The general went out again at night

Chapter 51 Doing Good

"Cai Zhujun." Yang Xiyu muttered the name again, her eyes half-closed, her expression was not as ugly as before, although there were many doubts, she and Miss Cai would meet again, and the fog would slowly clear away .

Standing up straight, Yang Xiyu took a cotton cloth and wiped her hands clean, then went into the warehouse and counted the clothes Miss Cai bought.

At three o'clock, Feng Ping came back and said that everything went smoothly as she wished.

Yang Xiyu sat on the large grand teacher's chair, half leaning her body, holding a cup in one hand, blowing hot tea with the lid in the other hand, and sniffed casually: "Where does Miss Cai live?"

Feng Ping truthfully said: "The Zhaoyue Residence in the south wing was chosen by Miss Cai herself."

"Zhaoyue Residence?" Yang Xiyu stopped drinking tea, looked up at Feng Ping, and asked in puzzlement: "Zhaoyue Residence is so remote, how did she choose to go there? Tell me in detail."

"According to Guanshi Wang, Ms. Cai made a request of "quietness". He found several rooms and took Ms. Cai to see them one by one, but Ms. Cai didn't like these rooms. In the end, there was a big detour around the house. When passing by Zhaoyue Residence, Miss Cai took a fancy to this one. The Zhaoyue Residence was lived by Aunt Wu who grows vegetables. After she passed away, it has been empty, no one lives in it, and there is little care for it Miss Cai wanted this room, but Manager Wang didn't dare to persuade her to change it. He was afraid of offending the girl, so he decided to leave the house, so it was difficult to explain to the lady. Later, Manager Wang found servants to clean it, and everyone came to the residence. I'm here, but was driven back by Miss Cai."

"You can't stay in so many good rooms, why go to the dirty Zhaoyue Residence? Miss Cai's behavior is really incomprehensible." Yang Xiyu folded her arms: "When will she go to the victims' place?"

"I don't know."

"Is our rice porridge ready?"

"Okay, it's loaded into the carriage."

"The two hundred pieces of clothes from the cloth shop are also ready, and they will be transported together. We will go to give out the porridge first. The clothes will be placed in the carriage for the time being. Don't worry about them. When Miss Cai comes, let her handle it herself."

"it is good."

The rain-drenched road was muddy, and the carriage traveled slowly. It took a full hour and a half from the inner city street to the suburban temple.

Yang Xiyu lay in the spacious carriage and took a nap for a while.In a daze, she dreamed of a cold and strange woman.The woman's waterfall-like long hair was covered with blue flowers, and she was wearing an azure skirt, which dragged the floor, covered with vines and surrounded by green leaves.

Those blue flowers and green leaves seem to have been connected to spirituality, lying quietly on the hair and clothes, shaking slightly with the owner's steps.Regardless of movement or stillness, this person's whole body seems to be surrounded by an alienated fairy energy, and no one else can get close to him.

Yang Xiyu watched her slowly approaching him, a gust of wind blew on his face, bringing a refreshing floral fragrance.Before she opened her mouth to call out the name of the immortal person, a slender vine wrapped around her neck.

In her sleep, Yang Xiyu frowned tightly, sweating profusely.

"Miss, we're here." The carriage drove under the eaves of the resettlement office, and the coachman knocked on the door frame of the carriage, saying respectfully.

Yang Xiyu opened her eyes and raised her hand to wipe off the dense sweat on her forehead. The moment she woke up, that weird dream gradually became blurred.

Yang Xiyu sat up, lowered her head and thought about it carefully, but the dream seemed to have wings, flying farther and farther, and she couldn't catch it no matter what.

"Miss?" There was no response, and the coachman called again softly.

That's all, it's just a dream, if you can't remember it, you can't remember it.

Yang Xiyu straightened her clothes, opened the car door, and stepped down on the small ladder set up by the coachman.The place where the disaster victims were resettled was a temple that had been in disrepair for a long time. The temple was not big, and the feng shui was not good. It had been abandoned for many years.

It's a small place, and you can see all the scenes inside when you raise your eyes.The small temple was crowded with people, black and dense, their clothes were torn, torn, and unkempt.

The official yamen issued simple straw mats, which were spread directly on the damp ground. There were no cushions, no mattresses, and only this mat was of little use.

