Need for money

Under the orderly command of the members of the Lin family and Zhang Jia and others, the construction of the canal went smoothly. Tens of thousands of refugees gathered in the wasteland. Those who dug the canal dug the canal, those who pulled carts, and those who pulled carts in Hirata, were working in full swing. .

Because the Lin family is in charge of the meals, these refugees no longer worry about being starved to death. Gradually, their expressions are no longer numb and become colorful, especially those children who are only a few years old. Groups of five gathered together to fight and fight, laughing and laughing, all around.

Lin Jingzhi and Aunt Yu walked among the crowd, stopping from time to time to chat with people, and in the seemingly ordinary conversation, they got the news they wanted to know.

Once a person gets busy, he always feels that time passes quickly. He is still busy chatting with people and collecting information, while the smoke from the cooking has already risen up.

Smiling and saying goodbye to the man opposite, Lin Jingzhi walked towards the place where the smoke rose, "Yu'er, it's getting late, are you hungry?"

Early this morning, Lin Jingzhi and Aunt Yu rushed to the wasteland. The two of them just ate a steamed bun and drank a bowl of rice porridge, just like Zhang Jia and others, that's why he asked this question.

"No, in fact, I think the rice porridge and steamed buns for the refugees are quite delicious." Aunt Yu has been following Lin Jingzhi, not daring to be careless. Now someone wants to occupy the property of the Lin family, who knows for sure. They will use assassination methods, and being in the noisy crowd is the most likely to cause accidents.

Lin's porridge is not only rich in rice grains, but also mixed with red beans and sea salt, so the taste is naturally good.

"Well, I also think it's good." Lin Jingzhi really regarded the refugees as human beings. A while ago, he thought about buying some vegetables to supplement the nutrition of the refugees, but when he asked about the price later, ordinary vegetables were expensive It was dozens of times more expensive than before the disaster, so he had to give up this plan.

The two came to the cooking place, met Shi Mo who was in charge of the kitchen, waved their hands, and signaled the dozens of servants in the kitchen to continue their work, but let Shi Mo follow by his side.

Due to time constraints, the servants of the Lin family just built a simple wooden shed here to make a kitchen. There are no walls around, just to ensure that the top does not leak. There are seven or eight stoves in total, all of which are dug with shovels. When they came out, they were dug on several small mounds about half the height of a person. The iron pot used to cook porridge for the refugees was very large. At this time, water and rice were put in, the pot was covered, and it was standing on the The stove top and the bottom of the stove are filled with sticks of firewood, and at the same time as flames burst out, there is also a crackling sound.

The chimney hole dug above the stove was a bit small, and a few wisps of thick black smoke came out from under the stove.

"Shi Mo, are the rice grains that have been put into the pot recently measured according to the weight of the past few days?" Lin Jingzhi pointed to the cauldron with a caliber of about four feet, and asked, because he was talking about serious business, his expression was very serious.

"Yes, the serving size has not changed. Second Master, didn't you say that feeding the refugees is more important than anything else. This sentence has always been kept in my heart." Shi Mo replied respectfully.

To open up wasteland and dig canals, it is impossible to go hungry, so Lin Jingzhi said this sentence to Shi Mo more than once, and also settled for the servants in the kitchen.

And if the Lin family cut down the amount of cooked rice so severely that the people would not be able to eat enough, then sooner or later they would give up on the Lin family as if they were treating the imperial court.

"Just keep it in your heart. This is the most important thing, and nothing can go wrong. In addition, you also remember it for me. No matter what happens in the future, it will always be a top priority to let them eat their stomachs." Luo There are nearly [-] refugees in the city. If there is a civil uprising because of lack of food, it will be terrible. Moreover, these refugees stayed here precisely because the Lin family opened a shed to help the porridge. If there is any trouble, The Lin family can't escape the relationship.

Food is the sky of the people, if there is no food, it will definitely break the sky.

Not far from the stove, Lin Jingzhi saw a sack, stepped forward and opened it, only to find that it was filled with sea salt. In modern times, this is called coarse salt, and it is not as iodized as salt in the city. Snow white finely crushed.

The sea salt was in granular form, the big one was half the size of a finger, the small one was about the size of a soybean, and it was white in color. He stretched out his hand and picked up a few handfuls, but there was no sand or other debris. It can be seen that the sea salt was given to the refugees in the kitchen. It is relatively high-end.

"Second Master, this is the official salt that the chief executive bought the day before the news of the locust plague in the north reached Los Angeles. The quality is high and the price is not low." Because the profit of selling salt is huge, and it is It is indispensable in common people's homes, so it has been operated by the government. However, because the price sold by the government is relatively high, there are many salt dealers in private, and the price they sell is often only about half of the official salt.

However, since the smuggled salt dealers did not have much in stock, and the Lin family needed a large amount, the chief steward would only buy the sea salt from the official family.

"Well, it's impossible for the people to eat without salt, and it doesn't matter if the price is higher." Lin Jingzhi put the salt back into the sack, rolled his mouth a few times and tucked it in, to prevent dust from floating in from the sack.

On the other side of the stove, there are dozens of sacks neatly stacked. Some sacks have small holes in their bodies. It can be clearly seen that there are red beans inside. A few red beans fell from the small holes and scattered on the ground. superior.

The price of red beans is much higher than that of rice, which shows that the Lin family is very benevolent. When the Los Angeles government and other wealthy businessmen opened sheds to help porridge, the rice grains were counted and put into the pot, let alone red beans.

"Shi Mo, Second Master, I'm a little hungry, do you have any steamed buns left over from the morning?" Lin Jingzhi saw that the ingredients in the kitchen were well prepared, and he was very relieved of Shi Mo's ability to handle affairs, and walked aside sat down and said.

"This?" Shi Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he replied, "Second Master, as you, how can you eat leftover steamed buns? How about I make arrangements for them to cook a bowl of red bean and millet porridge for you first?" Pad your stomach, think it won't be long before the guards in the house will bring you the food."

"No, just bring me a steamed bun. This wilderness is not a place where status, etiquette and ostentation are important." Lin Jingzhi said, beckoning, motioning for Aunt Yu to sit beside him.

Shi Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and after a while, he picked out a clean-looking white flour steamed bun from the big basket on the other side of the wooden shed.

After receiving the steamed bun, Lin Jingzhi broke it in half, handed the half to Aunt Yu, stuffed the half into his mouth, and chewed it twice. Although it didn't leave his lips and teeth fragrant, it still had a natural delicacy. He said with satisfaction: " Well, yes, this steamed bun tastes really good."

Aunt Yu didn't refuse, she stretched out her hand to take it, and lifted a corner of the veil with her other small hand, because there were outsiders present, she couldn't break the etiquette, so she ate in small bites.

Not long after the two of them sat down, they only ate half of the steamed buns in their hands. Shi Mo suddenly gasped, pointed in the direction of Luocheng and said, "Second Master, the guards from the house are here, and they probably brought you some food." here comes."

Lin Jingzhi followed Shi Mo's hand and looked around. On the official road in the distance, there were more than a dozen guards of the Lin family riding tall horses, galloping towards this side, and dust was raised all over the sky where the horses' hooves stepped...

After watching for a while, Lin Jingzhi stood up slowly, frowned and thought, no, these guards are not here to deliver food, otherwise they wouldn't have to run so eagerly, and they didn't carry any food boxes in their hands.

Could it be that something major happened in the mansion?