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Chapter 97 Natural Disaster

In mid-July, as soon as the rain stopped for several days, a major news spread across the market.

The two owners of Wanbaolou and Baibaozhai raised 70,000 taels of silver to donate it to the government. Princess Yong'an supervised it on his behalf and purchased grain, oil and clothing to provide pensions to the affected people.

For a time, from the literati to the poor people, everyone praised Su Shi and Prince Su as a wise man of a generation. Zhao Tianluo even wanted to meet the saint and ask for a signboard with an imperial pen for Wanbaolou. This was naturally rejected, and it was very meaningful to do good deeds without seeking fame.

The reason why Baibaozhai was that when Miss Shen, a shameless person, sent the money to the royal palace, secretly filled in 10,000 taels and brought her own sign with her.

But at least it was doing good deeds, and Cao Hua didn't care.

With such a great reputation, there are naturally countless high-ranking officials and nobles visiting him. He never showed up from beginning to end. In order to cover up his identity, he had to stop seeing guests on the grounds of preparing for the spring exam next year. With Princess Yong'an as a shield, no one would bother him.

It is natural to look at the effect after spending money. On July 13th, he got on a carriage and went outside Weizhou to check the situation on the grounds of patrol. If someone dared to take his kickbacks, he could kill several corrupt officials to clean up.

The Weizhou Gate is located in the northwest corner of Bianjing, and the distance is still far.

On a rare sunny day, he also wanted to go out for breath, so he brought all three maids with him.

Han'er acted as a driver to drive the car, with his sword hanging on his waist and his eyes sharply looking like a hero with a ill-gotten plot. Li Bairen carries the Nine-ring Sword, followed by more than ten dog legs. There are not many people, but they are all elites among the Black Feather Guards.

The carriage was very lively. Yutang rarely went out of the "far door" and kept lying on the car window to look at it. When passing Daliangmen, he chattered: "Young Master, I used to live outside the city, but later I was sent to the city by my father and I have been to this place."

It is common for poor families to sell their daughters to wealthy families as maids. If the owner is good, it is a good home. Yutang and Luzhu are from similar backgrounds. When they were bought by Han'er, they were still young. At first, they were really worried for a long time. Now they are used to it. They can't remember what happened when they were young, and they ask someone to send some broken silver every month, but they can't talk about missing them.

Cao Hua sat in the carriage and looked at the two little girls: "Luzhu, why are you like a dull gourd? Look at how lively Yutang is, I don't eat people."

Luzhu sat on the side of the carriage in a proper manner, and didn't know where to put his hands. He was even more restrained when he heard this, and lowered his head and whispered: "Young Master doesn't eat people, I know."

Han'er outside was quite helpless: "Young Master, Luzhu has always been like this. Three sticks cannot beat one... in one sentence."

He almost said the wrong thing, Han'er's face was nervous, afraid that the young master would hear something.

Cao Hua got up and sat down at the edge of the car. Han'er quickly straightened his back and sat upright without any negligence.

The same is true on the street. There were people coming and going, but when they saw the Black Feather Guards' team, they retreated.

It took a long time since I handled official business, Cao Hua thought for a while: "Han'er, is there any news about the yamen recently?"

Han'er thought for a moment and answered seriously with the whip: "Well... there have been no gangsters in the capital recently, but there is some movement outside. There is something wrong with Liangshan, and several village leaders were killed. Jianghu said it was the work of the young master, and the local spies suspected that they were killing each other, but they did not find out the specific information."

There are many people who poured dirty water on him in the world, and Cao Hua didn't take it seriously, just raised his eyebrows: "Is that hero who died?"

"hero.."

Han'er blinked and turned her head to look at the young master. He obviously felt that it was inappropriate to call Liangshan traitor a "hero".

"Pretty son, the short-legged tiger Wang Ying was dismembered, his head disappeared, Jinmao tiger Yanshun was shaved into a bald head but was not dead. I heard that the green-eyed tiger Li Yun was beaten and almost blinded..."

Cao Hua's face was strange: "Why are all tigers, Wu Song?"

Han'er was also inexplicably: "All of them are famous bandits in the green forest. Wu Song is a registered disciple of Zhou Tong. It is possible in terms of skills, but Wu Song is also a traitor in Liangshan. If the young master said, it might be a killing of oneself."

Cao Hua thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he didn't take it to heart: "Don't worry about him, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Pay attention to the important roads to Liangshan. If you find Lin Chong's traces, stop them in time."

"No." Han'er nodded seriously.

At noon, we arrived outside Weizhou.

At this time, several porridge sheds under the city wall had been opened, and a hundred large pots were steaming. There were banners from various families, including gentry, chamber of commerce, and officials. Occasionally, officials or masters of the family came out to show their faces to serve a few bowls of porridge, and then they greeted each other politely.

Whether it is a scene or not, at least things have been done, Cao Hua didn't think it was wrong. It was a problem to stand on the commanding heights of morality and let others do good deeds without leaving their reputation.

In the wilderness outside the city, thousands of refugees who heard the news gathered together, lined up neatly under the scolding of the officers, hunched clothes and pale faces and thin skin. The half-aged child was squatting on the ground naked and waiting in a daze, all over, muddy as if he had just come out of the paddy field.

