Bandit girl unscrupulous: kidnap a prince to farm

Chapter 82 090 Finding is Happiness
Dawangzhuang is surrounded by thick wooden piles, the height of which is as high as a person, and the top has been sharpened. No one can pass through it. There are not many refugees outside. They come here in twos and threes to have a look. From the cracks in the fence, seeing the thick and tough man guarding the outside, and the empty fields inside, many refugees chose to turn around and leave.

Dawangzhuang is not an important town in the first place, and there are few refugees who come here. Besides, there are men in the family leading the charge. A good look can scare many people away, but it is different in the accountant's office.

Lou Shaoqing went to Lintao for the past two days, saying that some military equipment was needed there, so he personally led people to send it there under pressure to prevent refugees from rioting on the road and looting things.

Although Mu Jinxuan was a little worried, she still let him go, and she took someone to the accountant's room.

On the once bustling streets, there are now no merchants with stalls, even open shops, and caravans are gone, leaving only groups of refugees crowded in dark corners, with their faces buried in their sleeves In the depths, the gaze peeks out from the cold shadows, staring at the passing pedestrians.

Mu Jinxuan frowned, and quickly walked towards Dongfeng Yixiao, Xu Xiaoer followed quickly, and the two walked in through the back door.

Dongfeng Yixiao also closed the door, and it’s not uncommon for the refugees to smash and loot. They were so hungry that maybe it would be useless for them to close the door, so Xue Ping and Zhou Yi who stayed in Dongfeng Yixiao were very anxious.

Seeing Mu Jinxuan coming in, the two quickly went up to meet them: "Miss, you are here, what should I do!" Xue Ping had a beard around his mouth, and the anxious person lost a lot of weight, and Zhou Yi was also there. While not speaking, his thin and tall body was stuck there without saying a word, like a bamboo pole.

Mu Jinxuan checked the things in the store and found that there was still a lot, but they were all dry goods and food, so she was not afraid to put them away.

After she calmed down a bit, Mrs. Li and Mrs. Wang also came out, met the young lady, and served tea with their own hands.

Mu Jinxuan thought for a while, and said to Xue Ping, "Has martial law been imposed on the accountant?"

Xue Ping nodded: "It's martial law. That Mr. Lou Wulou leads people to patrol the streets every day, but what the refugees should rob is still to be robbed. When the robbing is over, the people who patrol the streets over there will have already disappeared. At most Can catch a few slow ones."

Mu Jinxuan nodded, it will be easier when the martial law is under, at least the refugees can't come in, but they can go out.

Although Prince Jing was a martial artist, he was quite impatient when dealing with Lou Shaoqing and himself, saying that he would let his son go if he didn't want his son, but he was very conservative when dealing with refugees.

"Sister-in-law, order some of our food, and then make porridge, the more you cook, the better, put it at the door for serving!"

"What?" Xue Ping squeezed in, persuading: "Miss, we are not Bodhisattvas, and our brothers also have to eat. I don't know when this matter will be over, and we still can't eat enough!"

The little girl waved her hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, they can't let them eat this porridge for nothing."

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to understand something, and asked tentatively: "Miss, if these refugees have money, they wouldn't be called refugees anymore. Since they have no money to make, then Miss is trying to find someone?"

Mu Jinxuan nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, tell them that if they want to eat enough, they will work for us, and the monthly salary will be half of the wages of long-term workers. They are refugees, and they may not live here for a long time. Gao, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with in the future, after all, he is not from his own village."

Zhou Yi nodded: "What the young lady ordered is that we go down and prepare now. I wonder what the young lady plans to do with these people?"

"Tell them to build a factory, and send someone back to tell Third Uncle. Third Uncle naturally knows what to do. We will count the number of people here in the past two days, and then Third Uncle will do it again to avoid mistakes."

Several people nodded and then split up.

To be honest, an agricultural society does not need an industrial society. In this era, Grandpa Mao’s extra-birth policy is still good, because population is the primary productive force, which refers to this era. If she wants to expand her business, she needs people. , many, many people, farming, building houses, management, crystal clear, she needs too much.

Not long after, several large pots of hot porridge were placed at the door. The steaming and fragrant porridge soon attracted the attention of the surrounding refugees. They crowded around the big pot with hopeful eyes, wishing they could jump straight away. into a boiling hot pan.

"Don't worry, everyone has a share, line up, get the bowl, and come back to get it after eating enough, don't delay the people behind to eat!" Xue Ping yelled, holding a spoon, people greedily glanced at the hot porridge, and then took another look Xue Ping's face was full of flesh, but he still obediently went to line up.

The long snakes are all refugees in ragged clothes, pots and pans, broken earthen pots, and everything else, all stretched their necks, just for the steaming bowl of hot porridge in the cauldron.

Mu Jinxuan stood behind the man and watched little by little. The sisters-in-law helped to serve the porridge, repeating the little lady's words over and over again. After a while, many people followed Zhou Yi to report.

People have to live, even if they have no house or land, even if they have no clothes and no food to eat, what they pray for in their hearts is just the most primitive instinct, to live!
Mu Jinxuan just looked at the people in front of her holding the hot porridge with tears in her eyes, ignoring that her tongue was burning red, and she gulped it down, as if it was the most beautiful delicacy in the world, but in fact, it was just It's just plain porridge.

In the era of war, it is not easy to live, but we still have to live.

At the end of the day, Dongfeng Yixiao's inventory dropped by 1/3, and the number of refugees decreased by half. The crowded streets became deserted. Lou Wu rode a tall horse, standing under a tall poplar tree, looking solemnly at Dongfeng Yixiao's shop.

The horse stomped its hooves anxiously, Lou Wu stretched out his hand and patted the horse's back, feeling a sense of solemnity in his heart.

His Royal Highness left him in the counting room just for the sake of the concubine's shop, but what the concubine has done now has saved the entire counting room, how can he not be moved by this?

Lou Wu patted the horse's head skillfully, the horse shook its head and became quiet.

The world is so big, there are so many living beings, and there is only one person who is worthy of His Highness. Even though you have three wives and four concubines, you are still merciful everywhere. Yuelao allows you to have peach blossoms everywhere, but the red thread only leads you. One is worth tens of millions, if you find it, you will be happy for a lifetime, if you can't find it, you will be lonely for a lifetime.

Lou Shaoqing, who was far away in Lintao, read the letter from Lou Wu, pursed his lips, and took a deep breath.

The corners of the mouth curled up slightly, but there were mixed feelings in his heart. This is his woman, who should have hidden her on the tip of her heart like Mu Jinyan, protecting, loving, and cherishing her, but the little guy turned her back to help her. Caring for him, protecting him, putting him on the tip of my heart, aching and loving.

Lou Shaoqing's eyes were a little red, he took a deep breath, took a pen and wrote four letters, one to the little girl, one to Lou Wu, one to the elder brother, and one to the father.

Under the night, four pigeons of different colors flew out of Lintao Mansion, galloped away in four different directions, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

Lou Shaoqing quietly looked at the pigeon with the letter from the little girl, his eyes followed and intertwined, wishing he could grow wings and follow the pigeon away.

(End of this chapter)