Qin Yining's brows were tightly furrowed as she looked worriedly in the direction that Historian Gao and the others had left.
When she and Zhao Wanjin decided on the plan, she knew that Historian Gao would not be kind when he saw Zhao Wanjin. A few slaps and kicks would be light. She was afraid that there would be more torture waiting for Zhao Wanjin in the future.
She felt a bit guilty and couldn't bear it, but Zhao Wanjin patted his chest and said: "I hate these cruel officials who prey on the people the most. To be able to take down these people and get the old alliance head out, I'll only get some superficial wounds. This is a good deal. Alliance head doesn't know my internal martial arts. When I use it, they won't be able to hurt me. Alliance head, don't worry. "
Qin Yining was still worried, but when she hesitated, Zhao Wanjin and Zhao Yinuo both promised her. Qin Yining saw that Zhao Yinuo was even more certain than Zhao Wanjin and believed her.
But now that Zhao Wanjin had been taken away, she was still worried.
"Bing Tang, go back and prepare the medicine. We'll send it in at any time."
Bing Tang nodded and pulled Qin Yining's cloak tighter around her arm, "Wang fei, don't worry. I've already done everything according to your orders."
"That's good." Qin Yining finally relaxed a bit.
At this time, the people in the square came back to their senses and were in an uproar.
These cruel officials of the old capital had never cared about their lives. Every time the imperial court gave out aid, it would first fill the pockets of these scum.
Now, a kind person had finally come and was willing to buy food and clothes for these people who didn't even know them. Many people had been pulled back from the brink of starvation or freezing to death. Zhao Wanjin was their second parent. Seeing such a good person being treated like this, who knew how much hardship he would have to suffer in the yamen. How could the people sit still?
Everyone was shouting and cursing the cruel and corrupt officials. Zhao Yinuo stood in Zhao Wanjin's position with a bitter face: "Fellow villagers, elders, please listen to me."
Everyone was silent and looked in front of them in confusion.
Zhao Yinuo rubbed her reddened eyes and said loudly, "I am the head shopkeeper of Boss Qian's family. Everyone has seen the current situation. Our boss has been captured, and we don't know if he's dead or alive. If we can't bring him back safe and sound, I won't have the face to see my family's old master. Therefore, this congee factory probably did not have the energy to continue operating. Everyone, hurry up and eat while it's still hot. Let's disperse early. "
When everyone heard this, the disappointment in their eyes could hardly be concealed.
No matter who it was, when they saw a glimmer of hope for survival and were suddenly told that they would not continue to help them in the future, their negative emotions would surge.
However, after seeing how Philanthropist Qian was taken away with their own eyes, it was hard for them to resent the person who spoke.
Philanthropist Qian was arrested, and there was no one in charge of the family. The servants were busy trying to use their connections to save the master. It was understandable that they had no time and energy to take care of the porridge factory.
If there was someone to blame, it was the cruel official who took away Philanthropist Qian!
The thick porridge in the bowls and the dry rations in the hands of the commoners were already cold. They were all stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do. After eating today's meal, would they have no hope tomorrow?
They originally had a glimmer of hope that they could survive this harsh winter. However, once Philanthropist Qian was arrested, where could they find such a kind-hearted and wealthy person? Their hope of survival had been easily taken away by Librarian Gao!
Low sobbing sounds came from the crowd. Some of the old, weak, women, and children did not dare to eat the porridge and dry rations. They planned to save it for when they were really hungry tomorrow. They did not know how they would survive in the future. As for the younger ones, they were extremely angry.
"Good people don't have good karma! What kind of f * cking logic is this! "
"Heavens, don't you have eyes!"
"Corrupt official Historian Gao, it's all Historian Gao's fault!"
The public square was like a pot of boiling oil. Waves of angry curses came one after another. They had nowhere to vent their fear of the future and their resentment of being deprived of food. They could only vent some of their anger by shouting.
"This Historian Gao has never done anything good in the city. His son is even worse!"
"It's obvious. This group of cruel officials eat the government's rice, but they are not willing to redress the grievances of the commoners. Instead, they are making us suffer!"
"To put it bluntly, what are our little lives in the eyes of this group of cruel officials? Isn't killing a few or dozens of people just a matter of moving their mouths? "
"Heavens, this is Heavens wanting to cut off our path of survival!"
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Angry curses and sorrowful cries mixed together. The entire public square was filled with anger. After the porridge and dry rations were distributed, the commoners did not immediately leave. They still stayed where they were. Those who were familiar with each other gathered together to discuss how to save Philanthropist Qian.
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Qin Yining put down the warm curtains of the carriage and sighed softly. "Let's set off for home."
"Yes."
Bing Tang and Ji Yun gave the order. The coachman received the order and the carriage slowly moved.
The wooden wheels rolled across the street paved with green bricks. The carriage shook rhythmically as it passed through the cracks between the bricks. The lifelike gold-threaded butterfly on Qin Yining's hairpin with an eastern pearl flower sways gently as well.
They did not speak on the way back. When they returned to the prince's mansion, Master Zhong rushed over to ask Qin Yining, "Boss, what should we do next?"
Qin Yining thought of the refugees in the public square and frowned.
"How are they now?"
"The crowd in the public square has not dispersed yet. Everyone is angry. They are probably discussing whether to go to Historian Gao's house to plead for leniency. Some even said that they would go to the yamen to plead for the magistrate to release them."
Magistrate Yang was in charge of the old capital and was in charge of the surrounding towns.
Qin Yining frowned slightly. "They are willing to risk their lives as commoners and have the guts to plead for leniency for Zhao Wanjin. This shows how important Zhao Wanjin is to the commoners."
"That's right." Shopkeeper Zhong also sighed. "The weather has been cold and the old capital has been experiencing disasters for many years. The commoners have already suffered greatly. If it weren't for this offering of porridge, I'm afraid many commoners wouldn't have survived this winter. That is why Zhao Wanjin is revered by them like a living immortal. "
"That is why the commoners do not have high expectations." Qin Yining sighed and shook his head. "Although I want the current situation, I cannot bear to see everyone starve or freeze to death."
Master Zhong's expression changed as he asked, "Wang Fei, do you mean to continue giving out porridge?"
"Yes." Qin Yining nodded. He narrowed his eyes and thought carefully about how to deal with the current situation.
Shopkeeper Zhong said anxiously, "But wasn't this scene also arranged by the Princess Consort? Now that we are giving out porridge again, won't the commoners' anger be reduced? That will do us no good. Princess Consort, please think twice before you act. "
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