The Wei River is vast and surging thousands of miles away.

There was a breach on the flooded river bank, and rolling floods poured in, flooding thousands of acres of fields. If it weren’t for the right time, place, people and trinity this year, Song Beiyun wouldn’t know how to survive this disaster year.

The rain was still falling. Although it was much smaller than the previous few days, it still made a rustling sound when hitting the leaves. Song Beiyun, under the straw raincoat, was already wet. Looking at the flood below, he thought that he had always seen XXX die in history books and felt scared.

"How are the resettlement of the victims?"

The governor stood beside Song Beiyun. The governor looked serious at this moment. When he heard Song Beiyun's inquiry, he bent down and replied: "They have been placed in various places outside the city, some in the military camps and some are in tents. Although the conditions are a little difficult, it is much better than in previous years."

"Take me to see."

This request really made the governor sweat in a cold sweat. Although he asked himself that there was no mistake, he could not guarantee that if all the people under him made mistakes in a hurry, the matter would be a big deal. Song Beiyun had already made it very clear when he had a meeting before. He could understand it if he was looser in the past. After all, no one is perfect, but at this time, if something happened due to human reasons, he had to say sorry.

As the governor came to the first resettlement site for the victims, Song Beiyun began to patrol among the tents.

Because of sufficient food, there were not many fear and anxiety expressions here. Instead, there were a few naughty children chasing and fighting in the rain, and the adults at home came to take care of them.

There will be a temporary shed between the four tents. This shed is their temporary kitchen. The grain, vegetables, tofu, etc. distributed daily will be cooked here. Because the distribution of materials is based on stoves, basically the four tents are equivalent to one distribution unit, and one unit is twelve people.

"Your skills need to be improved." Song Beiyun lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the food in the pot. Although there was no meat, there were tofu, vegetables and some other wild vegetables. There were also side dishes such as salt and oil next to it. Although there were not many, at least there were.

The cooking level of this family is obviously a bit bad. The tofu is cooked into residue and mixed with rice and cabbage in a pot, like cooking a pot of pigs, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable when they look at it.

The man who was cooking in the family looked at Song Beiyun awkwardly, a little frightened and helpless. What can I do if I have poor skills? All twelve of his kitchens are young and strong, and there is not a single woman. It would be better not to mention cooking.

Compared with the pickled stove, other stoves are much easier to use, especially the stoves based on family units, with a woman helping them. Although there are only a few things, it is delicious to put on a bowl of tofu and add some oil seeds, and a plate of vegetables and sprinkle some salt.

In the disaster year, it is impossible to have big fish and meat. Thank you for being able to eat a bite. At this time, if a child from a family wants to eat candy, most of the elderly in the family will slap them in the face.

People who have been hungry will always have a deeper understanding of life. Thinking of the disaster year ten years ago, looking at it now, it is a world of difference. If you want to make trouble, let alone anything else, this conscience alone cannot withstand the torture.

"How many families like you can get every day?"

Song Beiyun stood by the stove and asked a sister-in-law who was cooking. She was not beautiful, but she looked like a simple and unpretentious person.

"Every household seems to be different. If there are more young men, there will be more. For example, I have women and children, so fewer ones, which is enough to eat. After all, men have to work, so giving more food is serious."

Song Beiyun looked back at the governor: "How do you calculate the daily quantification?"

"The man is one, two, three. One pound of rice, two ounces of tofu, three ounces of vegetables. Salt and oil are the same. Oil is five cents per person per day, and salt is one small bag per person per day, about two or three cents per person per day."

"Where are the women and children?"

"The rest are the same, even if rice is set at seven taels, the same is true for elderly people over fifty years old."

If you have a pound of rice, two meals a day are enough. After all, no one will chew raw white rice, so they have to cook rice. If you put less water, the cooked rice will probably be about two pounds. This young man can eat one pound at a time. Considering that they use labor for relief, they are basically rich and have no surplus.

As for the seven liang of elderly, children and women, the calculation is almost enough, and this may even be rich, but when facing the 100,000 disaster victims, there is actually no way to calculate to that level, and it can only be a one-size-fits-all approach.

But overall, these victims are not as comfortable as those in Luzhou back then. At that time, lard was calculated based on two counts, but Song Beiyun was still young at that time, and he squeezed out all the inventory of the entire Jiangxi farm at one time.

