After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

After falling down for half a month, even the blue bricks on the ground of Zhijun Pavilion became loose.

As Qu Zhong guessed, the moat outside the city of Xichuan County finally overflowed, and all the water poured into the lower east side of the city.

The first to bear the brunt was the damage to the mansions of those nobles and aristocratic families.

Seeing that something was wrong, Qu Zhao sent Xu family and Luo family Qu Liang to Zhijun Pavilion on the fifth day of heavy rain, and only he stayed in the mansion.

Sure enough, on the eighth day, the water began to flow backwards, and these rich families began to flee for their lives.

Qu Zhong's Zhijun Pavilion turned out to be their first choice.

Helpless, all the people who came here were regular customers of Zhijun Pavilion, Qu Zhong opened the door to take in these people.

anyway..

In line with the glorious image of a profiteer, the money and notes received have also doubled.

Some old men even offered a price of one hundred taels of silver a night for the best room.

In an instant, the three inns in Zhijun Pavilion were fully occupied.

Even the courtyard where the servants and maids lived was packed to the brim.

On the contrary, the water for the common people in the west is not deep enough, it will reach the calf level.

Many people are planning to flee to the west.

Half a month later, the rain finally stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds and finally appeared over Xichuan County, which had been gray for half a month.

"The rain has stopped"

This time it really stopped, and there was not a single cloud in the blue sky.

After half a month, Qu Zhong set foot on the outdoor ground of Zhijun Pavilion for the first time.

puff--

As soon as he stepped on it, a lot of muddy water squeezed out of the blue bricks under his feet, splashing his trousers.

It seems that there is already a lot of water under the ground.

"Changfeng, find someone to tamp the ground first, and then start building the shed."

Turning his head to follow Chang Feng who was chasing after him, Qu Zhong shook off the mud on his feet and continued walking forward indifferently.

There are many things to do during this period, and Chang Feng has long been used to carrying charcoal pencils and booklets with him.

According to Qu Zhong's teaching, I wrote it down in the booklet, fearing that I would forget it later.

"Understood, young master, what do you think those masters and young masters living in the inn should do?"

Mentioning this Chang Feng gives me a headache, especially these young masters and young ladies, they are simply noble people.

There are quite a lot of requests for food and drink. They are obviously here to escape, but they still hate the boring life and ask them to find someone to read the book.

but...

The young master is also really amazing.

Anyway, Mr. Storyteller is also idle. If you want to tell a story, you can go to the room and talk to the family alone.

500 taels of silver for a game, if you want to listen, you can pay for it.

This is the kind of profiteer that ordinary people often say.

Still, it's not a bad feeling.

"Tell them that Zhijun Pavilion will open its doors to take in refugees..."

After walking a few steps, his face felt hot and painful. Qu Zhong fanned him a few times to relieve the scorching heat.

Since you don't want to go, then stay and do good deeds.

Anyway, they brought so many maids and servants with them, so they just happened to fight.

Moreover, this porridge must not ask for money.

Find someone to donate, there are just so many rich people here.

donate money...

"Qu Zhuo, go and invite Old Cheng Wang."

Turning his head to tell Qu Zhuo, who was playing with Qu Liang not far away, Qu Zhuo had an idea.

"Luo Xiaoer, the tarpaulins in the library can be shipped out to build tents."

"Chang Yun, you take people to go to Ximen, and bring everyone with food and clothing."

"Treasurer Liu. You go to the kitchen, and the meal can be arranged."

"Cheng Ji, those people in the inn will be handed over to you. From tomorrow onwards, we will provide them with uneaten food in the kitchen."

"Little Douzi, you lead people to grind these green bricks with wheels."

"Shopkeeper Zhang, I will leave it to you to clean the floor."

"Zhang Wazi, you have experience in building sheds, you and Luo Xiaoer will build the shed together."

Arranged in an orderly manner, Qu Zhong's mind quickly went through the things that still need to be arranged.

"Forget it, Chang Yun and I will go to Ximen together." After thinking for a while, Qu Zhong still decided to go to Ximen by himself.

Having not gone out for almost a month, Qu Zhong also wanted to know what was going on outside Xichuan County.

