Need for money

In the morning, there were only more than 6000 refugees who came here to receive meals, but now there are 6000 people. For two hundred people, the government also used large wooden barrels to hold gruel, and each person also put a steamed bun.

Lin Jingzhi walked up to take a look, and shook it slightly, no wonder no one came here to line up, it turned out that the porridge here is really thin, the official scooped it down with an iron spoon, and it was not seen at all How many rice grains are all water, and the facial features of people can be clearly seen from the light rice soup.

The steamed buns are dark yellow, obviously mixed with a lot of coarse grains, and are small in size, only the size of an adult man's fist. That is to say, one steamed bun on the Lin's side is worth the two on this side.

"Young Master Lin, you have some time to relax. You still have time to hang around the government." At this moment, a familiar, oily voice came to his ears. Xiu was also here, and he didn't see it just now because his line of sight was blocked by several officers and soldiers.

Turning his eyes slightly, Lin Jingzhi smiled and said, "It turns out that Mr. Zhang is also here. In fact, Lin just came here to look in the mirror and comb the silk on his hair."

As soon as this remark came out, Aunt Yu burst out laughing with a 'puchi'.

The officers and soldiers surrounding them couldn't help laughing, covering their mouths and laughing.

"You" Zhang Xiu's face turned red in an instant, and she looked in the mirror with the porridge. Isn't this just deliberately mocking the fact that the porridge on the imperial court's side is too thin.

But anger turned to anger, but he couldn't find the words to refute, because the porridge from the government's side, compared with the porridge from the Lin's, was like washing pot water.

At this moment, there was a sound of splashing water suddenly, and everyone looked over.

I saw a refugee who had just received the porridge from the government, just drank a few mouthfuls of the porridge, and then spilled it on the ground, and then walked towards the back of the Lin family's food line while biting the yellow steamed bun .

Slightly taken aback, Lin Jingzhi then burst out laughing. He really didn't expect that someone planned to receive steamed buns and porridge on both sides, but thinking about it, this is also reasonable, because the meals served by the court are really very delicious. It's hard to eat a full belly.

Originally Zhang Xiu was sent by Wang Meng to monitor the Lin family, but when he saw this, his face instantly turned purple, he flicked his sleeves, and strode away, even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't stand thousands of people staring Contemptuous eyes.

Comparing the two, at this time, in the eyes of the refugees, the Lin family's status is obviously much higher than that of the imperial court.

Watching Zhang Xiu leave, Lin Jingzhi turned his head to look at the refugees lined up on the side of the government. After watching for a while, he really saw the way. It turned out that most of the refugees lined up on the side of the government were already extremely hungry. I haven't eaten for a long time. Seeing that there are few people here, I can get food earlier, so I am ranked here.

And almost all of them will go to Lin's to line up after getting food.

Seeing this clearly, Lin Jingzhi smiled wryly. Isn't this the same as the Lin family slapping the imperial court face to face?

Leaving the porridge shed on the government's side, Lin Jingzhi walked towards his home again. When he was about to approach, a child's voice came from his ear. Looking over his head, it turned out that it was a family talking together.

The one who spoke first was a six or seven-year-old girl with two braids on her hair and wearing a coarse cloth shirt with patches attached to it. It can be seen that those patches were not sewn on because of holes in the clothes. Yes, but the clothes were originally sewn into a large piece of fabric with patches and then cut.

"Mother, this steamed bun is really delicious. There is also this bowl of porridge with red beans in it. It smells so good. Mother, do you think our family will be able to eat such delicious food every day in the future?" The little girl was held in her mother's arms, eating and asking questions.

"Yes, didn't you hear from the uncles over there that the Luocheng Lin family will keep food here? It will be until March next year." The woman saw a few drops of porridge and rice dripping from the corner of the child's mouth when she saw the child talking. , he raised his sleeve and wiped it clean for her.

It turned out that the food provided by the Lin family for the refugees was even better than what they used to eat at home!

"That would be great, but it would be great if they could keep putting this kind of porridge with red beans here, and white steamed buns...cough" the little girl said with a look of yearning, and was suddenly slipped into her mouth. He choked on the gruel in his throat and coughed again and again.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly beat her daughter's back.

"Shut up and eat obediently." At this time, the daughter's father opened his mouth and glared at him fiercely. Seeing this, the woman quickly lowered her head and fed her daughter obediently. The little girl seemed to be very scared too. My own father dared not speak any more.

However, the little girl's grandfather frowned and cursed, "I don't want to have a good meal when I'm a dead girl, I just think about those good things that fall from the sky, hmph, if I didn't happen to meet a wealthy family in Los Angeles who kindly opened a shed Porridge, I will definitely sell you!"

"That's right, there's that foodie who can only make girls' movies!" The girl's grandmother also answered.

After being scolded, the woman and the little girl didn't dare to answer back. They lowered their heads and fell silent. The little girl's father raised his brows, "Father, mother, eat, don't talk!"

After all, the middle-aged man glanced at his wife and daughter, his eyes were gentle, and there was no trace of viciousness in his eyes.

