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Chapter 174 Xu Scheming

Xu Wenbin went to see the victims without hesitation, and of course the others couldn't be lazy, so they went along with them.

Gucheng Zhou built tents in the south of Yong'an Mansion, where most of the poor lived.

Everyone held umbrellas and walked to the tent under the rain. What they saw made Xu Wenbin, Ji Sibo and others startled.

It is not accurate to say that it is a tent. It should be an oilcloth bag built with more than a dozen wooden pillars.

It rained continuously, and the accumulated water slowly flowed to the shed area. The ground in the shed area was wet, and there was still water in many places.

The ground was damp and uninhabitable, and people around the ancient city built simple bunk beds with wooden planks, which were divided into areas. Between the bunk beds, there was only a passage for one person to pass through.

At this moment, the victims were sitting on the bunk, with hesitation and helplessness in their expressions, and fear and despair in their eyes.Their faces were pale, their lips were dry, their cheeks were thin, and their clothes were patchy or ill-fitting.

There are men and women, old and young.In another open space in the shed area, a stove was built in that place, and a large pot was placed on the stove.

Few people talk in the shed area, and most of them lie on top of them to sleep. There is no food, and now it is difficult to even drink water. If you talk less, you can save a little more energy, and it is not easy to get thirsty.

Xu Wenbin and others were not frightened by the shabby sheds in front of them, but by the will to die in these victims.There was no hope in their eyes.

Xu Wenbin frowned fiercely, "Master Gu, didn't you say that there are only 120 or 3000 people who are homeless? There are no less than [-] people living here, right?"

It is densely packed with human heads, and there are definitely more than 1000 people crowded together.

Gucheng Zhou sighed, "Master Xu, it's not that the lower officials made a false report of the number, but that [-]% of the people here have no food at home, so they can only come here to eat some porridge. If they don't live here, the victims will not let them drink Porridge."

The shed area here was set up around the ancient city to house the homeless victims. He also united with Tongpan and others to take out the food stored in his own home to distribute food to these victims.

But their surplus food was not enough at all, and Gucheng Zhou asked the government servants to take the salaries of himself and several officials to other prefectures to buy food and come back. These disaster victims ate two meals a day, and each meal was guaranteed Thin porridge, just like that, at least lasted until Ji Sibo escorted the food.

Gucheng Zhou knew what was going on here, and because of his compassion, he didn't drive these victims away, but let people expand the shed again.

Everyone was silent for a while, and after a while, Ji Sibo asked, "Lord Gu, if the porridge shed is opened, can [-]% of the people here go home? I see a lot of people coughing, runny noses, and pale faces." It's red, I'm afraid it's sick."

After the flood, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to catch an epidemic, and the wind and cold are the most common.If it is not treated as soon as possible, it is easy to be infected with wind and cold and die. Once a person dies, the epidemic may change again.

It is best for sick people to be separated from healthy people. Everyone present knew this, but they didn't expect that other people were still immersed in discomfort. Ji Sibo had already made a suggestion.

Xu Wenbin glanced at Ji Sibo, his eyes dim, and then looked at Gucheng Zhou, and said in a tone that seemed to be discussing but was indisputable: "Master Gu, you should arrange for a doctor to come and let the doctor diagnose and treat the victims separately. They are not sick. Those who have homes, let them go home first. Those who are not sick and homeless, you let the soldiers build a shed in another place to house them."

After that, he looked at Ji Sibo, "Master Ji, I'm sorry to trouble you about building the shed and porridge shed."

Ji Sibo glanced at Xu Wenbin, nodded slightly, "Does Lord Gu still have wooden pillars and tarpaulins? If so, I will take the soldiers to build them."

Gucheng Zhou nodded again and again, "Yes, there are. I was afraid that there would be too many victims, so I gathered a lot of women and children who can embroider and sew a lot of tarpaulins. There are also wooden pillars. I'll let someone take you to get them."

Xu Wenbin said again, "After Mr. Ji has built the porridge shed, send someone to report that Mr. Gu and I will go to the warehouse with you to open a storehouse and bring out the grain to serve porridge."

Seeing that he had no other orders, Ji Sibo left in a hurry holding an umbrella.

Xu Wenbin looked at Zhuang Ping and Chu Lingjun again, and said gently, "Master Zhuang, Master Chu, there are many sick people among the disaster victims, and they need a lot of medicinal materials. Master Gu can't do without them. I beg you two to find a way." Collect medicinal materials, if you need money to buy them, write the list to me, and I will send someone to buy it."

Chu Lingjun's heart skipped a beat. The doctor hadn't come to diagnose and treat him yet, and he didn't even know what medicinal materials were needed. Why did they ask them to gather medicinal materials so quickly?

But Zhuang Ping on the side has already agreed, "Master Xu, please rest assured, we will go right away."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Chu Lingjun away regardless of previous suspicions. Chu Lingjun wanted to tell him that they were not familiar with Yong'an Mansion, and it would be better to leave this matter to Mr. Gu, but Zhuang Ping didn't wait for him to speak, so he pulled him away away.

Chu Lingjun showed a look of helplessness on his face, so he had no choice but to take him back to the magistrate's yamen, and find the yamen servant to lead the way.

After the three of them left, Xu Wenbin looked at Gucheng Zhou, "Master Gu, take me to see those victims, and let them know that the Holy Majesty has not forgotten them, and has always been thinking about them."

Gucheng Zhou nodded again and again, "Master Xu said yes, please, Master Xu."

After finishing speaking, he took Xu Wenbin and turned out from the corner.

The victims had known Gucheng Zhou for a long time, and when they saw Gucheng Zhou coming, they all looked at Gucheng Zhou excitedly and said, "Master Gu, when will the court release the food?"

Gu Chengzhou stretched out his hand to press down, and said loudly, "Everyone, please be safe and listen to me."

The victims gradually calmed down, staring at Gucheng Zhou together.

Zhou Duan could live in the ancient city, pointing to Xu Wenbin next to him and said: "This is Mr. Xu, Zuo Zhongcheng, the censor. He came here to relieve the disaster by the order of the Holy Majesty. Mr. Xu has just come to Yong'an Mansion, and he has come to visit you non-stop.

He brought relief food and saw that some of you were sick, so he sent someone to call a doctor to treat you.After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, those who are not sick and have a home should go home first.

For those who are sick and homeless, Mr. Xu has asked people to immediately build another shed for you to live in. He also asked people to build a porridge shed. After the doctor has checked your pulse, you can go to the porridge shed to get porridge.Why don't you come over soon and thank Mr. Xu? "

After hearing this, the victims were so excited that they knelt on the Datong bunk and kowtowed vigorously to Xu Wenbin, "Thank you, Master Qingtian, thank you, Master Qingtian."

The common people only knew the word "Master Qingtian", and thought it was praise, so they shouted like this one after another, with grateful eyes.

Xu Wenbin smiled modestly, and bowed his hands in the direction of the capital again, "It is the Holy Majesty who misses you, if you want to thank you, just kowtow to the emperor for his kindness."

So the victims kowtowed excitedly in the direction of the capital, shouting: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

(End of this chapter)