"If you have anything to do, ask Young Master Du and Manager Chang Feng." Turning his head and looking at the people surrounding him, Qu Zhong gave his last order.

"Understood, young master."

Everyone answered in unison, with faint excitement on their faces.

Qu Zhong tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, brushed his long hair and planned to turn around.

"Cheng Ji, the old man Cheng Wang will come in a while, you know what to say."

Suddenly remembering the matter of asking Qu Zhuo to invite someone just now, Qu Zhong hurriedly turned around and called Du Chengji loudly.

"I know, just drive people away, and if you can't drive them away, let them donate money."

Du Chengji didn't turn his head to answer loudly, and he didn't forget to raise his hand to grab the money.

"Hahaha.."

There was a burst of laughter from around, and the haze that had weighed on everyone for many days was swept away.

As long as you are alive, there is still hope, isn't it!

"Let's go!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Qu Zhong didn't bother to change his shoes, and turned around to greet Chang Yun.

"Qu Zhong, Qu Zhong, don't leave yet."

"Master, the old men are here." Before Chang Yun turned around, he happened to see a few people with crutches supported by a servant.

Xichuan County was flooded, so the Xu Mansion and Yao Mansion were not immune to the flood. The two old men and their families were sent here early.

But Qu Zhong didn't see anyone for several days.

It's raining so hard, no one wants to drop by the door if they have nothing to do.

"Ouch! You guys can take it easy." Qu Zhong's forehead began to tighten as he saw that their feet were splashed with muddy water.

There is something urgent, it is.

"Are you going to Simon?"

Yao Guangyao was still approaching, so he said at the top of his voice.

Qu Zhong nodded, waiting for his next words.

"Then we old guys will go together." Xu Shanxiang said urgently after finally arriving out of breath.

With a twitch on his forehead, Qu Zhong looked at the old men without knowing why.

There were his grandfather and Master Yao Guangyao, and the other was the father of the Minister of Rites in their small group, Master Ding Yutang, and the old Marquis Feng Tuo of Zhu Guohou's Mansion.

These four people plus Lao Chengwang who didn't come were Qu Zhong's biggest nightmare in the past few years.

Especially when five people scolded him together, he felt that his eardrums were calloused.

"The road is bumpy, how about you rest in the yard?"

Lowering his figure, Qu Zhong discussed with several people in a good voice, so he couldn't waste any more time.

"We're going to help you hold your eyes, so as not to mix in some people with malicious intentions."

Old Marquis Feng had his hips akimbo. He was the only one among them who didn't have a cane, so he also looked the youngest.

"Palm eye?"

Holding his forehead, Qu Zhong wailed.

"Stop rambling, let's go."

Yao Guangyao didn't wait for Qu Zhong to say anything, and walked forward waving his crutches on his own.

Uncle Liu, who had been serving by his side, gave Qu Zhong an apologetic look, but had no choice but to keep up.

"Let's go, the old man is also afraid that you will suffer."

Patting Qu Zhong's arm, Xu Shanxiang sighed and followed.

Yao Guangyao, an old man, he still doesn't understand. He is a hard-spoken and soft-hearted guy.

However, he was afraid that Qu Zhong's high-profile actions would arouse the suspicion of the old emperor, and now there are a few of them in front.

It can be regarded as a shield for him.

But saying this is disgusting.

Even if he was helpless, Qu Zhong had to keep up, and he didn't want to waste time on these things.

***

West Gate

"Master Guan, please let us in, my child is sick."

"My old lady has also caught a cold, and she is about to die."

"Let's go in, we've been waiting outside the city gate for two days."

"Yes, sir, I beg you."

Looking at these ragged and dripping common people, the city guard's eyes were a little moist.

He was also born in a farming family, so of course he knew how desperate these ordinary people were now.

However, the order he received was that only those with relatives in the city could enter, or someone would come to pick him up, and now he could not enter the city even if he had money.

"Think about it, are there any distant relatives in the city?"

The city guard could only repeat this over and over again, and then his eyes dimmed instantly as he looked at them.

Then he retreated back to his spot in despair, his eyes numbly waiting for death.

A new round of people came up again, and it went round and round, endlessly.

Gradually, some people in the crowd really couldn't bear it and collapsed, and there were not a few elderly people and children with fever.

