Southerners

Chapter 110

"Brother Lang, you..." Bai Man'er's eyes quickly filled with tears, "...Are you doing it for Mr. Meng?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips and did not answer for a long while.

For Meng Huan?

Yes, no.

He just... felt that he couldn't like others anymore.

Even though Meng Huan doesn't know where he is now, even though Meng Huan has other women and children... even though he can't accompany Meng Huan to grow old.

He still can't accept others anymore.

"Brother Lang, don't tell me...you will never marry another wife in this life?"

Will you never marry another wife in this life?

Not necessarily... Song Zhi thought.

He just reached the crown this year, and he still has a long life.

"Man'er, I can't delay you." Song Zhi closed her eyes, "I don't want to let you down."

"Brother Lang has never been sorry to me!" Bai Man'er said loudly, tears streaming down his face, "Brother Lang...you have always taken care of and protected Man'er all this time, even if Brother Lang didn't want to marry me, Man'er My son is also willing to stay with Brother Lang as a slave and handmaiden, please don't reject me."

Actually, Yu Bai Man'er, how could her life be so complicated?Her thinking is also simple.

In her life, she grew up under the protection of her parents, and the closest people were only Song Zhi and Xiu Niang, and Liu Yanhan could be counted as one of them.

But now, after she left the Jiaofang Division, only Song Zhi was left.

For Song Zhi, Bai Man'er never asked for anything, nor did she expect anything extravagantly.

"Man'er," Song Zhi frowned disapprovingly, "You..."

"Brother Lan!" Bai Man'er knelt down with a "plop" and pulled Song Zhi's sleeve, "Please don't drive Man'er away."

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and looked at Bai Man'er quietly. Bai Man'er was crying. The little girl had experienced such painful partings one after another in just a few years, but her heart was still pure and soft.

Song Zhi felt that she had changed. He found that looking at Bai Man'er like this, he felt sadness and pity in his heart, and felt sad for Bai Man'er, but he couldn't cry.

In the past, Song Zhi might have pulled Bai Man'er up, or squatted down and hugged Bai Man'er, coaxing her, comforting her, and persuading her not to do this, but now, Song Zhi just stroked Bai Man'er's hair, suddenly After a pause, he said softly, "Okay, Man'er, don't cry."

"I promise you that's it."

He has nothing now, and neither does Bai Man'er. He is a man and can rely on himself, but Bai Man'er is still a little girl, so who can he rely on?If she is forced to marry her, she will not be happy either.

Bai Man'er looked up at him, still a little disbelieving, sniffling: "Really, Brother Lang? Did you really agree?"

Song Zhi nodded helplessly: "Yes, I agree."

"You will stay here in the future, and I will not arrange marriage for you again."

"Then..." Bai Man'er lowered his head and touched the bracelet on his hand, "I'll return this to you, the young master will give it to the young madam in the future."

Bai Man'er was quite obedient, and Song Zhi agreed to let her stay, but she immediately changed her name, no longer called Lange, but Young Master.

"No need, just keep it, in case it will be useful in the future?" Song Zhi said.

Bai Man'er looked at him puzzled, what's the use?

"Okay, since I promised you everything," Song Zhi pulled her up, "Stop kneeling, the ground is cold and hard, and your knees hurt."

Song Zhi had knelt down many times in Meng's Mansion, and now her knees have troubles, and she knows that kneeling is uncomfortable.

"Oh..." Bai Man'er agreed in a low voice, supported his knees, stood up, and leaned towards Song Zhifu, "Then Man'er has gone to cook for the young master."

Look at the sun, it's almost noon.

"There's no need to be so polite, Man'er," Song Zhi smiled, with a bitter and helpless smile, "What kind of young master am I, just a poor scholar."

The lowest class.

"Young master, don't say that," Bai Man'er seriously retorted, "Young master is a rare talent in this world, so don't underestimate yourself."

Song Zhi was helpless.

Gifted?

what talent...

An earthquake not only killed Xiuniang, but even more people died in the civilian area, and many people were affected in Xingshun Hutong. After Song Zhi came back, she only looked from a distance and saw many houses collapsed. Many of them were injured or even lost their lives.

Song Zhi knew that her strength was meager and she couldn't do much, so she could only take out a little of her savings, went to the doctor, bought some urgently needed medicinal materials, and porridge and rice, etc., and sent them to Xingshun Hutong to help the homeless. Recovered disaster victims should be rescued urgently.

The friendship of giving charcoal in the snow is always something to make people feel grateful. When these victims saw Song Zhi, they all got up and bowed in a polite manner, calling Mr. Song to show their gratitude.

The earthquake in the capital was naturally a major event that shook the entire Yuan Dynasty. Shizu issued an edict of guilt the next day, and the Dadu Road Chief Administration quickly responded and arranged disaster relief everywhere.

In order to whitewash the appearance, some officials also brought out some relief supplies in a hypocritical manner.

However, this is a drop in the bucket.

Especially for such corners as Xingshun Hutong, besides, there are many Han Chinese living here, perhaps many Mongolians. It is good for these Han people to die, and who will come to rescue them?

But after all, there are good people there. There is a merchant nearby who does some small business and earns money, which is used for disaster relief.

Song Zhi's little savings were spent within two days.

