Chapter 9: The Dispute

In the banquet room:

The City Lord was resting on the lap of his concubine, Tao Ji, watched the dancers move gracefully. Tao Ji peeled grapes and delivered them to his mouth.

At this moment, he saw a young girl in light green gauze being led inside.

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It is the refugee who said her name is Xiaocha.

He ignored it as usual and continued to take the grapes in Tao Ji's hand.

Suddenly, he remembered that she said he was a "wise hero," He immediately straightened up and sat calmly.

He knocked off the peeled grapes on Tao Ji's hands. There was a burst of tension in her heart, fearing that he would suddenly become angry.

But he waved his hand without saying anything, causing the dancers to retreat.

Lin Xiaocha bowed to him from a distance. Although her posture was good-looking, it was not a standard protocol, but he felt it was normal for a refugee.

Then, she sat down at the end of the banquet.

Feng Ziying felt that this banquet was completely meaningless without any singing and dancing.

But thinking about his "wise hero" image of being in front of Lin Xiaocha, he gritted his teeth and forbore it.

He looked at the girl in the green dress at the farthest point. She was eating slowly and looked very beautiful.

Who knows which idiot with no eyesight arranged her so far.

He knocked on the table with his hands and said a few words to the waiter.

Soon, everyone saw that Lin Xiaocha's table was moved to the seat closest to Feng Ziying.

Feng Ziying looked at her clearly, with his hazy eyes hovering around her body.

It seems that even if they are so close, he still can't see through her clearly.

She has a very small skeleton, and with her thin wrists, he can catch her with one hand.

His Adam's apple rolled when he thought about this.

It's better to let her sit next to him to serve the wine.

Feng Ziying was about to speak and call Lin Xiaocha over when a loud voice sounded.

"My lord, will the porridge distribution start tomorrow?"

It was General Zuo who carried Lin Xiaocha on a horse before.

Huge displeasure swept across Feng Ziying's heart.

He didn't even want to think about the porridge. Besides, it was a hundred days.

But after all, he had agreed in public, and it was inconvenient to deny himself.

He looked up and winked at his confidant eunuch.

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The eunuch immediately stood up and walked around his banquet table. He dropped to the ground and said, "City Lord! We couldn't!"

Feng Ziying raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Why not?

"The City Lord is about to build the Vermilion Terrace in Dongling City. It would take one year and a thousand people. At that time, it will be a huge expenditure to feed the labor. How do we get so much food in Dongling City to squander?"

General Zuo's face was full of purple and blue veins, but he couldn't speak.

The eunuch continued his aggressive remarks, "The Vermillion Terrace symbolizes the imperial majesty in Zhu Yun Country. How can there makes a mistake?"

General Zuo flushed angrily, "The City Lord promised this in front of the refugees. Are you asking the City Lord to withdraw his words?"

The atmosphere of the banquet became tense.

Feng Ziying's face kept twitching when he heard the words "withdrawing his words."

The concubine, Tao Ji, certainly knew that Feng Ziying didn't want to give porridge, so she came over with a golden bottle that was filled with wine.

"Tao Ji remembers that I also encountered porridge in other cities, but it turned out that many city bullies pretended to be refugees to receive porridge, and the real refugees did not receive it."

The eunuch hurriedly said, "Ms. Tao Ji is saying that if you really give porridge for a hundred days, someone will pretend to be a refugee. There will be unrest and riots at that time. Then the general will bear the consequences?"

General Zuo stood up, "According to you, do you mean we should do nothing? And ask the City Lord to break his promise in front of so many people?"

Feng Ziying glanced at General Zuo with his narrow eyes, with killing intent in his eyes.

At this time, a soft voice sounded, "The City Lord is a wise hero. He will definitely not break his promise."

Everyone was taken aback, and Lin Xiaocha smiled at Feng Ziying.

Feng Ziying was suddenly speechless.

The feeling of being admired is naturally good. But not to mention that he doesn't want to give porridge to those untouchables, even if he was okay with it, what the eunuch said is the truth.

He calmly said to Lin Xiaocha, "If you don't understand, don't talk."

Lin Xiaocha nodded, "Answering back to the City Lord, Xiaocha doesn't understand these important things. I only know that when I'm hungry, whatever people want Xiaocha to do, Xiaocha is willing."

Feng Ziying suddenly laughed when she said this. He asked ambiguously, "Really willing to do anything?"

Lin Xiaocha nodded innocently, as if she couldn't understand his suggestion at all.

"If I am hungry and you have food, I would be very willing to repair the Vermillion Terrace."

Everyone considered her words.

If there is food, she would be willing to repair the Vermillion Terrace?

Feng Ziying also put away his unkind expression to Lin Xiaocha.

Although he has no heart, he is not foolish.

In order to repair the Vermillion Terrace, money and labor are inevitable. A lot of people would complain if they were forced to become a laborer. It was not that he didn't know this.

It's just that he never cared.

But these refugees are precarious. They may starve to death at any time. If they are allowed to survive and if someone able to take care of their three meals a day, they must be grateful. Moreover, only those who work can get the porridge, and there is no need to worry about someone pretending to be a refugee.

In this way, there is no need to break one's promise and no need for the citizens to be conscripted into the civil service. The best of both worlds!

"Naturally, the City Lord will not break his promise. As long as they are willing to repair the Vermillion Terrace, they will have three meals a day."

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When his words came out, the civil servants and generals at the banquet whispered to an uproar because such a decision which consider public opinion came out of Feng Ziying's mouth. It is really surprising.

The eunuch who opposed it at the beginning knelt down at the rudder, "There are nearly two thousand refugees in the city, and the project can be completed in less than a year. The City Lord is smart and wise! Resourceful!"

General Zuo thought that even though the refugees had to do some hard labor, but they would have food and a place to live for a year. They can't ask anything better than this.

He also knelt down, "The City Lord is wise!"

Feng Ziying received great assistance at this time, and suddenly, he felt that it was not bad to be a wise city lord.

Lin Xiaocha guided Feng Ziying to make such a decision, but she didn't take any credit for it.

She just placed her two plain hands on her chest and gave him a bow.

A pair of shining eyes looked at him with a smile, and her whole body was full of praise and admiration for him. As if she was saying, "It is not that the City Lord is losing, you are just wise!"

Feng Ziying's heart swayed slightly.

There was a trace of scorching heat in his gaze to Lin Xiaocha.

Then he waved his hand to give Lin Xiaocha a pot of wine.