It’s not cold in July, but there are too many people around, and the children dare not make noise. They just grab the corners of adults’ clothes and wait. Some children also have thatched clothes on the back of their clothes, and whenever nobles pass by adults, they ask.

Yu Tang looked at it for a while and suddenly giggled: "Young Master, I used to stand like this, and I really hoped to be bought by the beautiful lady at that time. Later, Sister Han'er came over, and I was happy for a long time, but it was a pity..."

I didn't dare to say it later because Han'er coughed gently.

Cao Hua could only shake his head and smile bitterly at this. Poor families would definitely not be able to accept buying their children, but this is true for the world. Fortunately, there are still people who can help them if they suffer troubles near the capital, and they can always get through the hard days.

The carriage passed by in front of the porridge shop, but the black-feather guard's outfit was very eye-catching. Even the rural village man knew to avoid it when he saw Li Bairen holding a nine-ring sword. The porridge shed with the "Wanbaolou, Baibaozhai" was in the middle, and a lot of clothes were placed for refugees to collect, because the cotton jacket was sent directly in early autumn, so that he would not be able to wear clothes to death after winter.

Looking up, the few rascals under Song Changqiu were busy, and he still couldn't change his cursing temperament, but he didn't dare to neglect his work. At this time, the person who served the porridge was a man in his forties, wearing gold and jade, and had a hooked nose. He was the head of the Shen family. This kind of good thing that accumulated good deeds was naturally sought after by merchants. In the future, he could have a topic of discussion when he met a high-ranking official.

The person who distributed clothes next to him was Chen Jingliu, but after disguising himself, he was dressed up in a woman's dress with a flower cloth, and he was very happy to smile. The ruffians under his hands knew Chen Jingliu, and he knew that he was protecting him without any instruction, so as not to disturb the crazy thief who was worried about this sympathetic aunt.

When the carriage passed by, Chen Jingliu looked up at him, not daring to move too much, just blinked.

Cao Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the short and charming last time, and couldn't help but feel excited. He raised his hand and gestured, then glanced at a part of her body, revealing a meaningful smile.

Chen Jingliu suddenly lost his good face and turned his head to ignore it, which was very meaningful, "What can you do to me if you get the money?"

I really don’t feel sorry for doing good deeds with men’s money.

In front of everyone, Cao Hua could not go up to teach a lesson, so he had to look at him and then walked forward along the porridge shed.

The Wang family and the Li family also set up a porridge shed, but the two young men were not present, but the elders in the family were here to stay. They were originally going to turn around and find an opportunity to take advantage of Miss Chen's place, but a temporary shed was found on the outside of the porridge shed, and many people wearing scholars gathered inside.

Seeing this, he was inexplicably surprised. After a brief look, he found that these talented men who were full and were actually brewing poems next to many refugees.

"Yutang, give me the sword."

"Okay."

Yutang quickly searched in the carriage and took out the snow-white sword given by the emperor.

Han'er suddenly became interested and took the lead with his sword: "Young Master, you are waiting here for these scholars who are powerless. I have been tolerating them for a long time."

Cao Hua hung his sword on his waist: "No, you guys are waiting here, I'll go over and pretend to be a pussy... Bah, just leave after showing your face."

Han'er and the more than ten Black Feather Guards were immediately listless. They were beaten up by the young master these days. They finally met soft persimmons and could show off in front of the young master. It seems that there is no chance.

In the shed built at this time, there were guardians of officials on the outside. Many literati gathered in it, Yue Jinyu and Fan Chenglin were all there, so naturally Yuchi Hu was indispensable.

The person sitting in the middle was Princess Yong'an, listening to Li Shishi's piano music carefully.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with my wine~ I don't know what palace in the sky, and what year it will be~..."

The sound is like a nightingale, touching heart.

Zhou Bangyan clapped his palms with folded fan and nodded from time to time, with his eyes open to praise.

The end of a song.

Zhao Tianluo nodded slightly: "This song of Miss Shishi is perfectly matched with Su Shi's lyrics. Thank you for your hard work."

Li Shishi hurriedly bowed: "The princess was too rewarded, so she decided to compose the music without telling her. I hope the princess will not blame her."

"It's okay." Zhao Tianluo held up his easygoing attitude: "If Mr. Su is here, he will also like it."

Many talents also praised them.

Master Yuchi was worried that he could not speak. When he saw a familiar figure walking over and immediately came to his senses.

"In Yuchi's opinion, Su Shi's poems are just like this. I miss me, Cao Badou Cao Gong..."

This is deliberately provoking trouble.

Sure enough, Zhao Tianluo was furious before he finished speaking: "Yuchi Hu, get out of here."

The Grand Official Yuchi helped the scarf above his head and looked around with great strength.

Several Lin Fengyang's classmates and friends had not recovered from the sudden death of Lin Fengyang. Hearing this, his face turned pale: "Cao Thief is disregarding human life and kills Mr. Lin with nonsense, we..."

While I was talking, my shoulder was patted.

The scholar turned around angrily and saw the smiling Kyoto Taisui standing in front of him.
Chapter completed!
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