Before and after the winter solstice, it is advisable to keep the body and the body in peace, and all officials must be safe. After codifying the commercial law, Murphy and the rest of the clients were given a few days off.

Climbing up from the warm bed, the body immediately shivered. After grooming, Murphy walked out of the room, only to find that it was covered in silver. The plum blossoms in the yard are blooming, adding a bit of glamour to the snow-colored world.

Murphy took a deep breath, bringing in bursts of coolness, but his spirit was exceptionally relaxed.

"Sir." A voice interrupted Murphy's thoughts.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Yuezhi was about to salute with a broom. Murphy waved his hand and said, "No need to salute, you can do your own thing."

"Here." Yuezhi turned around and prepared to clear the snow in the yard.

Mo Fei's heart moved, and he said again: "There are usually few people walking around in the courtyard, so let's just leave it like this for the time being."

Saying this, Murphy stepped into the yard, leaving a row of footprints on the white and unsullied snow, either bending or turning, until the snow in the yard was occupied by footprints, she was not there. Murphy stopped under the plum tree and looked at his masterpiece, Murphy was in a particularly happy mood.

Yue Zhi on the corridor stared blankly at her behavior with a strange expression. He is usually a prudent and elegant person, but this would be so boring.

Well, it's better to go out on horseback and ride the snow today. An idea suddenly popped into Murphy's mind.

"Yuezhi, I'm going out to ride a horse." Murphy went into the room and took a scarf to send it on and walked out.

Yue Yi was stunned: "Sir, it's freezing cold, you... are you going to ride a horse?"

Murphy waved his hand and went to the stable to find her "Xiayu".

Reluctantly, Yue Zhi immediately reported the matter to the guards who were patrolling outside the hospital.

Murphy walked down the street with Xiayu. Although it was still early, there were already many busy people in the market.

Along the way, many people took the initiative to salute her and say hello. A few days ago, she traveled around in order to compile commercial law, but many clan merchants and ordinary people got to know her. Her reputation in Rong Zhen is now booming, and she has the title of the first guest, but because she is too young, she lacks the qualifications to shock Shilin.

After a while, we reached the West City Gate. Rongzhen has many plains and few mountains. Not far from the west gate, there is a vast open space, which is enough for her to ride a horse. There, no one should have set foot there at the moment, the white snow is very spectacular just thinking about it.

Mo Fei thought happily, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the row of shabby awnings in the corner of the city gate, and he was stunned and stopped.

That row of awnings was all built up with a few pieces of wood, and covered with a few pieces of sackcloth, it became a residence. There were many people in ragged clothes coming and going around the awning. Some people were cooking food in large pots, some people were eating dry food, and some people were huddled in the corners and shivering.

In this cold winter, such a scene is really indescribably bitter.

Murphy guessed that this is probably the last batch of refugees this year. The previous batches have already been arranged. Although life is hard, at least they have a shelter from the wind and rain. However, this batch of refugees arrived too late, and I am afraid that they will have to wait until the spring of next year to distribute them.

This is Rongzhen King City! There are still so many refugees in the royal city, what are the other towns like?

"Brother, this is so hard that Yaya can't bite."

As soon as Murphy approached the refugee camp, a little girl's slightly aggrieved voice came from his ear. He followed the sound and saw two children, a boy and a girl, who were only eleven or twelve years old, squatting in the corner.

The boy took the black and yellow thing in the girl's hand and put it into his arms carefully, and said, "I don't care if it's too hard, it won't be hard if my brother keeps it warm in his arms."

"Oh." The girl nodded obediently, staring at the food in the boy's arms while digging snow balls from the ground with her right hand and stuffing it into her mouth, obviously hungry.

The two children were next to each other, their bodies trembled slightly, and their little hands were red with cold.

Mo Fei felt sour in his heart, and after thinking about it, he turned around and went to a distant food store to buy a few hot pots.

"Here, eat." Murphy squatted beside them and handed Wotou over.

The girl looked at the hot wotou, her eyes lit up, and she was a little timid when she wanted to reach out. The boy took his sister's hand and looked at Murphy without speaking.

Seeing this, Murphy took the initiative to put a nest in their hands.

The girl couldn't wait to eat, the boy hesitated and then opened his mouth to take a bite, and at the same time asked: "This adult, why do you want to give us food?" Although he is small, he can still distinguish between good and bad clothes, which has never been done before. The adults gave them something.

Murphy touched the boy's head and said, "I wanted to talk to someone, so I brought you some food by the way. Children, where are your parents?"

The boy replied, "Dad went to war, and mother fell asleep under the tung tree."

Fell asleep……

Murphy paused and asked again, "Where is your hometown? Are there any other relatives?"

The boy shook his head: "We have no relatives, and we don't know the name of our hometown, but we will go back one day."

