Wen Gonghu looked at his left back, and then told his daughter: "Bingyan, let the matter here be left to my father. Didn't you say that the king sent a few people to come back with you? That's a distinguished guest, don't neglect them easily, so you can go and receive them, don't make people think that our Wen family doesn't understand etiquette..."

"Yes, Daddy!" Wen Bingyan originally wanted to talk about this, but when he saw him mention it first, he agreed and left with him.

Soon, the news that the Wen family gathered a large number of carpenters and literati spread to the Wang family, which naturally felt more absurd and unreasonable.

"What is the Wen family going to do? Could it be that they are really hungry and crazy?"

The Master Wang family who was in the rice shop at that time sneered and shook his head.

"Master, is this Wen family trying to imitate those despicable guys on the street who pretend to be a ghost?" The manager beside him also flattered, and he was full of contempt for the Wen family's words.

"It should be like this." Mr. Wang said disdainfully, picked up the teacup and tasted it in his hand, and said slowly, "It seems that I really looked up to the Wen family before. Now I should be completely desperate and have begun to give up on myself..."

"Well, the Wen family has just declined, so it will save my Wang family from worrying about going there. From then on, my Wang family has dominated this Peishan. Whoever dares to disobey will not sell food to them."

"It would be even better if this famine could last longer..."

He took a sip of tea and smacked his tongue. The manager beside him nodded repeatedly, looking like a standard dog-legged person.

As for how many people will die in this natural disaster and how many families will be displaced due to this, it is not within their consideration.

...

At night, the courtyard of the Wen family still looked like it was brightly lit. The carpenters were working hard to carve the statue of the fairy overnight. Because Wen Gonghu had already told him that there was no need for special elaboration, they naturally maintained a roughly similar shape.

This allows ordinary craftsmen who are not particularly skilled in craftsmanship to use their skills and can make a living by just one bite of food.

In addition, those literati who were specially recruited were mostly scholars from poor families. Although they were a little proud, they had been hungry for a long time and did not care about the integrity of the literary people at this time. It would be nice to be able to make a living by relying on their own skills.

The arrangements for these scholars are roughly divided into three categories. One type of people who are good at writing and ink will rack their brains to write some legendary stories about fairies. This aspect does not need to be realistic or perfect. Even the more exaggerated, the more eye-catching, the better. It doesn’t matter if there are loopholes.

Because these free food is the best proof, no one dares to doubt the fairy's name, so there is no food to eat.

Others who are good at painting can paint portraits for fairies, and the requirements are relatively low. As long as the statue is not painted as ugly, the face is also blurred, giving people a feeling of being vague and unreal.

Next is the last type of people who are good at writing some poems or praises, so these people add icing on the cake to promote the fairy to the good places. Because the Wen family gave him a full meal, these literati also tried their best to satisfy Mr. Wen, fearing that something was not good enough to drive him out and return to his originally hungry time.

In addition, Ye Hancheng and others had successfully sneaked into the town in the evening. It was probably because the matter of famine refugees has caused the government to be in a mess, and the other matters are not as strict as the control.

At this time, Yizimei and others were idle, so they helped carve the statues. Although most of them had never done carving or other tasks, they were good at least, and they were considered experts in swords and swords. They were still a little unfamiliar at this time, but they were also careless, not much different from ordinary carpenters.

"Hey, what do you think of this Wen family for making this statue? Is there really a fairy who wants to descend to earth, or do you also want to learn the third-rate fooling things outside?"

In the room, he sat on the chair with his legs crossed his legs, and weighed the statue that had already appeared in his hand. He looked up at the portrait of Fairy Yuyuan hanging on the wall in front of him, which was specially drawn by Wen Gonghu, who was specially asked to work, and was a little confused.

"What do you care about so much? What brother does, we will do what we do?" Lu Rou, who was next to her, trembled her wrist, and a rough human figure emerged from the shaking wood chips. Next, she gently pinched her fingers and did not continue to carve, as if she was recalling something.

"No, of course I know to follow my elder brother, but isn't my elder brother not here at this time? I'll just ask." Yizimei smiled embarrassedly.

Ye Hancheng, Qingdai and others seemed to have been invited by the Wen family to discuss tomorrow's disaster relief. Their friends stayed here for a while and helped some help.

Yizimei and others were not aware of the affairs of the ghost city. Although they followed Ye Hancheng to help the Wen family, they still had many doubts.

"Maybe, there are really immortals?" said another man next to him, while carefully examining the painting, maintaining an optimistic attitude. "It was not surprising that there was that vixen before, but now there were immortals. Besides, although the fairy couldn't see her face clearly, she looked like a great beauty and was very lifelike. It must have been imagined out of thin air..."

"That's right..." Yizimei sighed softly, and still felt that the saying of the immortal god was too far away. At this moment, he noticed the wood carving in Lu Rou's hand beside him, laughed secretly, and carefully walked around from behind and looked carefully, making a surprised expression, "Hey, Lu Rou, why do you seem to be a man?"

"And it looks familiar...is it the one you used to..."

"Get out!" Lu Rou suddenly turned around and her eyes stood up, as if she had been poked into the pain and looked murderous.

"Just... Just kidding..." Yizimei was so scared that she shivered and quickly retreated, but she muttered to herself in her heart.

This woman's temper is getting more and more irritable. No wonder no one dares to ask for her!

Tonight seems to be a sleepless night, both for the Wen family who prepares for disaster relief all night or for the Wang family who stays up late to catch thieves. And the next morning, the lively prelude has just been officially revealed...

When the sun slowly climbed up directly above, a long queue was already lined up in front of the county government, a group of poor people waiting for the government to provide disaster relief and food.

Most of them are pale and thin and dull in their faces. When they have no other better food sources, they can only look forward to these very few relief foods.
Chapter completed!