Qin Ya handed a bowl of thick hot porridge and two steamed buns to an old grandmother's hand, and said in a warm voice: "mother-in-law, please slow down. Over there, you can sit down and eat slowly. Don't worry."

The grandmother answered and said a few words of gratitude, and then led her young grandson to the side of the porridge shed, and the people in line behind quickly walked forward with bowls.

Beside Qin ya, there was also a long line. At a glance, there were all people in rags. Rao Shanghua asked several people for help, but there was still not enough.

She is used to the busy life in modern times. She doesn't want to sit around. She also helps to distribute steamed bread and other things.

As for those who dare to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, there are not even half of them. All they need to do is look at the soldiers near the congee shed and they are scared. Where else will anyone take the opportunity to make trouble.

"You see, the one who makes steamed bread over there seems to be princess Yu."

"Really? Isn't she vicious? How can you come to give porridge in person

"I'm not sure. It's just a way to win over people's hearts."

"No matter whether she wins the hearts of the people or not, you see, this porridge is full of rice grains. In the past, who would be so willing to give porridge? Even if it is to win people's support, I will accept it. "

"Yes, yes, those are just rumors. You haven't heard of the things happened a few days ago. The princess is not a bad person."

The common people in and out of the city, looking at the simple clothes, personally giving porridge to the refugees outside the city, their eyes were glued to it, and they were talking to each other. However, the two places were so far apart that they could not hear anything about the flowers on the street.

They are only busy with their own, and it is an hour after the porridge is distributed.

Qin Ya took the flowers on the street and sat on the side to rest. Looking at the people who were gobbling in the porridge shed in the distance, she couldn't help but sigh: "it's really pathetic."

said half way, she could not help but make complaints about it: "but they are miserable, and we are not going anywhere." Princess, the maidservant made the account book before she came out today. You don't have much private money now. You are so generous that others can give porridge as long as they can have some soup. There is no one like you who can cook a pot of porridge and would like to use the bag of rice. "

On the street flower smell speech but just light raise an eye, not salty open a mouth: "rice grain is little, that still call porridge? You and I usually drink porridge hard, is not also that kind of clear soup

Qin Ya flattened her mouth. Although she agreed with her, she still said, "but princess, according to your practice, I'm afraid all the rice you buy can't last three days. Look, this is the account book made by the maid yesterday."

Said, she took out a Book of accounts and handed it to the flowers on the street. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

Moshanghua took over the account book, but did not go through it carefully. She turned to the last page and saw that there were two hundred taels of silver recorded on it. When she saw that there were two hundred taels of silver left, she changed her face a little. She twisted the paper industry and carefully turned over the contents in front of her.

"I've been slack these days, and I haven't paid attention to it." Wait to turn over to finish, the flower on the street just closed account book, eyebrow tight frown opens a mouth.

Although she still has dividends from grain stores in Wujun County, as well as the monthly living expenses in the government, she is still in short supply according to her current spending level.

Seeing this, Qin Ya shook her sleeve and said, "princess, you can't go out and walk around. Which one doesn't cost money? We can't just keep this one acre of land."