There were a lot of disaster relief money issued by the imperial court, but they were deducted step by step, and in the hands of the common people, there was only this straw mat and porridge with a few grains of rice floating every day.

Yang Xiyu stepped into the resettlement place, and the servants of Yang's mansion lifted the wooden bucket containing porridge water and steamed buns and placed it behind her.The eyes of those sallow and emaciated victims should have been full of excitement, but when they looked at the group of people, they were full of hostility. They straightened their backs and clenched their fists. They grabbed all the weapons and sticks beside them and held them in their hands.

Seeing this, Feng Ping was not at ease: "Miss, you turn your back..."

Yang Xiyu raised her hand to stop what he was going to say, and walked towards the narrow aisle with big strides.

They are here to do good deeds, why are these disaster victims so hostile?Yang Xiyu knew the reason.

Most of these disaster victims are farmers who face the loess and their backs to the sky, and all their belongings are in that piece of green grass.Now the rice fields are flooded, and there is no harvest. The remaining rice and other things in the house are also flooded. They are penniless and struggling to survive.

At this time, there are still some hooligans who are doing evil under the banner of doing good, and want to take advantage of the natural disaster to buy the fields of the victims at a low price.

How can the land on which we live can be sold?Naturally, the victims refused.But those cold-blooded and cunning people carry a carriage of delicious food every day and place them at the entrance of the ruined temple, wantonly seducing them.

It can be seen and smelled, but they can't eat it raw. What a torment for the hungry victims.

Yang Xiyu despises this kind of practice, so naturally she doesn't associate with these wicked people. She spends money to do good, just for doing good, not for fame or profit.

The smell of rice porridge, steamed buns, and pickles floated into the ruined temple, arousing everyone's appetite. When a child smelled it, an innocent voice rang out: "Aniang, it smells so good, there is something to eat."

"Over there." Zhizi pointed to the direction where Yang Xiyu was.

The woman beside him hurriedly hugged the child in her arms, covered his mouth with her hand, and shouted sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, those are not edible, they are poison and medicine, and you will die if you eat them."

The child with his mouth covered was struggling in the woman's arms. He was still young, so he didn't know so much. He only knew that he was hungry and wanted to eat. Tears of grievance slipped from the corners of his eyes and flowed down the woman's hand.

Seeing that the child was so hungry, A Niang felt uncomfortable, and burst into tears in a few moments.Even so, you still have to hold back, the family's field is the hope of the family, and it must never be sold.

Yang Xiyu felt sore in her heart, and walked straight towards the mother and son.She squatted beside them, and patiently explained: "Ma'am, these are not poisons and medicines, but solid porridge and steamed buns. Don't worry, I am different from those profiteers who came here before, and I don't know how to design. Defrauding your fields. The child is so hungry, let him eat."

The situation was obviously worse than what Yang Xiyu knew. Her gentle explanation not only failed to eliminate the hostility of the victims, but deepened it.

The woman's expression changed suddenly, and she said viciously: "Do you think I will believe you? We won't be fooled by the same trick again. The last one who brought food did the same thing, first coax us to eat and drink with nice words, after we finish eating Let us pay the silver taels for food, ten taels of silver for a bowl of rice porridge, he might as well just kill us!"

Eat a bite of food, and lose an acre of fertile land, these are much more vicious than poison.

Yang Xiyu stood up, facing the crowd and said in a high voice: "I am here to give porridge to do good, and I will never make any profit. If you don't believe me, I will make a written proof with you, sign and pledge, and I will never deny it. If I, Yang Xiyu, use porridge, water and steamed buns as a Therefore, to deceive everyone’s money and fields, a thousand taels will be fined, and each of you will be given 1000 taels of silver. The stamped document is valid, and if I do not accept the account, everyone can go to the Yamen to report me.”

As soon as this remark came out, the victims in the temple were stunned and began to whisper to each other, obviously loosening up.

Yang Xiyu glanced over everyone, and then said: "If there are people who can read, I will write and stamp immediately."

After waiting for a while, an old man stood up slowly and said, "I can read." Compared with other victims, this old man's clothes were neater.Seeing him walking, and the victims beside him either supporting or supporting him, is enough to see his high prestige.

