Empress: I didn't expect that all my son-in-laws would be reborn

"Buy a few more bags of rice so that you can give the refugees a bowl of hot porridge, and for the rest, buy more bedding and clothes, but give priority to those refugees who are most in need."

Song Zhiyu thought for a moment and came up with a plan.

Right now, this is the only way to go first, and the rest can only be discussed later.

The news that Empress Maode personally visited the Hubu Mansion to collect money for disaster relief spread like wildfire, and many ministers in the capital heard about it.

Now Song Zhiyu has been providing disaster relief for several days, and her reputation has spread again. Many conscientious ministers cannot bear the fate of the refugees, so they have taken refuge in Song Zhiyu and contributed their own efforts from their own houses.

Suddenly, a pile of supplies gathered where Song Zhiyu was temporarily staying. Su Zhihan took a pen and paper while counting the supplies, and a hint of joy appeared on his face as he counted.

She looked at Song Zhiyu with a hint of excitement: "Di Ji, these supplies are enough for us to provide disaster relief here for a while, and more refugees will be able to have food and clothing!"

The money they had previously taken from the Minister of Household Affairs could only enable most of the refugees to have hot porridge. A small number of refugees could not eat the hot porridge, and those who had hot porridge could not eat enough.

In the past few days, Song Zhiyu had been serving porridge in person, so she could clearly see how hungry and cold the refugees were.

She felt sorry for the refugees who suffered so much, and she felt guilty for setting her sights on the harem before. If she had discovered it earlier, the situation might not have been so difficult!

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu seemed to have a ball of anger burning in her heart. She lowered her eyes with coldness in her eyes. Song Zhiyu pursed her lips and quietly clenched her hand holding the spoon.

"My lord? My lord!"

Song Zhiyu suddenly came back to her senses, and there were shouts in her ears. She blinked her eyes, and the anger in her eyes dissipated, and there was a hint of smile.

She looked at the refugee, grabbed a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, put it in the bowl in the refugee's hand, smiled lightly and asked: "Do you still need it?"

When Song Zhiyu was serving porridge, she deliberately took off the excess jewelry on her head, leaving only a hairpin to hold her hair in place. There was no embellishment on her small face, and her whole face was very plain and looked very friendly.

The refugee's face was slightly red, and although there was shyness in his eyes, he was more grateful. He bowed several times to Song Zhiyu: "Thank you so much, you are simply the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva!"

As soon as these words came out, all the refugees in the audience echoed, and their faces were full of gratitude to Song Zhiyu, without exception.

They didn't know the identity of the people in front of them. They only knew that when they came all the way to Kyoto in an attempt to get food and clothing, others either drove them away or simply closed the city gates to prevent them from entering the city!

Only the woman in front of them works hard for them, how could they not take this woman into their hearts?

Song Zhiyu gained a lot of fame from this incident, but soon some people couldn't stand it.

The Minister of Household Affairs still remembered that Song Zhiyu had robbed a large amount of money from him, and even though she had used it to do good things, many people were gossiping about her behind her back.

How could he not be angry?!

The next day, the Minister of Household Affairs wrote a letter of impeachment to Song Tingjin, and charged Song Zhiyu with the charges of lawlessness and ignorance one by one at the court.

This time, Song Zhiyu was about to reveal the refugee issue to Song Tingjin through this morning court, and asked him to order money to be allocated to continue disaster relief, when she heard these words from the Minister of Household Affairs.

Song Zhiyu laughed in anger. She looked at the Minister of Household Affairs with cold eyes and said in a cold voice: "Do you know how many refugees in the capital had no food and clothing before?"