Dressed as the villain's stepmother

In recent days, because of the opening of a new store in the south of the city, Jiang Lianzhu visits the store every day and helps out from time to time.

As winter enters, the weather becomes colder and colder, and the bluestone bricks in the streets and alleys of the capital are covered with a thick layer of white frost.

In recent days, she has discovered that more and more refugees have begun to appear in the capital. Many of those who have taken refuge have become thin and disfigured. She does not know how many people have died due to hunger and cold along the way.

When Jiang Lianzhu came back that day, she met An Yi at the door who had just led someone back. The group was dusty and their heads and shoulders were covered with silvery white frost.

Only then did she realize that Liao Yunchuan had rushed back early because of herself.

An Yi and others greeted her and led the people through the door.Jiang Lianzhu greeted Xiao Yuan and Xiao Quan and asked them to prepare ginger soup for those who came back so that they could go away from the cold.

When I returned to the house, I saw Sanbao and Liao Yunchuan sitting there. In recent days, I don’t know if one of these people has colluded with whom. In the name of having a family meal together every day in the cold weather. They all came to her room.

"Mom, come quickly. Daddy asked the kitchen to make a lot of delicious food today." Seeing her come back, Sanbao greeted her warmly.

At this time, someone put all the food on the table, and the hot steam floated from each dish, making people watch their index fingers move.

It happened that there was something to discuss today. Jiang Lianzhu thought of the sallow and thin faces that a few people had seen recently. Because there were more refugees, most of the people who came to the medical center had either chilblains or the flu. The number of refugees increased, and the medical center was also very busy. Some feet don’t touch the ground.

It was also because of the large number of refugees that Jiang Lianzhu stipulated that as long as they were refugees, the medical clinic would not charge a consultation fee, and the medicinal materials would be supplied at the original price. After all, there were too many refugees, and she could not reduce the price for a huge amount of money. After all, she was also a businessman, so she could only say no. Make as much money as possible to help them.

"There have been a lot more refugees in the capital these days. Xiao Ping, if you take a break for the next few days, go and give porridge with your mother." Jiang Lianzhu looked at San Bao and suggested.

"Okay, we happen to have a rest tomorrow, so let's go tomorrow." Liao Xiaoping readily agreed.

The Master often said that one should care about the world and care about the country and the people. Liao Xiaoping's goal is to become a virtuous minister who will go down in history. Naturally, he cannot ignore the suffering of the people.

The second and third treasures were also very happy and immediately agreed.

Liao Yunchuan didn't say much, just looked at a few people with a smile: "In that case, let An Yi and Wu Tong follow them tomorrow. After all, there are too many refugees, so it is better to be safe if there is any accident."

Jiang Lianzhu also knew this truth, so she agreed directly.

The kitchen was ordered to prepare steamed buns one day in advance. Early the next morning, several people took a large pot and set it up at the entrance of the medical center to start cooking porridge.

Along the way, Jiang Lianzhu saw that people had begun to set up their shops and start giving porridge.Many refugees lined up in long queues, which showed that the pot of white porridge was not enough to share.

Jiang Lianzhu sighed in her heart and ordered a few people to make the porridge thicker. Because the shop was in a high-traffic area in the south of the city, there was no need to spread the news. Many people immediately noticed that they were cooking porridge, and they queued up after a while. There was a long queue.

The snow in the capital was not heavy, but a group of people in ragged clothes stood motionless outside, waiting quietly for them to cook a pot of porridge. They did not make a fuss or rush them, but silently let the snow fall on their heads and shoulders. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and watching the firelight dancing on the stove, it seemed that I had become numb to the suffering.

The fire cooked the porridge, and Wutong and Anyi took Sanbao and began to distribute steamed buns and porridge to the refugees.Jiang Lianzhu also became busy, and several people divided the work and cooperated. Sanbao and the children were responsible for distributing steamed buns, while Anyi Wutong and Jiang Lianzhu were responsible for serving porridge.

During this period, some local gangsters brought bowls from home and tried to take advantage, but An Yi drove them away.

In just an hour, the porridge in the big pot had reached the bottom, and all the steamed buns had been distributed.

Looking at the long queue of refugees, Jiang Lianzhu felt a little helpless.After all, her abilities are limited, but the number of refugees is too huge, and she can't help everyone.

After the white porridge and steamed buns were distributed, the refugees who didn't receive any had to leave with a grimace.

"Hey, wait a minute." Seeing a skinny woman holding a hungry little boy who could hardly walk, Liao Xiaole stopped her, then ran into the shop and gave her the unfinished pastry for breakfast this morning. They said, "If you don't mind it, I'll give you these to eat."

The woman looked at the delicately wrapped pastries with a look of surprise on her face. She took the pastries with trembling hands and with tears in her eyes, she thanked Liao Xiaole repeatedly: "Thank you, my benefactor, thank you, my benefactor."

After Liao Xiaole sent the mother and son away, he became depressed.

Because there were more refugees in the capital, the rice merchants in the capital took the opportunity to raise the price of rice to five times the original price, making it clear that they wanted to take advantage of the national crisis to make money.

But some people couldn't stand this style of work, and it didn't take long for the matter to be reported to the emperor by the official.

When the emperor heard about this, Long Yan was furious. The refugees from the south gathered in the capital precisely because they believed in the emperor. Now, at the emperor's feet, someone is deliberately driving up the price of food. If they really want to be investigated, the emperor's reputation will be ruined.

Therefore, the emperor specially sent Liao Yunchuan to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Unfortunately, all rice prices in the capital have risen, and more than half of the grain shops are owned by the prime minister.

Maybe he has spent a lot of money on things recently, so the Prime Minister has taken a lot of actions recently. Not only did he take the opportunity to raise the price of grain, but he also raised the price of cloth in the village, hoping to take advantage of this weather to make a lot of money.

After Liao Yunchuan checked out all the shops, he did not implicate the prime minister. He was still as cunning as ever and pushed out a few scapegoats.

However, both the emperor and Liao Yunchuan were well aware of this matter. They did not have that much energy to go to Uncle Shenli, so they only took this opportunity to seal several of his shops, and then took out part of the grain from the treasury and distributed it to Various families in the capital offer porridge.

Not surprisingly, Jiang Lianzhu also received a hundred kilograms of rice, but she also knew that this hundred kilograms of rice would not last long. At most, it would be enough to cook for two or three days, but it was better than nothing.

At the same time, Jiang Lianzhu asked Liu Qingqing to set up a shop to serve porridge. For a while, Jiang Lianzhu was praised as a living Bodhisattva by the people.

As rice supplies become less and less, some shops can no longer support the expenses of providing porridge, and the white porridge they cook becomes thinner and thinner. Most of the shops that provide porridge have closed down.