It wasn't until Xie Fengyue walked out of the pavilion that she heard Xie Rui choke behind her: "This is obviously something you do easily, but you are unwilling to help me. You will regret it sooner or later."
Xie Fengyue sneered coldly and quickened her pace. There were many things she would regret in her life, not least of which was her.
When she arrived at the corner tower, Xie Fengyue had calmed down. Seeing Butler Xie already waiting there, she asked with a smile: "What do you want waiting for me here?"
Butler Xie didn't say a single unnecessary word. His head was sweating due to the heat. He handed the wooden box on his left hand to Zhe Zhi and said, "The master has left the mansion for some time. This is the deed of the soldiers of the mansion. Master." For the sake of the girl, these people signed a death contract.”
Then he handed another box to Xie Fengyue: "This is what the master promised. The younger one has already ordered it once. If the girl can't trust me, she can order it again here."
Xie Fengyue weighed the wooden box in her hand, and her heart was already filled with joy. These days were really getting more and more promising.
She smiled and said: "How can I not trust you, Butler Xie? You are running the Xie Mansion in the middle of the capital diligently. If I still can't trust you, wouldn't it mean that I, a junior, am ignorant?"
After finishing speaking, Xie Fengyue took a heavy purse from her waist and stuffed it into him.
Butler Xie, who had been waiting for Mao's burning heart, was almost soothed by these compliments. She also handed over the purse very politely, and for a while, his original serious expression became more sincere. laugh.
"The girl is so complimentary. This is all the job of the old slave. But the girl has just entered the capital not long ago. I'm afraid she doesn't know that there are craftsmen in the capital who specialize in building houses and tiles for the nobles. But our Xie Mansion has some skilled craftsmen." Man, I will send someone to report to the girl’s house tomorrow.”
Xie Fengyue blinked her eyes: "As expected of Mr. Butler who can take charge of such trivial matters in Xie Mansion. He is as careful as hair."
Butler Xie, who was respectfully called Mr., smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. After giving many trivial instructions, he happily left.
Taking advantage of the excitement, Xie Fengyue rushed to Weining's residence, Rong Anbo's residence, without stopping.
Collect money sooner rather than later.
After I went to the concierge and reported my surname, the guard had a dark face and said coldly: "No one with the surname Xie is allowed to enter the house."
This was the first time Zhezhi was stopped after announcing her home, and she turned to look at Xie Fengyue at a loss.
The carriage was not far away, and the guard did not make a sound when he said this. Xie Fengyue listened without hesitation.
She raised her eyebrows and waved towards Zhezhi.
It seems that Mrs. Wei still knows something about the inside story, and she doesn't even care about the Xie family's face among the big clan.
After all the fuss, Xie Fengyue lost interest, and as the sky got dark, she was ready to go back home.
When passing by the gate of Zhongcheng, I found that the people from the city patrol department were driving some ragged people out.
The refugees fled in all directions and hid in the crowd, each one weeping silently on their tired faces. Their clothes were in ragged clothes, and the straw sandals on their feet were worn out, exposing their dark toes. Among them were women and children, one His cheeks were sunken, his face looked pale, and he was obviously very hungry.
Xie Fengyue just opened a corner of the car curtain, and after a few glances, she let Li Xiaobao continue driving.
Xie Fengyue leaned half of her body on the table. She tapped her fingers on the table and asked Li Xiaobao through the curtain: "Where do they look like they are from?" Li Xiaobao listened for a while. After the noise on the side He said: "It seems that they are the victims of the Liyang County disaster. They said that they have not had a drop of rain for several months since the beginning of spring, and they cannot grow food. They cannot afford to pay the land tax of the aristocratic family, so they moved to Shengjing."
Xie Fengyue looked at the pitiful looks of those people, with slight ripples in her heart: "Liyang County is far away in the easternmost part of Qian'an territory. They are lucky to have traveled thousands of miles to reach Shengjing safely."
The broken branches on the side gave rise to goosebumps all over her body. She thought of the refugees she met when she went south to Lingnan. She worried: "Could it be that these people are robbing and eating people like the refugees last time?"
Xie Fengyue didn't reply, but his eyes fell on the women and children who were protected in the center of the circle.
It probably wasn't the case this time. Even if they were surrounded by officers and soldiers, the dozen or so of them protected the child. They didn't look like refugees.
Xie Fengyue doesn't want to waste too much energy on irrelevant people. There are so many refugees and disaster victims in the world. If she takes action every time she sees them, then she can erect monuments and build Taoist temples.
She didn't want to get involved with right and wrong, but he wanted to find her.
In order to place enough ice basins, Xie Fengyue used a carriage from the princess's palace for today's trip. The style of the carriage adhered to the luxurious style of the Zhou royal family. Not only were rattles hung around it, but even the wheels were painted gold.
Such a luxurious carriage would still be dazzled by its golden appearance, let alone across the street. Even a mile or two away.
The refugees who had been huddled together after being surrounded by the city patrol department shouted loudly when they saw the carriage: "Please help me, noble man!"
The sound was getting louder and louder. The officers and soldiers beat this one and then that one, but they couldn't stop them from making any noise.
The wooden stick made a unique muffled sound when it hit the flesh, which made Xie Fengyue, who was sitting in the car with the old god, feel tight in her heart.
"Go and stop them. There are no drivers who are served with sticks." Xie Fengyue patted the wall of the car and motioned for Li Xiaobao to go forward.
She dug out a dozen taels of silver from the box under the desk, and handed it to Li Xiaobao along with the snacks on the table.
Xie Fengyue didn't have as good a hearing as Li Xiaobao, so she could only hear the chatter over there, and loud words of thanks came from time to time, which made her feel more at ease.
It took more than half a cup of tea before Li Xiaobao came back, and with him was Lu Silin, the captain of the patrol department.
He said through the curtain: "Thank you very much for taking the initiative, girl. I am also following orders. I really can't help them."
Xie Fengyue understood what he meant. Zhongcheng was a gathering place for nobles. Ordinary people were not allowed to stay here after the curfew. How could they take in those victims? As a city patrol officer, he naturally had to drive them away, and also You cannot use ordinary means, you must be ruthless, otherwise the victims will come and go to Zhongcheng again and again.
"It's just a small effort. Captain Lu doesn't need to say thank you." Xie Fengyue's voice was soft.
Lu Silin's thoughts turned away, and he suddenly remembered the young master Yan who had been drinking with him every day these days.
His mouth was like a clam shell, and after drinking with him for so many days, he couldn't even form a single word. After listening to this girl's voice today, a reason suddenly popped into his mind.
It turns out that we are all frustrated in love.