Ci Jinzhi

He Qingxiao worked with other yamen to resettle the victims. It was already dusk, and the snow-capped snow reflected the cold light under the sporadic lights.

He didn't go back directly to Hou's Mansion, but walked up the long street where Qingsong Bookstore was located.

Sure enough, the lights of Qingsong Bookstore were still on.

He Qingxiao stood there for a moment, then turned around silently.

"Master He." A familiar female voice came from behind.

He Qingxiao turned around and watched Xin You approaching: "It's so late, Miss Kou hasn't rested yet?"

"Let's sort out the accounts, and there are some arrangements for tomorrow." Xin You looked at the man in a mess, "Did Mr. He just finish his work?"

Noticing where Xinyou's gaze passed, He Qingxiao looked down.

The red clothes were bright, but they were stained with dirt, which was rubbed on by him when he helped those neighbors carry things.

Originally, he didn't care, but at this moment, under the gaze of the girl Rushui, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Did those neighbors go to the nursing home?" Xin You didn't notice Mr. He's embarrassment, and asked with a smile.

Captain Yang and the others came back after distributing the cotton-padded clothes. The court took over the rest of the matter and did not participate in it any more.

When it came to this, He Qingxiao returned to normal: "They're all gone. Afterwards, the imperial court should have some countermeasures for rebuilding the house, and Ms. Kou can rest assured."

"That's good."

For the victims of the disaster, the imperial court has a set of rescue measures, especially at the foot of the emperor.

Xin You didn't intend to overstep the bounds.

He Qingxiao thought for a while, and reminded: "There was only slight movement in the capital during this earthquake, and the Beiloufang area was probably the hardest hit. The neighbors here escaped unharmed because of Miss Kou's porridge. It will soon reach the ears of today.”

"Thank you, Mr. He, for your reminder. It's getting late, Mr. He, go back and rest earlier."

Regarding saving those people, Xin You didn't think about whether it would reach the emperor's ears.Afterwards, I am not afraid to hear it in the ears of the emperor.

She is mentally prepared that sooner or later she will meet that person.

"Miss Kou also rests earlier." He Qingxiao wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he explained, "I just passed by and saw that the lights in the bookstore were still on."

Xin You smiled: "I know Mr. He is passing by."

He Qingxiao cupped his hands and strode away.

It didn't snow that night, and the next day, officers and soldiers walked by from time to time on the streets of the capital, causing unsuspecting common people to talk about it.

For most people, the slight shaking yesterday just added some talking points to the lazy winter day.

By the afternoon, the disaster situation in all parts of the capital was almost felt, and the ministers gathered in the palace.

"How is the situation in Beijing?" Emperor Xing Yuan asked.

The main force investigating the disaster situation is the Wucheng Bingma Division, which is under the Ministry of War, and other ministries are responsible for assistance.

Emperor Xingyuan spoke, and the Minister of the Ministry of War stood up: "Reporting to Your Majesty, according to statistics, there were 32 casualties in the five cities, of which 14 were killed and 18 injured, all caused by the collapse of houses or falling heavy objects..."

The number of casualties made Emperor Xingyuan heave a sigh of relief.

This is much less than he expected.

"Wait a minute." Emperor Xingyuan felt wrong when he heard the number of houses collapsed from the Minister of War, "There are so many houses collapsed in the northern city, why are there only more than [-] casualties, and these people are scattered in five cities?"

Minister of the Ministry of War secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, he also felt strange when he got this information, so he asked his subordinates specially, otherwise he would be stopped by the emperor.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the collapsed houses are concentrated in the Beiloufang area. It is said that there were kind-hearted people giving porridge there, so when the accident happened, people were all outside."

Emperor Xing Yuan suddenly became interested: "Who is the one who gave the porridge?"

The Minister of Military Affairs got stuck.

There are many wealthy households in the capital, and it is nothing new for the rich households to give porridge to poor people every winter when life is hard for the poor. After hearing about it, he stopped asking.

Seeing that the Minister of the Ministry of War could not answer, Emperor Xingyuan cast his eyes with hidden dissatisfaction.

Is this horse talented without a little curiosity?
At this time, Meng Jijiu stood up: "Your Majesty, I know the identity of this porridge man."

"Oh, who is it?" Emperor Xing Yuan asked immediately.

"It's Miss Kou, the owner of Qingsong Bookstore."

Emperor Xingyuan was greatly surprised.

Is that girl Kou again?
"I remember that Miss Kou has not yet left the cabinet, she is still a little girl, how could she think of going to Beiloufang to give porridge?"

Could it be Duan Shaoqing's support?
Emperor Xingyuan didn't have a deep impression of Duan Wensong, who was the young minister of the Taipu Temple, because Miss Kou had made a name for him.

Emperor Xing Yuan's question is actually a bit embarrassing.

These messages were passed on layer by layer. When it came to the Minister of the Ministry of War, it was very rare to know the identity of the person who gave the porridge. Who would ask the reason for the porridge giver?

Minister of the Ministry of War did not answer just now, his face was dull, and he secretly waited to see Meng Jijiu's joke.

Meng Jijiu cleared his throat: "I heard that Miss Kou wanted to thank the neighbors in Beiloufang for helping her find a cat..."

The Minister of War was stunned.

Why did the old man Meng Jijiu even inquire about this?

After hearing this, Emperor Xing Yuan was also shocked: "In order to thank her for helping her find a cat, do you give porridge and meat for four days?"

Are all the little girls this rich now?

Thinking about the treasury that was often stretched due to various expenditures, Emperor Xing Yuan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Meng Jijiu's affection for Xinyou increased sharply because of the matter of giving porridge to save people. After hearing Emperor Xingyuan's doubts, he casually said something nice: "Miss Kou is very business-minded. Horse bones, this is how I discovered Mr. Song Ling, the master of the story book, and since then, the business of the sparsely populated bookstore has been booming, with a lot of money...."

The Minister of War squinted at his chattering colleagues.

This old guy knows too much!

Emperor Xing Yuan listened and nodded: "It does have brains."

This Kou girl is smart, capable and able to drink, if she is a man, she must be a rare talent.

Emperor Xing Yuan flashed a regretful thought, and was startled suddenly.

A daughter can also achieve something, such as his queen.

Then he shook his head.

How many women like Xinxin are there in this world?

Several ministers looked at the emperor and nodded and shook their heads, and exchanged glances with each other.

What's the matter, the emperor?
Emperor Xingyuan quickly came back to his senses, and asked about the resettlement of the victims in Beiloufang, and just as a smile appeared on his face when he got a satisfactory answer, an urgent report came in.

Violent earthquakes occurred in the area of ​​Dingbei yesterday, and Bei'an County was the most serious. The whole city was in ruins, and it is difficult to count the casualties.In addition, many places in Dingbei were affected and traffic was blocked.

After reading the urgent report, Emperor Xing Yuan's face was ashen, and he helped his forehead.

"His Majesty--"

Emperor Xing Yuan raised his hand, suppressed the tumbling emotions and forced himself to be calm: "Wu Yanting, the commander of the Beijing camp, has entered the palace!"

Dingbei was severely affected by the disaster, and the roads were impassable. It was not just a matter of sending disaster relief ministers, but also a large number of soldiers.

As for the imperial envoys in charge of disaster relief, Emperor Xingyuan appointed two people, one was Pei Zuo, the minister of the household department, and the other was the second prince, King Qing.