Reborn Doctor Concubine-Chapter 113: The Future Consort of Prince Jǐng

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The next day, Su Li rose bright and early.

After breakfast, she went with Jun Mo to the porridge distribution site.

Considering many disaster victims were still in their homes, Han Shi had dispatched men to knock on doors, house by house.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Anyone home? They’ve started distributing porridge and grain at the city gate! Hurry, hurry!"

"Everyone, come out quickly! They’re distributing porridge and grain at the city gate, you all hurry over!"

They had initially thought these government soldiers were again coming to warn them not to go out, but who would have known they’d hear such good news.

The eyes of the common folk, their faces previously numb, gradually began to shine.

Victim: "You... what’re you sayin’? Distributin’ porridge?"

Soldier: "That’s right, hurry and go."

Victim: "Weren’t they sayin’ the imperial court’s grain couldn’t be transported out? How can they still be givin’ out porridge?"

Soldier: "This grain was provided by the daughter of Minister Su, the future Consort of Prince Jǐng. I’ve delivered the message, you should hurry there! I still have to go to the next house."

Conversations like this could be heard everywhere in Shu Du city and the disaster-stricken prefectures and counties.

The victims, carrying bowls and chopsticks, swarmed out of their doors.

When they met fellow villagers at the village entrance, they would travel together.

"You’ve all heard, right? It’s the young lady of the Su family who donated the grain. His Highness Prince Jǐng is in charge of disaster relief. These two are truly benevolent and kind-hearted."

"Isn’t that the truth! I thought I’d just be waitin’ in my hut to die, didn’t expect to get a mouthful of hot food."

"Prince Jǐng and the Consort of Prince Jǐng have truly saved our whole family’s lives!"

"My boy went out to find food, it’s been three days, and he still hasn’t come back, sigh..."

"My husband too, he went out and just vanished. The child at home is about to starve to death. Thankfully, they’ve started distributing porridge."

...

By the time Su Li and the others arrived, the area in front of the porridge distribution shed was already packed with victims.

Su Li noticed a row of flags stuck in the ground before the porridge shed, each bearing a large character Su.

Soldiers were also shouting loudly: "Everyone line up properly, one by one, there’s enough for everyone! Don’t rush."

"This grain belongs to the young lady of Minister Su’s household, who is also our future Consort of Prince Jǐng. Miss Su heard about the disaster in Shu Du and donated the grain without batting an eye, allowing His Highness Prince Jǐng to carry out disaster relief."

"You must all be grateful to His Highness Prince Jǐng and Miss Su!"

Besides porridge and steamed buns, each victim could also receive a bag of rice.

"Register your household over here, then collect a bag of rice to take back and cook yourselves. If you’re frugal, it will last a month without issue. Next month, come back here again to collect more."

If the grain were distributed to the victims all at once, and it got stolen or snatched, the losses would be too great. freewebnσvel.cøm

Distributing it monthly like this not only reduced losses but also helped to settle the victims.

Cradling hot porridge and white flour steamed buns the size of a head, the victims shouted one after another.

"Thank you, Prince Jǐng! Thank you, Consort of Prince Jǐng!"

"Thank you, Miss Su!"

"Thank you, Consort of Prince Jǐng!"

Some even kowtowed in the direction of the capital city.

The status of Jun Mo and Su Li in the hearts of these common people rose to an unprecedented height.

Su Li frowned and said, "Wouldn’t it have been fine to just say this grain was yours? Why did you have to mention me?"

She had originally intended to snatch this merit from Jun Hui and give it to Jun Mo.

Jun Mo smiled, "Without Li’er, where would this batch of grain have come from? How could this Prince take all the credit?"

Just as Su Li was about to speak, a commotion erupted from within the crowd.

A troop of yamen runners pushed through the crowd; judging by their attire, they were from the Prefectural Office.

Indeed, once the yamen runners cleared a path, a portly, round-faced man squeezed out of a soft sedan chair; it was precisely the Prefect.

He swaggered forward, his nose in the air.

"Who’s in charge here!"

