Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

Chapter 197: Resettling refugees and settling in Kyoto?

At this time outside the city.

The refugees walked forward with their bowls in hand, taking turns to get today's meal. At this point, no one would complain about whether the meal was high quality or not.

Yesterday’s corn porridge and Hu pancakes had already satisfied most people, not to mention the spicy and spicy soup the day before.

Today, An Qiao also made simple pancakes and a bowl of porridge with vegetables, meat and medicinal herbs.

Many people were very excited and held the porridge with gratitude.

An old lady squatted on the side with a bowl in her hand, carefully feeding the bread into the child's stomach bit by bit.

The others just squatted aside, silently eating the relief food they had received.

In fact, today, many people have lost the confidence to live, let alone any hope.

They traveled all the way from the south to the north, and were despised in every city they went to. They went hungry one day and didn't know how long it had been. Everyone was pale and thin, and many of them looked like a piece of dried firewood.

Many people swallow their food numbly and can no longer feel the taste.

Some people were even infected with the plague, but they did not go to the free clinic. Instead, they just sat quietly aside, as if waiting for death to come.

Gu Qingyun stood on the city wall and looked at it, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't go down there and meet them, but standing here, he felt somewhat superior.

Seeing that many people seemed to have lost the desire to live, I felt sad.

Everything else is easy to solve. If a person loses hope, he will never be able to stand up again.

"Shaoqing, are we going back to report?" Xinhai looked at Gu Qingyun's frown and sighed.

"Of course we have to go back. If there is no way to keep them alive, everything will be meaningless. They seem to be living mechanically now, without any hope." Gu Qingyun sighed.

Just as I was about to walk into the palace wall, I heard crying from all sides below.

"Wuwuwuwuwu, what should I do? What should I do?"

"Several villages in the south have been flooded. We have lost our homes and land. What's the point of living? What's the point of me coming here?"

We saw new refugees arriving, and they brought news that several villages in the south had been flooded.

"God is unfair to us. There is no meaning in living. I have lost all three of my children, my wife, and even my 70-year-old mother. What is the meaning of living alone? I am a pauper."

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

I don’t know if it was because they were infected by each other or if everyone had different problems in their hearts, but soon there were cries everywhere.

"This meal is really delicious, but it won't last for a few days."

There were both men and women crying, but they all felt an indescribable sadness.

"We have to go back and report to the emperor quickly. If they have no hope, they will be easily instigated by people with ulterior motives, and there may even be civil unrest." The mood was not good, and everyone was living in waves of sorrow. Gu Qingyun immediately turned around and left.

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Inside the palace, the already anxious emperor saw Gu Qingyun coming back in a hurry, and his temple suddenly throbbed.

"Your Majesty, the refugees outside have basically lost the will to survive. If this continues, I am afraid that it will cause civil unrest." Gu Qingyun went straight to the point without any excessive prefaces.

The emperor immediately understood why his temple was throbbing.

The minister who was originally in charge of dealing with the refugees was also in the store, and he couldn't help but his eyelids twitching.

Provoking civil unrest is a very serious matter. If that day really comes, the innocence of several generations of his family will be ruined in his hands.

"We have to come up with a plan immediately, otherwise the natural disasters and man-made disasters will not be able to be controlled." Another minister also said.

The conversation kept turning from one end to the other, continuing to linger.

Gu Qingyun had no choice but to be the first to speak out, "I suggest that we provide them with houses and land, and register them as residents of Kyoto Prefecture. Those who were originally from the same village should be relocated together to different villages in the suburbs of Kyoto. This way, everyone will have hope of survival."

"The fields here, the relationships between the villagers, and the houses all cost money, Your Excellency." The minister next to him couldn't help but say sarcastically.

The treasury is simply empty and cannot come up with that much money to help everyone.

"There is nothing we can do about it. If we don't resettle them, they won't be able to survive, and it will also be worrying that they will cause civil unrest." Of course, there are also people standing on Gu Qingyun's side.

"If it really doesn't work, then just issue national debt. Now we can provide them with supplies and territory for free, and then increase taxes for a few years in the future. This way they can survive, and we won't lose much." There are still many people who talk without any worries.

"...What you said, if we increase their taxes in their current situation, wouldn't that be a threat to their lives?" The minister in charge of resettlement of refugees could no longer listen, and after a pause, he said, "I think we should follow Gu Shaoqing's words and at least provide them with houses and land. As for the issue of taxes, I think they should not be increased. After all, they don't even have the will to live now. If the taxes are increased, they will be even more unable to survive."

"Then is it possible that you and Shaoqing are the ones who have to pay for this? I see that both your families are quite wealthy, and it's time to make contributions to the court." The court was already divided into several factions, and this was not just a battle between two people, but also a battle between two factions.

So the words are extremely harsh and sarcastic.

"Sir Shaoqing and I can certainly contribute a portion, but we can't contribute that much." The minister nodded to Shaoqing to apologize for his rash decision.

Gu Qingyun didn't take it seriously. After all, this kind of verbal battle was probably not true. Even if it was true, he was not completely unable to come up with a penny.

"Alright, alright, these are the things you quarrel about every day. The treasury is empty, but it's not without a penny. How about this, those who are rich in the court donate some money, and those who are poor donate some goods, and the national treasury also takes out half, and we will get this done. If there is a real civil unrest, it will be more than just this little bit that will be spent." In just a few days, the emperor seemed to have aged 1 years due to torture.

I lie in front of memorials every day to deal with this matter.

Everyone seemed satisfied, except Gu Qingyun, who said, "Your Majesty, please make a decision soon. I believe that if the ministers go to the city gate to take a look, they will have the same idea as me."

As he spoke, Gu Qingyun repeated the scene he had just seen at the city gate and the situation of the displaced people.

In fact, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have had so many thoughts. He just watched it all, and there was really nothing he could do about it.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, many people fell silent.