Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen-Chapter 483 - : Fallen Soldiers

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Chapter 483: Fallen Soldiers

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, the Emperor was kind, so even for those soldiers who were seriously injured and could no longer go to the battlefield, the Emperor would give them a settlement fee and receive some silver from the court every year.

The families of the deceased soldiers would also be given consolation money.

However, in the past few years, Great Wei’s situation was also like this. Therefore, even if they did not give much compensation, this year was a little different. Because of the high-yield grain, Great Wei’s development in the past two years could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds. The amount of silver that could be given out was also a lot more.

At this time, the Emperor was once again incomparably grateful to Jian Qingqing for the high-yield grain. If not for the high-yield grain, he did not know if he could survive this disaster.

Therefore, the Emperor was very generous this time. The consolation money for the injured and dead soldiers was several times more than in previous years.

As for the disabled soldiers, he instructed the officials below to provide them with high-yield grain seeds for free every year.

Apart from the grain seeds, there would be an additional 500 catties of grain every year to ensure that they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

This move won the praise of the people. In the past, going to the battlefield was torture for them. Now that they had such good benefits and protection, it was a very good thing for them.

When Jian Qingqing walked on the streets, she found that most of the people were praising this measure and were happy about the victory. However, there seemed to be many wandering children and heartbroken women on the streets.

Although there used to be child beggars on the streets, there were definitely not as many as there were now.

A five or six-year-old child was being chased by other children. Those children kept shouting, “Your father is dead, mother doesn’t want you, little bastard. Stop and let us give you a beating!”

The child running in front had a dirty face and many wounds. Hearing this, he did not react much and just ran with a numb face to avoid being hit by other children.

Those children obviously did not know what cruel things they were doing. They still had innocent smiles on their faces as they chased after the child in front of them and beat him up.

Jian Qingqing frowned and hurried forward.

Suddenly, the child in front of her staggered and accidentally tripped over a stone beside Jian Qingqing’s feet.

Jian Qingqing frowned and quickly helped the child up carefully. She shouted, “What are you guys doing!” 𝒃𝒆𝙙𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝙤𝙢

When the group of children saw the adults, they quickly ran over with smiles.

Jian Qingqing squatted down and carefully held the child’s face. She asked with concern, “What’s your name? Where do you live? Let me send you back.”

Hearing this, the child’s tears immediately fell, washing away a clean tear stain on his dirty face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jian Qingqing quickly comforted him. “What happened? You can tell me and I will help you uphold justice. Did the other children hit you?”

The child shook his head and sobbed, “I don’t have a home anymore… Boohoo!”

“Where are your parents?” Jian Qingqing asked. “Where are your grandparents or other relatives?”

The child choked. “They said that my father died in battle, and my mother married someone with my father’s money. Doudou has no grandparents, and my mother sold the house. Now, I have no home…”

Jian Qingqing did not expect this. The child in front of her was a descendant of the fallen soldiers. She looked at the children who had appeared on the street.. Were their identities the same as Doudou?