Wang Wei stepped forward and said, "I am. What is it, Your Excellency?"

The Prefect glanced at him. "You? Who are you? Do you know that by distributing porridge here, you’ve disrupted the grain prices in Shu Du? Men! Seize this person and throw him in jail! Dismantle this porridge shed!"

Wang Wei shouted fiercely, "Who dares!"

The Prefect glared with his small eyes, "Oh-ho! Why wouldn’t this Prefect dare? Do it!"

At this moment, a little boy picked up a stone and threw it at the Prefect.

"Corrupt official! You don’t release grain yourself and want to starve us to death. When others release grain, you come to make trouble! Beat you to death, you corrupt official!!"

The Prefect cried out "Aiyo!" clutching his struck forehead.

A warm liquid trickled down through his fingers.

The Prefect looked at his blood-covered hand.

"You little whelp! See if I don’t skin you alive! Men! Seize him for me, and lock him in the great jail along with the other!"

Just as the yamen runners were about to grab the boy, Han Shi arrived with his men.

"Stop!"

The Prefect, clutching his head, looked over and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Why has Governor-General sir come?"

Han Shi snorted coldly, "This porridge shed was set up under this Governor-General’s orders. For this disaster relief, His Highness Prince Jǐng has already entrusted it to this Governor-General!"

The Prefect was stunned, then nodded and bowed obsequiously, expressing that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Governor-General sir, this is all a misunderstanding. If there’s grain for disaster relief, that’s naturally for the best. But this little whelp dared to assault an imperially appointed official, according to the laws of Tian Qi..."

Before he could finish, Han Shi interrupted him, "This child did nothing wrong. You, a Prefect, not only failed to save them during a severe disaster, but you also try to stop others from saving them. If His Majesty knew about this, it’s hard to say if you could even keep that official’s cap on your head!"

The Prefect immediately deflated. The Governor-General’s words clearly meant he intended to protect that boy.

He who understands the times is a wise man.⁸ He could always settle scores after the Governor-General left; it wouldn’t be too late.

"The Governor-General is right. This subordinate... this subordinate will immediately dispatch men to help with the porridge distribution."

Han Shi said coldly, "No need. Take your men and scram."

His Highness had long said not to let anyone outside their own people handle it, to avoid any mishaps.

"Yes, yes, yes, this subordinate will scram right away." After speaking, he led his men away dejectedly.

"The Governor-General is mighty!"

"Scram, you corrupt official!"

The surrounding victims all cheered.

Jun Mo said to Mo Yang, "Let’s go."

...

The humiliated Prefect did not return to his official residence but instead went to the Jiang Manor.

In the main hall of the Jiang Manor, Jiang He sat in the seat of honor, with officials and gentry seated on his left and right.

"Master Jiang, you must quickly think of a plan. If this continues, our plans will be impossible to carry out."

Jiang He, seated above, calmly sipped his tea.

"I didn’t expect the Su family to actually have granaries in Shu Du as well. They’ve already taken the first step in disaster relief. For now, our only option is to also open our granaries and distribute grain."

An old man with a full head of white hair said, "But Prince Jǐng hasn’t left yet. If we distribute grain now, aren’t we just using our grain to bolster Prince Jǐng’s reputation?"

Jiang He said, "There’s no other way. When the time comes, we will heavily publicize the Sixth Prince’s grain donation. At the very least, we can’t let Prince Jǐng monopolize all the credit."

Everyone nodded.

Even if things didn’t go as expected, at least it would allow the Sixth Prince to gain some merit in the disaster relief.

Jiang He looked at the subordinate by his side: "Notify those guarding the granaries to load up one warehouse full of grain onto carts and send it to Han Shi."

"Yes!"

"To use one warehouse of grain to earn some reputation for the Sixth Prince, it’s still a worthwhile trade."

"Indeed, the rest, we can sell it later, and that will be another large sum of silver."

"Master Jiang is truly brilliant."

...

Listening to the flattery from those below, Jiang He remained unmoved, sipping his tea with an inscrutable expression.

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