"I don't know the name of my hometown, how will I go back in the future?"

The girl swallowed the food in her mouth and replied first: "My mother said that our hometown is full of green tung trees, as long as you follow the road with the green tung trees, you can find our home, and my mother will be there. The fifty-fourth green tung tree is waiting for us."

The boy was silent.

Murphy was also silent, his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, sour and uncomfortable, and the original You Xing disappeared without a trace.

She slowly got up and looked at everything in front of her. In this era, hunger, death, and disease are everywhere. She is not a saint, nor does she have a great ideal to eliminate suffering in the world, and she is just an ordinary person trying to survive in troubled times. However, if it is within her power, she should also do something.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

Murphy's eyes flashed with determination. During this period of time, she has accumulated a lot of money. In addition to the money from selling mirrors last time, there are also Wu Yue's reward and the monthly example of being a guest. The usual living expenses basically do not need to spend money, so she has a small savings now. It is possible to spend most of it to help these refugees through the winter.

It's just that she can't take care of refugees elsewhere, but it's not impossible.

The winters here are cold and long, and if you ignore them, you don't know how many people will die. So, save as much as you can!

Thinking of this, Murphy led the horse and headed home.

"My lord, my subordinates have something to report." Shen Bo saluted.

"What's the matter?" Wu Yue continued to look up the memorial without raising his head.

"It's about Lord Futu."

Wu Yue paused, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with him?" Some commercial law regulations have just been announced these days, and businessmen from all sides have written to vote.

"Lord Futu bought a lot of food and clothing with several servants the day before yesterday."

"Buying food and clothing? What's the use?"

"Relief for refugees."

Wu Yue frowned slightly: "Aren't those refugees all resettled?"

"The refugees after the winter have not yet been arranged. Because of the frost, it is inconvenient to live in various places, and the houses need to be rebuilt."

Wu Yue nodded and said indifferently, "If that's the case, let him go and see how much money he paid to the treasury, just record it."

Shen Bo hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Master Futu never paid a penny to the warehouse, he used his own savings to buy food."

"What?" How much savings does he have? How many people can that money save? Why didn't he ask himself for help?

All kinds of questions came to his mind, and Wu Yue couldn't tell what he was feeling. That guy who lives frugally, the first time he spends a lot of money is for others, are those ordinary poor worth his trouble?

"How much food did he buy? How much clothing did he buy?"

"The food is about 70 stone, and the clothes... there are probably several carts."

Wu Yue was silent. At the current price of food, 70 stone would cost nearly 100 silver, plus a few truckloads of clothes. Didn't he spend all his savings?

Wu Yue didn't know that Murphy still had the money from selling mirrors.

"In addition," Shen Bo said again, "Lord Futu is helping the refugees in the name of the lord."

"..."

There is a Jimin Terrace on the edge of the West City. The refugees here can receive two free hot meals from here every day. At the same time, each person also gets a set of winter clothes and bedding, which makes the original dead place appear a bit. anger.

Someone asked: Who is the kind person who gives porridge and clothes?

The answer is: King Rong Zhen.

Soon, Wu Yue, the king of Rong Zhen, had a good name for helping the people in distress, in addition to the prestige of "invincible ghost general".

Compared with the refugees who have been allocated houses and land, these people who have been rescued directly from the brink of life and death are more grateful. As people compete for praise, Rong Zhen, who was originally not well-known, can stand out in the future, attracting talented people and homeless people from all walks of life to gather here.

"Why in the name of this king?" Wu Yue had no interest in taking other people's honors.

"In the name of the lord is far more appropriate than in the name of Futu."

"Then why should I spend my own money? Discuss this with the king, how could the king disagree?" Wu Yue is not a master who loves the people very much, he just doesn't want Fu Tu to give everything for unrelated people.

Mo Fei was silent for a while, then said: "The lord's money is still very useful, and it can't be easily moved. But Futu's money is useless. Under the lord's family, Futu doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, so it's better to use it to relieve those refugee."

Wu Yue's mood improved slightly when he heard the sentence "Under the lord's door, Fu Tu doesn't need to worry about food and clothing".

Murphy added, "Furthermore, Futu does not intend to undertake the task of helping the people alone. Futu, the refugees in Wangcheng, can't take care of them all, let alone all the refugees in Rongzhen?"

"Oh? Futu's move has deep meaning?"

"I don't know if it's serious or not. It will take a few days to find out. However, there is one thing that must be approved by the lord."

"What's the matter?"

"Build a library."

Wu Yue was stunned. The last time Fu Tu was in a drowsy sleep, he mentioned it, and he fully agreed: "This is a great thing, and this king fully supports it."

Murphy said, "It's not that simple. Futu hopes that the lord will agree to include all orphans under the age of twelve in Rong Zhen in the library."

"!"