The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Shang Xi smiled: "I know you can talk, but given our relationship, please don't flatter me."

Yuhua said, "Is that just flattery? It was winter then, and those refugees were much more miserable than these people. It was so cold, so freezing that the breath they exhaled was white. If you poured a bucket of water on the ground, it would freeze into ice immediately. They had to light stoves to keep warm indoors, but those people sleeping on the street actually survived."

Shang Xi also nodded and sighed: "Yes! It shows how tenacious human vitality is! At that time, even if you wanted to survive by eating grass, you couldn't."

"It was your white flour buns that saved them. How could ordinary families at that time afford white flour buns? You gave all the white flour buns to the refugees. In fact, I didn't understand what you did at the time. I thought you were stupid." Yuhua lowered her voice and said, "I think your Cheng Feng is not as generous as you. Look at the rice porridge he made. It's watery."

Shang Xi couldn't help but explain to Cheng Feng and Yuhua who were busy in the distance: "This is a different time. It was the coldest time of the year. If we don't give them good food, they won't be able to survive the winter."

Yuhua said, "Don't you have more food now? It shouldn't be a problem to feed everyone with white rice for two months? Just be generous when making a donation. This will also increase your merit and reputation."

Shang Xi laughed out loud when she heard this. This Yuhua was always thinking about them. "Cheng Feng and I are not seeking fame or profit. We just want to help them get through this difficult time."

"You can't make the porridge so watery. You have grain. You have several large granaries. You can open one to provide relief to everyone." Yuhua would stir the pot with a spoon every once in a while, otherwise the water and rice would separate.

It wasn't that Shang Xi was stingy and reluctant to give out grain to help the people. She had her own reasons. She explained to Yuhua, "Although there is a lot of grain stored in the granary, it all has a fixed place and purpose."

"Where does all that food go?"

Shang Xi said: "Half of the grain stored by the Wan family is used to provide military pay for the war of King Shuiyong, and part is used to supply rations for Boss Qian's workers. The surplus grain must also be used according to the plan. This is the second consecutive year of good years and a bumper harvest. If the year is bad, it will be terrible if there is no grain in the granary. Who knows how long King Shuiyong's war will last! If she can't provide food, she will kill me and Cheng Feng!"

Hearing this, Yuhua lowered her voice and said, "King Shuiyong is really a strange man. He provided his own food for the war and built the palace out of his own pocket. How come he is so rich? I feel like he has endless money!"

In fact, Shang Xi was also puzzled. The follower who had been carrying the ownerless property back to Wan Lianxing had been away for two years, and Wan Lianxing was still squandering money so lavishly. How much money did he have? Could it be that the Wan family really had endless money to spend?

As soon as noon passed, Shang Xi was eager to go back to the post station to see Cheng Youning.

Cheng Feng tried to stop them just like he did in the morning: "With Qiao Rongzi here, he won't starve to death. It's more important for us to give alms to the people."

Shang Xi said, "The refugees have all eaten, and it's time for us women to take a break. We came here at night, and none of us have had a good rest. We are exhausted."

Cheng Feng had no choice but to send them back to the post station. Yuhua was carrying a lot of things in her hands. She kept looking around the post station and said to Shang Xi, "Shang Xi, look at the carved beams and pillars, and the painted doors and windows. Although it looks a bit old, it must have been very well decorated when it was renovated."

Shang Xi smiled, "Chaizhou is a relatively wealthy county in Dalang State. Most of the tea sold in the north and south comes from Chaizhou, so it is reasonable that the houses here are more exquisite."

Yuhua touched the faded wooden door and said with emotion: "This is just a post station, but it is so exquisite. It seems that these eleven cities were very rich in the past!"

"Of course. Although all the shops in the streets and alleys are closed and the streets and alleys are full of beggars, the infrastructure here is much better than that of Fengying back then. It's a world of difference. So it won't take two years for this place to recover to its past vitality." Shang Xi glanced at Cheng Feng who was walking at the back and said, "Where is Cheng Youning?"

Cheng Feng pointed forward and said, "He lives in Tianzihao."

Yuhua muttered, "How much does it cost for a little kid to sleep in the Tianzi bed for one night?"

Cheng Feng said, "Ten thousand and two cents."

"Isn't that just two taels of silver? This means sixty taels of silver for a month. How can you move into a few cheaper rooms? It's just a place to sleep. There's no need to spend so much money." Yuhua is really a good housekeeper of Shang Xi. Not only does she calculate the accounts clearly, she also interferes with the expenses of the family.

Shang Xi patted Yuhua on the shoulder and said, "It's not a big deal. I'll get you a nice room later."

"No need. I can just squeeze in with whoever the time comes. There's no need to book a normal room." Yuhua said casually.

Shang Xi pointed at a few people around him and asked, "In order to save two taels of silver, who do you want to squeeze with? Me or Miss Zhong?"

Yuhua scratched her ear and said, "Ms. Zhong should stay in the same room with Zhu'er, and you and Cheng Feng should stay in the same room. It seems like there is really no room for me."

Shang Xi smiled and pulled Yuhua along and said, "Let's go. I'm anxious to see what my son is doing in the house."

Shang Xi pushed open the door of Cheng Youning's room with a smile, thinking that Cheng Youning would run to her and hug her neck affectionately when he saw her. However, she did not see what she wanted to see. Instead, she saw a Cheng Youning who could not take care of himself lying on the bed, twisting his body in a strange posture and enjoying Qiao Rong's feeding him.

Shang Xi was confused for a moment. This was illogical. When would her son be fed? Unless... Just as Shang Xi was thinking about the bad things, she saw Cheng Youning's hands that were wrapped like dumplings. Her head buzzed like a computer crash. She walked over quickly and said in a trembling voice, "Son, what's wrong with your hand?"

Cheng Youning's mouth was full of food, and he could hardly chew it. When he saw Shang Xi coming, he didn't care about eating anymore. He opened his mouth wide and cried "wow". Shang Xi was shocked enough, and Cheng Youning's crying caught her off guard. She hurriedly patted Cheng Youning on the back. She was really worried that Cheng Youning would suffocate and said, "What's wrong? Don't cry. Tell mom, what happened to your hand?"