Now he is no longer the naughty person he was back then. The distribution of materials must be taken into account the sustainability of the subsequent, so he can no longer be willful even if he has money.

After walking around the resettlement site, the situation is pretty good, and the health and epidemic prevention are also done well.

But he saw an acquaintance here. This person was nothing but the stupid second princess on the grassland. She was like a spy and was walking around here with a small notebook, constantly holding a pen to record something here.

Song Beiyun looked at Yu Sheng who was assessing the material list not far away, said hello and walked to the little princess.

He watched the little princess carefully recording the daily supply of victims and the configuration of resettlement areas, and even he had already reached her.

"What are you doing!" Song Beiyun took out his pen and pressed it against the little princess' back: "Is it a spy?"

"No, no..." The little princess immediately panicked, shook her head hard, and raised her hands: "I'm not a spy..."

As she said that, she looked back and found Song Beiyun, who had been scared and deformed, suddenly became angry. She looked back at him and stomped her feet: "I'm scared to death!"

"I'm not joking with you." Song Beiyun put his pen back into his pocket: "You are so sneaky. If you are caught by the Imperial City Office, you must be imprisoned."

The little princess handed the notebook with a panic look on her face: "You see that!"

Song Beiyun took the notebook that had already relapsed, and the daily food, clothing and expenses of these victims were densely recorded, and what diseases would happen, could almost be said to be fine.

"What do you remember this thing for?"

"You said that many refugees will come on the grassland. Even if the trip is delayed due to heavy rain, they will come sooner or later. There are more than 100,000 people here, and there are more than 100,000 people here. Everyone is all human, and the food and use are almost the same. I will write it down and it will be useful in the future."

Song Beiyun smiled, patted her head, and returned the notebook to her: "Sir, this is the second princess of the Golden Horde. Please take care of her in the future."

The governor next to him immediately nodded in agreement, and Song Beiyun smiled and waved his hand to the little princess: "Go, be careful by yourself."

"Oh... I'll go and do it."

In fact, sometimes the complexity of human beings cannot be imagined by imagination. Song Beiyun never dared to classify people because no one can be classified into a certain category by another person.

For example, this little princess is definitely not smart, but this kind of person who is not smart but hardworking often ends up being impressive.

Since she is so concerned about this matter, let her continue to care about it. It is not a bad thing anyway, so what bad thoughts can a child have?

"By the way." The little princess turned back halfway and took out a cake from her bag with a slanted straddle: "It's a sheep oil cake, the best cake on the grassland."

After saying that, she left again, only Song Beiyun was standing there and taking a bite with the sheep oil cake.

"vomit……"

The strong smell of sheep smell made him retching without warning. After spitting out the cake in his mouth, he put it in his pocket and threw it to the stray dog ​​on the side of the road for a long time. He looked around and left until he watched the stray dog ​​eat it.

The situation in several settlement areas outside the city was quite stable. Song Beiyun chatted with Yusheng for a while, and then the two of them said to have a drink in the restaurant.

"Zuixian Tower or Tianshangfang?" Yu Sheng asked, "I'll invite you today."

"I heard that a restaurant in my hometown has opened recently." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Go and try it?"

"I can't let my mother know."

“That’s natural.”

Aunt Hong is most opposed to their eating habits outside. Whether it is Yusheng or Song Beiyun, as long as she is there, she will cook. If she knows that these two people are sneaking to eat outside, it will be a nagging. Anyway, after tossing and turning, there are just a few words, one is not as clean as the home, and the other is not as cost-effective as the home. Such a small bowl of meat costs hundreds of people, and hundreds of people can eat at home, etc.

Even though her two sons are almost the most powerful minister now, her simple values ​​have not changed.

Even though Song Beiyun asked Aunt Hong to let go of her money, she still spent it carefully, for fear that one day she would say that they were in trouble and would not sleep on the streets.

It seems that the year of a disaster is inherently opposite to eating and drinking, but Song Beiyun believes that it is not. If you spend your money and eat and drink, as long as you don’t waste it, there is no problem. What is really opposite to the year of a disaster is the corruption hidden under the food and drink of the country.

Fairness is not about letting everyone live a hard life, but about trying to let everyone live a good life. Although there are many difficult problems here, the core content is just these. It is unnecessary to hate the rich. The real hatred should be for the wealth to be unkind.

A few simple but exquisite dishes came up, but Song Beiyun only ate a few bites and didn't move his chopsticks anymore. The same was true for Yusheng.