All the porridge sheds arranged by the imperial court were set up at the east gate, and it took two hours to walk there from the inside of the city, but it would take a day and a night to walk outside the gate.

So even if the city guard repeatedly advised them, many people did not intend to leave.

They are all family members, or have sick old people and children at home. If they walk for another day and night, they may die on the way.

Sighing, the city guard reluctantly retreated to the closed city gate, his heart full of resentment.

If the imperial court could set up a porridge shed at the west gate, this situation would not happen now.

Why not set up.

The reason is that most of these people are mountain people.

There are continuous mountains outside the west city, and due to the uneven terrain, there are very few villages.

On the contrary, there are quite a few mountain people who rely on hunting for a living, and these people are not even considered farmers.

That's why the imperial court blatantly turned a blind eye.

Tap, tap...

The city guard pricked up his ears, and the sound of horseshoes coming from the city gate was getting closer and closer. He was overjoyed, thinking that the imperial court had finally sent someone.

But after waiting for a while, the city gate didn't open.

He was a little anxious, and put his ear on the city gate, wanting to hear what was said inside.

But the gate is so thick, how could it be possible to hear the sound.

Turning back regretfully, he shook his head at the crowd looking at him with bright eyes, and the city guard also sighed regretfully.

creak---squeak----

The heavy city gate was finally pulled open, and the refugees outside the city got up excitedly and looked at the gate one after another.

The imperial court finally sent people, and they finally won't starve to death.

The people lying in the back couldn't see the situation in front of them clearly, but they all stood up, and they knew that they were saved.

"Ni'er, there will be something to eat soon."

Boss Xu held his dying daughter in his arms, tears streaming from his eyes, and they walked down the mountain for seven days and seven nights.

Both father and mother had a fever and died without carrying it.

After finally carrying it to the gate of the city, not only could he not get in, he even had no food to eat, and his child and daughter-in-law both had a fever, and he, a handsome seven-foot man, began to feel hopeless.

"Yeah, we can survive."

"We have something to eat."

The crowd was still boiling, and everyone stood up and looked forward hard.

until...

They saw a young man in a blue gown who came out of the door, and he was just a rich man.

"It's not the official, it's a young master."

The sharp-eyed one immediately saw the situation ahead, and shouted loudly.

Immediately, many people fell back to their seats, and many women even covered their faces and cried bitterly.

"Master, who do you want to pick up?"

The city guard was also very disappointed, it turned out to be a young master from a rich family, and there were several masters behind him.

After scanning roughly, he thought this was to pick up his distant relatives, so he asked.

"I am the owner of Zhijun Pavilion, and our Zhijun Pavilion can arrange some refugees."

Arching his hands towards the city guard, Qu Zhong looked very polite.

Qu Zhong's words sounded like the sounds of heaven, and the city guard stuttered excitedly: "Knowing the King...Knowing the King's Pavilion?"

"That's right, without further ado, I'll arrange for those with fever to get into the carriage first."

Reluctantly pulling the corners of his lips into a smile, Qu Zhong waved his hand back.

The dozens of people he brought dispersed immediately, holding booklets in their hands, and began to shout in an orderly manner: "There are children and elderly people who have a fever at home, come to me to register."

There was commotion in the crowd, and people kept pushing up.

"Tell them no matter how crowded they are, no one will be able to get in." Qu Zhong said with his hands behind his back as he looked at the city guard with cold eyes.

The city guard was startled, and immediately drew a knife from his waist and shouted loudly: "Calm down, do you all want to die?"

Who doesn't know that Shijun Pavilion's name is Xichuan County. I heard that this owner is the son of Linyang Marquis. He has an unpredictable temperament, but he is a well-known playboy.

If these people make Qu Zhong unhappy, it is really possible that none of them will be saved.

The effect was not obvious. Seeing that Qu Zhong's expression was getting colder and colder, the city guard quickly waved his hand behind him.

Seeing this, the city guards immediately dispersed, holding up their knives and driving everyone back to their original positions.

After walking a few steps forward, Qu Zhong said expressionlessly, "Since you are unwilling to yield, then we will choose this person ourselves."

After speaking, he paced into the crowd.

"We're coming too." The few old men who came along stepped forward not to be outdone.