Now, let alone disaster relief, even his own survival has become a problem.

Song Zhi then asked Bai Man'er: "It's not a good life to live with Brother Lang. You see, we will soon be out of food."

The rice at home can last for a few days.

But looking at the victims sleeping on the street, they just hid pitifully in temporary tents to shelter from the wind and rain, with no food or clothing. Song Zhi also felt that it was impossible to hide these few meters.

The same people from the Song Dynasty were in trouble, and if they didn't help each other, who would come to the rescue?

"The young master is kind-hearted. Man'er follows the young master, and is willing to live any kind of life without any complaints."

Because of Song Zhi's charitable deed, some doctors from the medical clinic near Xingshun Hutong volunteered to provide free consultations for the victims, and those who had spare money at home also used it to buy food and rice.

It seems to be famous and powerful, Song Zhi's reputation has also spread from Danguifang, and everyone in the neighborhood knows that there is such a Mr. Song, who looks handsome and is kind-hearted. If it is not after the disaster, many people would like to Marry your daughter to Song Zhi.

When Song Zhi arrived and was hungry after eating his last meal, he put off the disaster relief work at hand and thought about where to get some money.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhi ran into an old friend as soon as he left the house that day.

Prime Minister You of Zhongshu and Li Huosun.

The tall carriage was parked on the side of the road to make way for passing vehicles. This court official promoted by the prince showed his self-cultivation in every detail.

Heli Huosun's mansion is in Lirenfang, not far from Danguifang, but not too close. I don't know what he is doing here, Song Zhi was thinking, when he saw the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Heli Huosun peeped in from inside. Give a hand.

The chief steward immediately stepped forward, and asked with respect to Huo Sun, "Is Song Zilan in front?"

"Yes," the chief steward glanced at Song Zhi, "it's him. Do you want to call him over to talk?"

Heli Huosun came here to check on the disaster situation. Seeing that the passers-by on the side of the road seemed to respect Song Zhi very much, he was a little curious. He didn't know what Song Zhi had done to make so many people admire him.

"You call him over." Heli Huosun said.

"Yes." The head steward replied.

Song Zhi was surprised and curious, and Li Huo Sun seemed to be sizing him up?why?

"Song Zilan," before Song Zhi could come up with a solution, the chief manager had already walked over, "Master, please come over."

The chief manager gave an order, then turned around to inquire why these people respect Song Zhi so much.

Song Zhi was puzzled and stepped forward.

"Caomin has seen your lord," Song Zhi bowed in front of the carriage, "I don't know what your lord's order is?"

Sitting in the carriage with Li Huo Sun, he looked at Song Zhi. He was wearing a shabby cloth shirt. The piece of wrist that came was so thin that it could be easily broken.

Heli Huo Sun frowned, and asked: "What's your recent..."

After his savings were gone, Song Zhi pawned all the clothes Meng Huan had ordered for him. They were expensive materials, and they could be worth a few taels of silver, so now he put on the old clothes again.

"My lord, Song Zhi is fine." Song Zhi replied before He Li Huo Sun finished asking.

But he really doesn't look very good this way.

At this time, the chief steward also came back, he leaned over, whispered a few words in Heli Huosun's ear, then turned his head and looked at Song Zhi a few more times.

Heli Huo Sun waved his hand: "Okay, I see."

"No wonder you look so desolate." Knowing the truth, Heli Huosun, while appreciating Song Zhi, felt a little more pity, and said, "It's not what you do to be a good person."

"You have to fill your own stomach first, before you have the energy to fill the stomachs of others."

He thought Song Zhi was simply starving and thin.

Song Zhi bent her lips: "Thank you for your teaching."

Heli Huosun stared at Song Zhi's face, and when Song Zhi spoke, he suddenly felt that Song Zhi was a little different.

"No, I came here to check on the disaster situation. I am very pleased to see people like you who are doing their best to help the neighbors."

"It's just..." Heli Huosun guessed that Song Zhi would not accept his silver, so he said, "I don't know if you are willing to work in my residence this time?"

With errands, there is money, not charity, so Song Zhixing may be able to accept it.

Heli Huosun knew that Meng Huan had left the capital, but he didn't know why Song Zhi left the Meng Mansion, but seeing Song Zhi's expression, he felt that it was inconvenient to ask, so he had to keep it in mind, and turned around and ordered someone to investigate.

Song Zhiyuan wanted to refuse, but thinking of those disaster victims and Bai Man'er who followed him without food and clothing, he couldn't say the words of refusal.

What's more, Song Zhi smiled wryly to herself, after staying in the Meng Mansion for so long, it would be too hypocritical to refuse with trivial reasons now.

"Thank you for your favor." Song Zhifu lowered her body and knelt down in front of Heli Huo Sun, with a respectful tone, "The grass people are very grateful."

He is sincerely grateful.

Once upon a time, Song Zhi could politely refuse Huo Sun's invitation again and again, but now, he had no choice.

"What are you doing with so many gifts?" Heli Huo Sun smiled slightly, "Get up."

"Thank you, sir." Song Zhi supported her knees, stood up, and then stood up, suddenly felt dizzy, almost fell down, but fortunately was supported by the servant standing beside her.

"Sir beware."