The two of them drank a few sips of water and wine and ate a few sips of food. After looking at each other, Yusheng coughed: "It's really not as delicious as the food made by her mother..."

Hui cuisine is heavily roasted, stewed, steamed, heavy oil, heavy color, heavy fire, but this restaurant with Song Daren’s hometown dish brand is heavily sour, spicy, light color, less oil, and mostly fried.

Stir-frying was only popular since Song Beiyun’s Tianshangfang. Before Tianshangfang appeared, no one had fried dishes at all. Now this inappropriate restaurant...

"Forget it." Song Beiyun summoned the waiter: "Pack up the food."

Because they were going to the countryside today, Song Beiyun and Yusheng were dressed simply. After hearing that they were going to pack, the waiter decided that these two were the poor scholars who came to taste dishes for art and elegance. He had seen many such people who were reluctant to eat and cooked, but they were reluctant to throw them away and pack them back for several days.

"Shopkeeper, the two poor scholars on the other end need to be wrapped up."

His voice was very loud, obviously he was deliberately trying to save Song Beiyun and the other two, but Song Beiyun and Yusheng just looked at each other and laughed.

Yusheng shook his head: "This restaurant is not long."

"Well. I think I'm Tianshangfang. As long as I spend money, it makes sense that there are many repeat customers. Even the Qingchun Tower and Zuixian Tower opened by the Emperor of Liao, I dare not offend the guests."

Face is actually a very mysterious thing. When a person has enough inner thoughts, he doesn't care about face or not. Just use Song Beiyun as an example. Who else does he need to give him face? He is a habit of packing food and never lets children waste things at home. This kind of thing that should be a virtue is corrupted by these things that are inferior to others.

"This fish is actually OK." Song Beiyun smiled while filling the lotus leaf bowl: "The meatballs are OK, but they just don't taste Huizhou."

"Yeah." Yusheng also helped out, "It's a bit like Hangzhou cuisine, with a lot of sweet and sour taste."

The two of them are skillful in their movements. In the eyes of the diners around them, they are even more of the poor scholars who have finally saved some money to have a meal, which is quite eye-catching.

However, most people who come here to eat have difficulty getting to know people of Song Beiyun. No one recognizes the two people who are using chopsticks to pick meatballs into their pockets. They are Song Beiyun who is shaking three times in Chang'an and Kuang Yusheng, the new Chang'an supervisor.

And just after they checked out, just as they were about to walk out of the store, the guy who had just greeted him spit on the ground: "Look at that poor look, he is so poor that he is not promising."

It happened that Song Beiyun heard this sentence. He stopped and turned around and asked, "Hey, I want to ask, what does it mean to be promising?"

This is really a training of Song Gou's temper. He is so cunning. If this is five or six years ago, this kid may have been lying on the ground and opening his mouth to school.

The guy seemed to be used to being arrogant on weekdays, but he actually spat in front of Song Beiyun and almost spit on Yu Sheng's upper.

"Look at what, who came to our place for dinner, is like you and you can't afford to take care of it. If you go out, wouldn't it mean that the food in my house is not delicious? You are poor and have also caused my reputation."

Song Beiyun shook his head and smiled disdainfully. Yu Sheng had a kind-hearted look on his face. He smiled and said, "Young man, this restaurant focuses on a business. Can you still expect repeat customers if you offend people like this?"

"Let's go back? I'm afraid that you have worked hard to save odd jobs for several months. If you expect a poor scholar like you who failed the exam repeatedly, my restaurant would have closed down long ago."

Song Beiyun looked around and leaned into the boy's ear and whispered: "I will beat you to death if you talk nonsense."

"Oh, the character is not big, and the tone is not small. Come on, my aunt is an official from the capital. Is she afraid that you, a poor scholar, will you be so poor?"

His voice was extremely loud, which attracted the attention of the people around him. Song Beiyun shook his hand and was about to step forward, but Yu Sheng pulled him and shook his head: "Forget it, I'm scheming with such a little devil, and I've lost my identity."

"Hahahaha, you two poor guys still have a decline in their identities? I really don't know that the world is so high that even if you beat you to death, it's just a matter of paying my aunt a few cents of money."

Song Beiyun scratched his head, put the pocket on his hand into Yusheng's hand, turned around and walked into the store, and sat on the most conspicuous table: "Let your uncle and aunt come to see me."
Chapter completed!