Today, there are more than 200 households in Fuze Village, or nearly 2,000 people in terms of population.

Each person was given five cents, and they only needed to give ten taels of silver.

Ten taels of silver is not much, and everyone in the Song family can take it out except Shiro, just a pocket money.

But it may be a great help to these victims.

A pound of cornmeal, mixed with a little digging of wild vegetables, can allow a person to cope with three days' worth of rations.

"Five pennies!" Surprise flashed in Ren Lizheng's eyes.

A person with a large population may get 50 or 80 Wen, and a person with a small population can also have more than 10 Wen.

Nowadays, when you go to the countryside to give a gift, how much do you give at a time, ten or twenty eggs, even if it is a good gift, in this way, the Song family gives a lot of things.

"Song Nongnu, please wait, I'll go get it." Ren Li was talking, and arranged for people to maintain order.

I quickly returned home and prepared all the pen and ink in the household register.

As soon as Dalang and San Lang arrived, the distribution of things officially began.

Da Lang announced, "A person is calculated according to the etiquette of five cents, and everyone can choose whatever they want, as long as it does not exceed the amount of money." ”

"Zhang Dachun, the first household, there are eight people in the family, you can pick something for forty yuan, go!" Da Lang waved his hand.

The swarthy man who was the first in line stood up, "I'm Zhang Dachun!" I'm Zhang Dachun! ”

"Come over here." Song Qingyuan gestured.

Zhang Dachun walked over, rubbing his hands together and his eyes glowing.

"This young lady, I don't know how to count, can you help me see how much I can give."

"I want to order cornmeal, I want to order potatoes, and I want to sew clothes for my children."

"Two days ago, I went to dig wild vegetables in the woods, and I tore my clothes, and I still haven't repaired them."

"Good!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

"Your family of eight is forty yuan, then I will get you six catties of cornmeal first, five catties of potatoes for you, and the rest for you needlework."

"Okay! Yes! Yes! Zhang Dachun nodded again and again, "Listen to Miss!" Listen to Miss! ”

"Miss is a great good person, and she gave us so many things for nothing, what else do I not be satisfied with!"

"Thank you, Miss! Thank you, Miss! Zhang Dachun was grateful.

After he took the things, Ren Li drew a tick on the household registration book to prove that Zhang Dachun's family had finished receiving the things.

At this time, Da Lang began to call the second household, "Zhao Ming's family of seven can receive thirty-five yuan, is Zhao Ming's family here, go over and get it......"

"Cai Wenjin, is Cai Wenjin here?"

Da Lang looked up, and the household registration book showed that he was the only one in the family named Cai Wenjin.

"It's coming!" A deep voice sounded, and a middle-aged man stood up.

Song Qingyuan looked up, as if he was a little familiar.

Isn't this the person who hid in the corner on the day she and Lord Xiao came!

There was a resoluteness in his eyes, which was different from ordinary victims, so Song Qingyuan had some impressions.

"Uncle Cai, are you alone in your family?" Song Qingyuan seemed to ask casually.

"Hmmm! I'm alone. Cai Wenjin nodded.

"When I fled, I starved to death, and I was the only one left, if it weren't for the help of the Song family, my life would have been gone."

"Your Song family is a living bodhisattva, a great benevolent person, I am grateful to you all my life!"

"Uncle is polite!" Song Qingyuan was a little sad.

In modern times, people do not go through this kind of ordeal, and people live a good life.

In ancient times, especially after this disaster, she saw humanity.

"The standard of five cents per person, uncle, what do you want?" Song Qingyuan looked up and asked.

"Then bring me a pound of cornmeal." Cai Wenjin stretched out his hand and pointed.

"Good!" Song Qingyuan immediately scooped out a pound of cornmeal and put it into the noodle bag brought by Cai Wenjin.

"Next!" Da Lang shouted.

Cai Wenjin picked up the noodle bag, turned around and took two steps, paused, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Miss Song, why did your family take in so many victims?" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly, "If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world." ”

"The Song family is from a poor family and can understand the suffering of the people."

"I can't bear to see these victims displaced and famine, so I can only do my best to do something, that's all!"

"Besides, the Buddhist family has clouds, planting good causes and getting good results, the Song family is willing to do good deeds and accumulate blessings for their children and grandchildren!"

Hearing this, Cai Wenjin pursed the corners of her mouth, "The Song family is very good!" ”

They fled all the way to this point, passing through various prefectures and counties, and no officials from a city or government were willing to take them in, and occasionally rich families gave soup and grain, but only for a while.

To the Song family to settle down for them, let them start a business, and arrange their future days, but this is the only one.

"Cai Wenjin thanked the Song family on behalf of the villagers of Fuze Village!" Cai Wenjin bowed deeply to Song Qingyuan and the others, and then left.

The Song family had heard a lot of words of gratitude, and Qian Wanru and the others didn't care, and continued to distribute things to the next household.

An hour later, the things were distributed, and the Song family left with the gratitude of the villagers of Fuze Village.

on the carriage.

Song Qingmo lifted the curtain and waved her hand while talking, "Go back!" Let's go back! Don't send it! ”

"Quick...... Let's all go back to work! ”

"The villagers are so welcoming!" Song Qingmo said.

"Who told you to be the God of Wealth now!" Song Qingyuan pulled Song Qingmo back and lowered the curtain.

"Hmm!" Song Qingmo nodded solemnly, "I'm also a rich man now!" ”

Her snack shop earns a lot of money, and there are dozens of taels in her hands every month.

In addition, Erlang can earn more by transporting it out, and now she is really not short of money to spend!

"It's a good feeling to be a good person, and we'll send it back next time."

"Okay!" Everyone nodded.

Qian Wanru said, "Next time it's the New Year, and when the New Year comes, we can send a little more." ”

"Let the villagers here also have a good year, from the water to now, their life is too hard!"

"If you can help, you can help, and we're not bad at this."

"That's right!" Song Qingyuan and the others nodded.

Shiro interjected, "During the Chinese New Year, we can also come and send couplets." ”

Last year, they sent a lot of couplets between Songjia Village and Qingshi Town.

This year, Fuze Village can be added to the ranks of the Song family's couplets.

Anyway, in the eyes of the Song family, Fuze Village is their second village, because they established it single-handedly.

Return to Song's house.

Zhou had already prepared a meal with someone, and Old Man Song also rushed back from the yamen to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Song Qingyuan and a few other juniors merged the two tables together and put them into the hall.

At the beginning of the dishes, there are roast duck, pork stewed sauerkraut, potato stewed chicken, fried shredded beans, fried shredded eggplant, as well as braised pork, braised pork ribs, etc., a total of no less than 20 dishes.

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Chapter 761: Giving Boxing