Fierce Husband (2)

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"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer."

"Master, what did you say?"

Old Weng turned around and saw his wife, he said, "It's nothing, I just have some feelings. Madam is this?"

"Tianhan, I asked someone to boil sheep soup and bring it to you."

"Mrs. Xie."

Old Weng walked to the desk and sat down, and took the mutton soup that his wife personally brought. I don't know how many years, this is the first time that Weng Lao can sit down and drink a bowl of hot mutton soup in such a snowy day. Mrs. Weng looked at her husband's dark hair, and she couldn't hide the joy on her face.

The fairy water that the emperor gave to Lao Weng, Lao Weng also drank it with his wife. Mrs. Weng didn't know how many years she had extended her life, but she-will definitely see the arrival of the prosperous age.

There was a cold wind blowing in, Madam Weng got up and walked to the window, put down the window, and then turned around and sighed, "I don't know when the snow will stop." The capital didn't know how many people would die.

Old Weng put down the bowl, but said, "Rui Xue is a good year, this year should be a good year. Madam, this soup tastes good, let's have another bowl."

"Okay."

The husband liked to drink, and Mrs. Weng immediately asked the maid to go to the kitchen to serve another bowl. Looking at Madam's smooth face, Old Weng didn't have too much worry in his heart. This year's snow is indeed heavy, but this year's victims of freezing and starvation will be the fewest since the founding of the Yan Kingdom.

Xing, the people suffer, but he believes that with the emperor and that person, Dayan's country will become more and more prosperous, and the life of the people will become better and better.

For the people at the bottom of the Yan Kingdom, natural disasters meant hardship and even death. But this year, although there are still people who freeze to death, and there are still people who are crushed to death by houses that are crushed by snow, they are negligible compared to those who survived. The heavy snow crushed their house, but they could eat hot porridge in the almshouse, clothed and covered. The people who helped them said that when the snowstorm passed, the imperial court would give them housing and give them money to resume farming. The affected people felt that they were dreaming, but as the days passed, more and more people arrived at the shelter, but no one grabbed the food, and no one took advantage of this to make things difficult for them and bully them. They seemed to really see it. hope.

In the Disaster Relief Department, Prince Murong was busy arranging the tasks of his various officials and men. Since the snow disaster, Prince Murong has only returned home twice, once when he had time to rest in the middle of the auction, which was the auction time; At this time, Murong Shizi could no longer see how fat he was at the beginning. He lost a few laps of weight, and his skin was much darker. If he saw him now, if he didn't want to know him, no one would recognize him as Murong Shizi.

Prince Murong was very busy and tired, but it was unprecedentedly fulfilling. Since the snow disaster, Hou Zhongyong took the lead in donating money to the Queen's Relief Fund. After that, Shao Yunan launched a charity performance for disaster relief. The prostitutes have all joined the charity performance to raise funds for the snow disaster. After that, from silver taels, to bedding, even old clothes that other people don't wear, they can donate. Murong Shizi was in charge of this disaster relief. According to the disaster relief outline Shao Yunan gave him, he adjusted it according to the actual situation. This time, the disaster situation was huge, but the intensity of the disaster relief was unprecedented.