin snowflakes.

The snowflakes fell on the hands, and they were melted by the temperature of the palms before they could be seen clearly.

"Master."

Seeing this scene, Ji Fu became anxious: "You are not in good health and cannot suffer from the cold. If you let Miss know later, you will probably be scolded again."

Pei Yu withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "If you don't tell her, won't she know?"

"Who won't you tell?"

Nan Wan pushed open the door and walked in, just in time to hear this sentence.

"Nothing?" Ji Fu subconsciously concealed it.

"Cough cough cough."

Before the window was closed, a chill hit his face, and Pei Yu couldn't help coughing a few times.

Nan Wan strode past, closed the window to keep out the severe cold, and pulled a piece of clothing to drape over his shoulders.

"Master wife."

Seeing the anger in Nan Wan's eyes clearly, Pei Yu wrapped his clothes tightly and changed the subject unnaturally: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Ever since Nanwan became famous at the Heroes Banquet last time, invitations to various banquets have emerged one after another.

If you can push Nanpu, you can push it, and if you can't push it, you can go there.If so, she is also very busy, and she can't see anyone for a day.

"The dean left early today because he had something to do." Nan Wan explained.

Seeing Pei Yu's searching face, Nan Wan continued: "There have been a lot of beggars in the imperial city recently, and they are said to be from Beiling."

"Beiling?" Pei Yu was surprised.

Beiling is thousands of miles away from the imperial city, so how could the people there travel all the way to come here?

"I don't know the specifics." Nan Wan shook his head slightly, "Your Majesty ordered King An to go and investigate."

"What about those beggars in the imperial city?"

In a snowy day, without food and shelter, why not freeze to death on the street?

"Your Majesty has handed over this matter to the eldest princess." Nan Wan held Pei Yu's hand and led him to the back room, "I won't let them freeze to death."

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"Your Highness."

Jing Zhaoyi wanted to cry but had no tears: "I really can't do anything about it."

Many people have been imprisoned in the prison, so we can't let those prisoners go, let those beggars live in!

"There is no way, don't you think?" The eldest princess frowned.

Because the empress was annoyed by pleading for Lin Han last time, she wanted to make up for the crime, so she took the initiative to accept the job.

At first, she thought this job was very simple, as long as everyone donated a part of the food, who would have thought it would be so difficult.

Those aristocratic families, if you don't mention money, she can still communicate with you in a good voice.As soon as money is mentioned, I will turn against you.

As for those poor people, they all shouted that the harvest this year was not good and they could not afford a penny.

"Snapped."

The Eldest Princess was in a hurry and kicked Jing Zhaoyi hard.

"If you still can't think of a way, don't even try to keep your official hat."

"Your Highness." Jing Zhaoyi wanted to cry, but these big men always liked to throw problems at her. If she solved it, would she still be Jing Zhaoyi?

"Your Highness, I have a solution." A doorman said suddenly.

"What way?" The eldest princess asked impatiently: "If you want to do well in this matter, you must be promoted to a noble."

"Your Highness, I think taxes can be levied." The doorman said seriously.

"Collecting taxes?" The eldest princess frowned slightly, "Those common people keep saying that they have no money, can they afford to pay taxes?"

"Your Highness, don't be fooled by them." There was a trace of hostility in the doorman's eyes, "These people are used to lying."

Jing Zhaoyi was startled and wanted to say something to stop her, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

With such a small official position, she couldn't help tossing about like this.

"Then it's your opinion." The eldest princess frowned, "You will be responsible for this matter, and you must handle it well for me."

"Yes." The doorman said respectfully.

After a troublesome matter, the eldest princess suddenly felt happy, and brought a group of cronies into the mountains to enjoy the snow.

"Taxation?"

Looking at the notice at the gate of the city, the people were furious beyond measure.

"Didn't you collect it twice last year? Why do you have to collect it this year?"

"This year's tax is so high, how can the old family afford it?"

"Everyone." The doorman stood at the gate of the city and said loudly: "It is His Highness's proposal to collect taxes, please don't argue."

"What's the matter, Your Highness? Can Your Highness not take our lives as his own?"

"God wants me to be the last!"

"I don't agree."

"Murdered."

Seeing that unconvincing commoner was killed by soldiers on the spot, the others had no choice but to remain silent.

"Anyone who disobeys will be executed immediately." The doorman's voice was cold, like a reminder to the common people.

The people reluctantly handed in some silver taels.

The doorman nodded in satisfaction, and handed over a few taels of silver without any trace.

"It's not enough, continue." The soldier scolded.

In the temple not far from the gate of the city, beggars in tattered clothes shivered in the cold wind.

"Will they really give us silver?"

"It should be! After all, it is His Majesty's order."

"Dad, I'm hungry."

The boy with sallow skin said timidly.

"There will be something to eat later." The boy's father took the boy into his arms distressedly.

"A total of 70 taels of silver was collected." Jing Zhaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Convert the silver into food, and it will be enough for these beggars to eat for a while."

"It's all converted into food?" The doorman was not happy, "Did they eat so much? Half of it is enough."

"You..." Jing Zhaoyi was startled.

"This is His Highness's order, who dares to disobey?" said the doorman.

In the next few days, the wind and snow were even greater.

The imperial court opened a porridge market to help beggars.

"Thank you sir."

"Thank you sir."

Beggars lined up in long queues, waiting with broken bowls.

"get out."

Looking at the little boy in the queue, the doorman reprimanded with a cold face.

"My lord, I'm hungry." The boy said timidly.

"If you starve to death, you will starve to death." The doorman said mercilessly: "Come here, drive all these men out."

"Father." The boy looked at his father for help.

"My lord." The boy's father begged, "You just give him something to eat! A child can't eat much."

"Food is in short supply now, and women don't even get enough, how can they give it to men?" The doormen forcefully expelled them: "Get out of here."

The originally long queue was cut in half.

The man watched helplessly, growling with hunger.

But I saw that the porridge shop was empty, and no one came to deliver food.

"Father, I'm so hungry." The boy kept crying.

"Daddy will take you somewhere else." The boy's father wiped away the tears from the boy's eyes with distress.

It stands to reason that the Chaotingbu porridge market will be divided into east, west, north and south.

If it doesn't work here, go elsewhere.

"Okay." The boy cuddled close to his father, as if his father was all he could rely on.

But the final result was disappointing.

"Walk, walk, there is no place for you here."

(End of this chapter)