After asking a few words, Yang Xiyu learned that this person was the village head of the disaster-stricken township and county, and it was he who led a group of disaster victims to seek refuge here.

With him to testify, it couldn't be more suitable, Yang Xiyu said happily: "Okay, I will write the proof to you immediately."

Feng Ping brought a pen and paper, Yang Xiyu wrote with a pen, and the head of the village stood by and watched. Every time Yang Xiyu wrote a word, he would read the word aloud to let the victims know.

After the fingerprints were stamped, Yang Xiyu handed over the written documents to the head of the village.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the head of the village put away the papers properly, with a few smiles on his wrinkled face, he said excitedly: "Folks, Miss Yang is really a kind person, and now the papers are with me, put them away." No one can take it away, everyone can eat porridge with peace of mind."

When the village chief yelled, the victims put down their vigilance and hostility, and Feng Ping asked them to line up in an orderly manner and receive them one by one.

Yang Xiyu personally brought hot porridge and delicious steamed buns to the mother and son, and said warmly, "Eat it, I won't lie to you."

The woman took it, with tears in her eyes, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you Miss Yang! Thank you Miss Yang!"

"No need." Yang Xiyu waved his hands and stood up, looked around, and smiled heartily when he saw the victims around him receiving porridge.

Sweeping his gaze to a corner, Yang Xiyu glimpsed a figure of Xin Chang, and was immediately taken aback.At some point, Cai Zhujun came to the ruined temple and was staring at her with a frosty face.

Yang Xiyu had a bright smile on his lips, and waved to Cai Zhujun.Cai Zhujun ignored her directly, walked to the porridge kitchen with a cold face, and helped Feng Ping distribute the steamed buns.

Yang Xiyu was startled, then smiled helplessly.Miss Cai, it's very hard to get close to her.

Outside the temple, the mountain wind howled and the rain continued. Inside the temple, there was enough food and clothes to cover their bodies. The faces of the victims showed smiles that they hadn't seen for a long time.

Cai Zhujun was still busy. She distributed the clothes in the carriage to the victims one by one.Yang Xiyu's idleness offered to help, but was flatly rejected.

Yang Xiyu didn't force her, she just stayed aside quietly, peeking at her from time to time.

Unconsciously, her eyes always drifted to Miss Cai's feet.

Is it because the soles of her shoes are made of special materials that can absorb water, so there is no water stain where she has stood?

That unexpected discovery in the morning made Yang Xiyu puzzled for a long time. She couldn't figure it out. When she was bored, she always liked to think about it.

She was engrossed in her thoughts, and there was a slight noise in the temple, which she didn't notice, and then Feng Ping's exclamation pulled her back: "Miss, be careful! Tiles!"

Yang Xiyu raised her head in confusion, but saw that the faces of the people around her were terrified, and their eyes were all focused on her.Miss Cai also looked at herself, her eyes narrowed slightly, and Yang Xiyu stared at her blankly.

At the very moment, Cai Zhujun flicked his long sleeves, and threw something out of his hand, which flew towards the top of Yang Xiyu's head at a very fast speed.

Yang Xiyu still didn't understand what happened, she stood motionless on the spot, and then with a "pop", a large tile shattered at her feet, and the bounced fine tiles hit her calf.

Looking at the debris on the floor, Yang Xiyu understood, and she raised her head to look at the hole above her head.

The tile fell right on her and hit her on the head. Yang Xiyu's head would explode. At the critical moment, Miss Cai threw something and knocked the tile away, relieving her of her crisis.

A green dot appeared in Yang Xiyu's vision.A moment later, a bright green leaf fluttered down lightly and landed on the group of broken tiles.

Yang Xiyu's eyes widened. Just now, Miss Cai...did she miss the tile with the power of this leaf?

Feng Ping was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, he walked to Yang Xiyu tremblingly, and asked anxiously, "Miss, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Yang Xiyu squeezed out a smile to comfort him, her eyes were fixed on the green leaf, she bent down, trying to pick it up.It's just that she swooped forward, and the green leaf was blown by the wind, and it flipped back.

Yang Xiyu pounced on it three times in a row but failed to catch it.

Then a white hand hung down, gently picked up the leaves, and held them in the palm of his hand. Yang Xiyu's expression froze, and his movements stopped.