There is Room For the Poor Daughter

When the food arrived, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yeyang sent a letter to the Bian military camp that day, asking Cao Dan to come over tomorrow to get food.

After Cao Dan received the letter, he was stunned for a long time, especially when he saw Xiao Yeyang saying in the letter that frontier soldiers must not lose their health, and they must ensure that every soldier has enough food and will be delivered in full in the future. Obviously these are all things that should be, but he couldn't help feeling a little moved in his heart.

In fact, everyone knows the army's salaries. As long as there are 50 to 60 percent paid out, it will be a rare good officer. He has never received a full share in the army for so many years.

With food, the frontier troops are at ease, and so are the refugees outside the city.

Xiao Yeyang selected a thousand young soldiers with good physical fitness in the guardhouse and trained them in person.

Two days ago, everyone saw that these military households were tired like dogs every day, and there were no shortage of jokes, but when the food arrived, seeing that they ate twice as much as they ate each time, it was envious and jealous.

The day before the Lantern Festival, when Xiao Yeyang was busy training his troops, Daohua also walked out of Xiao's house.

It's been almost a month since she came to Ganzhou City, and because of the cold weather and so many things to deal with, she hasn't had a good time strolling around the city.

Compared with the towns that passed along the way, Ganzhouwei is a little more lively, but the economy is still very sluggish, the shops on the street sell very few kinds of things, and there are not many customers.

Daohua strolled the two main streets, and she understood the situation in the city more or less. Then she said to Yan Shouhou, who was following him, "How did you inquire about the shop?"

Yan Shouhou hurriedly replied: "Miss Hui, the shops in Ganzhou City are easy to buy, and the business here is hard to do, and many shops are closed every year, but I look forward to a few small ones, the location and size are good, the girl is going to have a look today. ?"

Daohua nodded. There was no snow today, and she also wanted to go shopping more.

The shops that Yan Shouhou looked at were all on the main street, and he didn't walk much. Daohua looked at every store, and finally bought five stores directly.

"Two grains, one fruit and vegetable store, and two pharmacies. You should hurry up and arrange them."

Saying that, he paused.

"The pharmacy and the fruit and vegetable store are not in a hurry, but the food is spread quickly."

"At the end of the month or the beginning of February, Qin Xiaoliu should have delivered the grain, and the grain shop will have to open by then."

When the end of winter and the beginning of spring alternated, it was the time when there was a shortage of food, and she didn't want more and more refugees outside the city to gather.

Although she is not short of food, she can continue to cook porridge for a long time, and she will not be able to bear it.

Thinking of the refugees, Daohua glanced in the direction of the city gate: "Let's go, let's go to the city wall and take a look."

Outside the gate of Ganzhou, the number of refugees has reached 50,000.

The porridge hut has already served porridge too early, and now the refugees are shrinking in the grass hut, warming each other next to each other.

Daohua stood on the city wall and looked at the trembling refugees in the grass hut. She felt a little uncomfortable. No matter at any time, it was always the people who suffered.

Since he started cooking porridge, Zhang Da has almost always been on the side of the city gate. Every day, he goes to the warehouse to count the grain and calculate the remaining grain. As soon as he left the warehouse, he saw the rice flowers standing on the city wall.

Zhang Da trotted up the city wall, stood two meters away from Daohua and saluted, "I have seen Mrs. Xiao before."

Daohua turned her head and looked over: "Are you Master Zhang who cooks porridge?"

Zhang Da didn't expect that Daohua knew about him, and was a little flattered: "It's a humble job."

Daohua said with a smile: "The matter of cooking porridge is of great importance. During this time, Master Zhang has worked hard."

Zhang Da hurriedly shook his head: "Beijing is just running errands, not to mention hard work. The real hard work is Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao, if you didn't raise so much food, the refugees outside the city would not be able to survive, and the humble job is for the city again. Refugees outside the country would like to thank you and your wife for their kindness of life."

Daohua looked at Zhang Da through the hood, and saw that his words were sincere, his face full of emotion, and he shook his head with a smile: "Master Zhang is serious, since Xianggong has taken over Ganzhou Guard, he will naturally not care about the refugees outside the city."

"By the way, now the first month is half over, and it will be February soon, and the cold winter is about to pass. How did you arrange for refugees in the past?"

Zhang Da looked embarrassed: "Madam Hui, in the past, the capacity of the guards was limited. If there are refugees gathering outside the city, most of them will be driven out."

Daohua asked again, "Are these refugees homeless?"

Zhang Da: "Most of them are." After speaking, he paused, "A small part may be because the family is not very good, and they are here to eat porridge."

Daohua nodded, glanced at the refugees under the city again, and then turned around: "Don't delay Sir Zhang, we will leave first."

"Lady walk slowly!"

Zhang Da watched Daohua get on the carriage, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Sir, is that Mrs. Xiao's wife?" The officers and soldiers on the city wall asked curiously.

Zhang Da nodded and said with a smile: "The mutton we eat on the 30th and the first day of the new year was sent by Mrs. Xiao."

Some officers and soldiers said: "She is not what I imagined. I thought that all the family members from the capital looked down on others, but the lady felt that she had no air."

Zhang Da laughed: "Okay, don't get together, let's do business."

That evening, when Xiao Yeyang came back from training at the guard post, Daohua changed his clothes and asked, "What are you going to do with the refugees outside the city?"

Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Daohua: "I went to the city wall to take a look today."

Xiao Yeyang rubbed his head and sat down. He was very dissatisfied with Ganzhou's civil affairs.

During this period of time, he secretly took a look at the officials of the guardhouse, and found that most of these officials had little knowledge, and most of them only knew a few words, and there was no management ability at all.

The defense of Ganzhou Guard was weak, and the people of Xiliao were eyeing it, and he did not dare to take it lightly.

The physical fitness and combat ability of the frontier soldiers and the guards' households are not good. His focus must be on training and patrolling. Civilians are so fast that he can't do it himself.

Xiao Yeyang felt that no one was available, but he soon thought of Dong Yuanxuan who was exiled to Xiliang.

"Because Ganzhouwei is the closest to Xiliao, it is often harassed by people from Xiliao, so that the population here has been small, so I want to keep all those refugees."

"Relocating refugees is not an easy task. I have to be busy with the military, and I have to find someone who can be trusted and has the ability to govern to help me."

"Yuan Xuan is in Xiliang, I want to transfer him here."

Daohua hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Big Brother Dong has good knowledge and was your companion. You two are familiar with each other, and you will definitely be able to cooperate well with you in official business."

"In addition, Uncle Dong was the former governor of Zhongzhou, and he is most familiar with civil affairs. If you encounter difficulties, you can ask him for advice."

Xiao Yeyang nodded: "I think so too."

Daohua asked, "Brother Dong, which guardhouse were they exiled to?"

Xiao Yeyang: "Jin Weiwei."

Daohua: "Can you transfer them over?"

Xiao Yeyang said with a smile: "The commander Jin Weiwei still wants to give me this face." After thinking about it, "You can prepare a gift later, and I will give in and take a trip to Jin Weiwei tomorrow."

Daohua nodded: "Okay."