"You enter the city gate first, someone will register inside." Qu Zhong said, pointing at a child who obviously had a fever.

The situation was worse than he thought. These people more or less had a cold and fever.

"your home"

"your home"

"you you you."

Quickening his pace, Qu Zhong immediately pointed to anyone who saw children or old people at home.

Then the soldiers guarding the city understood immediately, and led these people into the city gate staggeringly.

Just when the first group of people entered the city gate, they saw one after another carriages coming here not far from the official road.

"This is a kind person who saved us."

One of the old men who was obviously dressed as a scholar said gratefully.

From the way these people dressed, one could tell that they were not sent by the imperial court, they must have been sent by some big family.

"This is the Pavilion of Knowing the King." The guards said with a smile on their faces, "The man in Tsing Yi just now is Pavilion Master Qu."

Zhijun Pavilion--

Like thunder.

The old man shook his body, and then he put his hands together and bowed to the sky: "Live Bodhisattva, live Bodhisattva."

"Old man, kids get in the car, others walk."

Standing in front of the carriage, Chang Yun directed the staff to unload the tarpaulins and food they had brought, and then led the registered people onto the carriage one by one.

As soon as the carriage was full of people, he immediately signaled the driver to leave.

"Director Chang Yun, can we start building a porridge shed now?"

Chef Lu who was in charge of cooking porridge asked impatiently.

"The young master said that we can start when everything is ready." Chang Yun said without looking up, pointing to the left corner outside the city gate.

"Understood." With the instruction, Chef Lu waved his hand back and said, "Brothers, fuck the guy and walk."

A group of people who cheered began to push the cart and walked outside the city gate.

A few days ago, under the young master's arrangement, they started to learn how to build a shed and light a fire, saying that it was time to delay.

So now as soon as they got to the place, they immediately started to move in an orderly manner.

But with the effort of half a stick of incense, the shed was set up and the porridge was cooked.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the cloth towel hanging around his neck, Chef Lu looked in Qu Zhongzai's direction.

He pointed at family after family with a stern face, even if a young man hugged his calf, he kicked off and continued walking without changing his face.

"Look, master, why is it different from usual."

Taking advantage of the gap between cooking the porridge, Chef Lu bumped into Guanshi Zhao who was standing beside him, and asked in puzzlement.

"These people, if you give them a good face, these people will climb up the ladder, believe it or not."

Glancing disdainfully at the young man who was kicked away by the young master, Manager Zhao pouted.

He is the grandson of old man Zhao from several families bought by Qu Zhong nine years ago.

Nine years ago, his family also came here as a refugee. Along the way, he saw a lot of cruelty in the world, and he knew a lot about these people who did everything they could to survive.

If it wasn't for the young master's indifferent expression that shocked these people along the way, they would have been unable to move forward.

"That's true. Fortunately, we are people from Zhijun Pavilion."

Chef Lu has been working in the kitchen for six years, and he has grown fat, which is in stark contrast to the disaster victims in front of him.

"Hurry up, there's still a lot to do."

After vigorously stirring the pot with a big wooden stick, Manager Zhao's forehead was soaked with sweat.

The porridge was so thick that it couldn't be easily stirred with a stick, but it was almost the same as dry rice.

The smell from the pot gradually spread out, mixed with the smell from the multigrain steamed buns that had been put into the pot over there.

"It's porridge, you see. It's porridge." The people sitting closer sniffed the smell of rice in the air.

If it weren't for the officers and soldiers guarding the city standing in a long row in front of them, these people would have crowded in long ago.

"Look, there are pickles."

A tall man couldn't bear it long ago and stood up.

When I saw those bright red pickles being scooped out of the bucket, I couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

"Stand up, stand up, there will be a while."

The city guard, surnamed Chen, saw that the people brought by Qu Zhong started cooking porridge, so he led them to automatically maintain order.

This Zhijun Pavilion is really rich and powerful, look at the food served out, it is almost the same as what ordinary people eat.

Along the way, Qu Zhong not only counted the people he wanted to take away, but also roughly counted the number of people outside the west city.

It took a total of half an hour to walk from the city gate to the side of the official road.

He also probably counted the number of people, which should be between 5000 and 3.