The old couple muttered a few more words in a low voice before they stopped.

In this era, men are superior to women, girls have no status, and daughter-in-laws who have not given birth to sons will also be scolded by their in-laws and husbands. Lin Jingzhi understands this, so he doesn't have much disgust for the old man and old lady.

And from their conversations, I learned that my kindly donating porridge prevented the family from selling their own flesh and blood when they had nowhere to go, which was considered a merit.

Aunt Yu was obviously very dissatisfied with the old couple's contempt for their daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and raised her brows, but this is a family matter, and she couldn't speak for anyone.

Except for this family, there are many common people's families all around, all gathered together in a circle, talking in a low voice, and most of them have happy smiles on their faces.

At this time, someone's voice reached Lin Jingzhi's ears again.

"There are so many good people in Los Angeles. Not only are there rich and powerful families like the Lin family that help the common people, but there are also pharmacies like Jishengtang that only charge capital. They are really a blessing for refugees."

The speaker was an old man around 50 years old, who was supporting an old woman of his age with a slightly pale face, and walked out from the gate of the city.

"Where is that pharmacy called Jishengtang?" A middle-aged man passed by the old man, overheard the conversation, and hurried back, asking urgently.

The old man stopped and asked suspiciously, "Why, are you sick too?"

"No, it's my mother who is sick. No, I'm going to buy medicine in the city." The man replied.

"Then why don't you take the old man with you? Don't let the doctor see, what if you took the wrong medicine?" The old man didn't answer, but blamed dissatisfiedly.

There was a blush on the dark face of the middle-aged man, and he lowered his head in shame, "I also fled here from the north, and I don't have much money on me."

In many pharmacies, a fee is charged for the pulse diagnosis, and another fee is charged for the purchase of medicines. Especially for these poor people, the pharmacists are afraid that they will not be able to afford medicines after they know about their illness, so they will charge for the consultation fee.

"It's okay, young man, the doctor in Jishengtang doesn't charge for consultation, only the money for medicine, and it's very cheap. Hurry up, hurry up and help your mother go with you." The old man was beaming when he said this , very excited, obviously very happy to have such a kind pharmacy in Los Angeles.

The grown-up man's eyes brightened when he heard the words, and he quickly asked the exact location of the medicine shop, turned around, put his mother on his back, and hurried towards the city.

Lin Jingzhi and Aunt Yu looked at each other knowingly, and they both smiled. The more kind drugstore shopkeepers, the better.

After staying at the gate of the city for a while, seeing that nothing had happened, Lin Jingzhi and Aunt Yu walked back to the city. To be honest, Lin Jingzhi was really tired after running around the city for a day. At the mansion, someone came up to meet them and told them that Mrs. Lin was worried that Lin Jingzhi would be hungry after a busy day, so she ordered the kitchen to open earlier, and she was waiting for him to eat in the dining room.

Aunt Yu didn't wait for Lin Jingzhi to ask her to have dinner with her, so she said her goodbyes first. She likes a quieter place, not to mention going to a big restaurant, and she has to pay attention to so many rules.

Lin Jingzhi also understood this truth, so he didn't persuade him anymore. After the two separated, he went straight to the restaurant. Due to the heavy exercise today, he was really hungry. When he came to the restaurant, Tang Yuxiang was also there. , very consciously stood up, greeted him, helped him arrange his clothes, and took a cotton towel soaked in water from the maid to help him clean his face.

Surprisingly, seeing Tang Yuxiang's docile face, Lin Jingzhi didn't suspect that this woman was so considerate because she asked him something.

"Second Master, my concubine made you a few plates of medicinal food to nourish your body today, and you should eat more later." Tang Yuxiang wiped her hands with the cotton towel used to clean Lin Jingzhi's face, and smiled softly.

Lin Jingzhi nodded, and replied, "Okay, I'm really hungry today."

"Look at you, I told you a long time ago that you must pay more attention to your body, but you just don't obey." Mrs. Lin sat on the chair, glared at her grandson reproachfully, and then urged: "Hurry up when you are hungry." Sit down and eat, and go back to the house early to rest when you are full."

"En." Lin Jingzhi responded with a smile, and sat down. Lin Zhou stood aside, quickly picked up a piece of meat dish, and put it into the bowl in front of him.

First, he nodded politely to Mrs. Lin Zhou, and then Lin Jingzhi picked up the bamboo chopsticks to eat. Seeing that he was eating quickly, Tang Yuxiang also stretched out his hand to help him serve the dishes together.

When the meal was more than halfway through, Lin Jingzhi suddenly remembered what the old man said at the gate of the city, wiped his mouth, and said, "Grandma, have you ever heard that there is a Jisheng family in Los Angeles?" Hall? Before my grandson went home, I heard an old man say that the medicines sold in this Jishengtang only charge the cost.”

Mrs. Lin thought about it, and shook her head, but she had no impression, but Tang Yuxiang shook her little hand, and almost threw the bamboo chopsticks on the ground.