This is what has come up in the past two days, and it is still a little far away, and it will take a day or two to arrive.

Sighing, Qu Zhong walked back with heavy steps.

Zhijun Pavilion can only accommodate about 2 people at most, which is still under the condition of super high load.

Today, the number of people he ordered at Chuchu is about 4000, which is also to leave some places for later refugees.

"That's all." Turning his head and giving instructions to Da Ying, Qu Zhong shook his head while walking back.

"Uncle Qu. Cough cough. Cough cough."

Sudden.

Several very faint shouts came from the crowd.

This voice already existed when Qu Zhong passed by, but he was too focused to hear it.

Even if he walked back now, he still didn't hear the voice until his trousers were pulled again.

There were countless situations like this along the way, so Qu Zhong subconsciously wanted to retract his legs, but it was the faint voice of Uncle Qu that made him stop.

Looking down, an unkempt young man was lying prostrate on the ground.

There are still some muddy footprints on the back.

"I'm Jiang Zheng, ahem." He hugged Qu Zhong's trouser legs with both hands, Jiang Zheng felt that this was his last chance.

Jiang Zheng...

Who...

"Jiang...you are Qu Zhuo's classmate."

Finally finding this person from his memory, Qu Zhong knelt down and brushed away the wet hair on his face.

Sure enough, it was the slender farm boy.

This Jiang Zheng and Qu Zhao have a good relationship, and they went back to Zhijun Pavilion a few times.

Every time I saw Qu Zhong, I would call him Uncle without being humble or overbearing, and I never felt timid because of my status as a farmer's son.

"Big win, put people on the back of the car, hurry up."

Parting his hair and revealing his face, Qu Zhong discovered that he had already developed a high fever, and his face was flushed red.

"My father, mother and younger brother are still behind." After struggling to say the last sentence, Jiang Zheng's neck tilted and he passed out.

"You send it to the side for the doctor to check the pulse."

Turning his head to give orders to Da Ying, Qu Zhongcai got up and shouted at the surroundings after they had been sent to the doctor at the gate of the city: "Who is Jiang Zheng's family?"

"Who is Jiang Zheng's family?" For some reason the family was not together, Qu Zhong just yelled as he walked.

"We are, we are."

He had already reached the grass beside the official road, and finally someone responded.

"Take people away."

There was no nonsense, Qu Zhong turned around and explained to the guys behind him.

"Where is my home Zheng'er, we have to wait for Zheng'er."

The woman twisted her body and was unwilling to go with the guys, but stubbornly wanted to wait for Jiang Zheng to come.

"Master Jiang is checking the pulse in front, come quickly."

The buddy was not angry either, and continued to persuade him in a good voice.

Qu Zhong pinched the center of his eyebrows, and his raised hand happened to touch Yao Guangyao who was walking from the side.

"Let's go, go back to Shijun Pavilion first, we can just keep people here."

Starting in the morning, it was already afternoon, and the group of them not only didn't eat, they didn't even drink their saliva.

Supporting the old man to go back, Qu Zhong shook his head: "I'll leave after the shed is built."

Compared with these masters, I am much younger.

And it is estimated that there will be a group of people coming in the evening. According to his research on geography, it is estimated that there are about 5 people living in the mountains and forests to the west.

I didn't leave until the rain stopped, and tonight is probably coming soon.

"It's up to you, pay attention to your body."

Yao Guangyao thumped his sore waist and had to admit that he was really old.

If you still insist on staying here, I am afraid that not only will you not be able to help, but it will also become a drag.

After seeing off the four tired-looking old men, Qu Zhong climbed up the tower and gazed into the distance for a while.

Sure enough, a lot of people were scattered on the official road far away, moving towards the city gate like ants.

"Big win, you go back with these carriages, and then get some tarpaulins."

Sighing, Qu Zhong spread out the ledger and looked at the things in his hand in detail.

Da Ying followed Qu Zhong step by step, holding a wooden stick in his hand, as if he wanted to protect Qu Zhong.

"Understood, young master." Although unwilling to leave, Da Ying still turned around reluctantly.

"Let Du Chengji go to Yao Wenxuan and say that we don't have enough money."

Looking at the group of refugees under the city gate, Qu Zhong let out a long sigh.

This is a bottomless pit...

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