Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 157 Regret 2

The current income and benefits of Yanhuang League's official disciples are:

The salary for ordinary disciples is three dollars a month, deacons get fifteen dollars, abbots get fifty dollars, incense masters get one hundred dollars, hall masters get two hundred dollars, elders get five hundred dollars, and alliance leaders get twelve thousand dollars.

Clothing standards: two sets of single clothes per year, two pairs of cloth shoes, one pair of cotton shoes, one set of cotton clothes every two years, or hand in old clothes and get a new set every year.

Moreover, the alliance provides three meals a day, food and accommodation, and four meat-filled meals a month.

If injured, they will receive treatment in the league. If seriously injured, they will receive a subsidy of 80 yuan and be arranged to work on the second line. If they die, they will receive a pension of 200 yuan and their families will be arranged to work in the league.

This treatment can be said to crush the soldiers of the National Government, so there are few disciples who join the alliance who are unwilling to fight for their lives.

As for the outer disciples, the benefits are pitifully few. Apart from purchasing a fixed amount of food at a preferential price, there is only one benefit, which is a gang shirt issued upon joining.

Although this comparison is very different, it is also intended to better motivate peripheral disciples to work hard and strive to become formal disciples.

"By the way, Lao Wang, we are purchasing a batch of cotton and cloth. We have discounts for purchasing in bulk.

It's not easy for the outer disciples either. After purchasing, I sell some to these disciples at a fair price. Even those who don't have money can do it.

These peripheral disciples are also a great force, we need to win their hearts and minds at the right time. "Hou Xiaoge remembered that many of the peripheral disciples that Er Huan had called out today were still wearing gang clothes, without even a cotton jacket, which was really pitiful.

"Ok!"

"Old Wang, how much food is left in the granary of the Internal Affairs Hall? It snowed yesterday and the newly arrived refugees are suffering. I plan to open a porridge stall at the train station this afternoon." Hou Xiaoge

"There are still 1,000 shi of fine grain and 3,000 shi of coarse grain in the granary of the Neiwu Hall. There is enough food." Wang Defa said.

"A new batch of food will arrive in five days. The Internal Affairs Department has reserved half a month's worth of food for our brothers. How much can be taken out to help the victims?" asked Hou Xiaoge.

"In addition to the disciples' food rations, there are also those that need to be purchased for the disciples' families. The maximum that can be taken out is 1,500 dan of coarse grain." Wang Defa took out a palm-sized abacus from his arms, calculated, and replied.

"Let Jinyintang collect 500 dan, and then take out 2,000 dan, and provide relief at Yuxiang Gate and the railway station for seven days each.

I still have some food and cold medicine in my car. You can keep half for the alliance, and take the rest outside to boil it into soup and give it to sick refugees." Hou Xiaoge made the decision directly.

"Alliance leader is kind-hearted. I would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Central Plains." When Wen Jun heard that Hou Xiaoge was going to provide relief to the victims, he was moved and bowed to Hou Xiaoge.

“Alas! This is the main thing I did when I returned to the mainland, but unfortunately my ability is limited and I can’t save too many people.

When distributing relief, you should pay attention to the elderly and weak, supplemented by the young and strong, and also pay attention to non-refugees mixing in. "Hou Xiaoge thought about it in his mind, sighed and warned.

One station provides relief for seven days, which means each station provides nearly 20,000 kilograms of relief every day. Together with soup and water, it can help 40,000 to 50,000 people every day.

Although this number is still insignificant compared to the hundreds of thousands of refugees, it is Hou Xiaoge's greatest ability for the time being.

So from this point of view, the ability of individuals in doing some things is really limited and cannot be compared with the country at all.

After making the arrangements, Hou Xiaoge asked people to notify all the halls to assist in providing relief to the victims.

At around 3:00 p.m., twenty large iron pots for slaughtering pigs had been set up near the train station and Yuxiang Gate.

One station had more than 10,000 kilograms of grain, and ten large iron pots began to cook continuously. The sweet smell of sweet potatoes and bran began to spread outward.

When the refugees heard about the porridge distribution, they all rushed to the relief point like crazy. For a while, the two places were bustling with people.

Hou Xiaoge and other leaders of the Yanhuang League stood on the Yuxiang Gate tower and looked down. Below, there were densely packed refugees lined up, holding bowls and basins in their hands, and looking forward with eager faces.

A face revealed tension, anticipation, joy, and numbness.

"Crack!"

Hou Xiaoge raised his camera and recorded this precious scene.

"Alliance Leader Zhou, on behalf of the national government, I would like to thank your alliance for your kind deeds." At this time, a middle-aged man in military uniform came over with a group of people towards the Yanhuang Alliance with a smile on his face and greeted them.

Hou Xiaoge also knew this person. He often appeared in Qin Province's newspapers. Just now, he was giving a passionate speech in front of a group of Chinese and foreign reporters and refugees under the city wall.

This person is none other than President Chang’s right-hand man, Director Hu, the King of the Northwest.

It is impossible for the Yanhuang League to provide disaster relief to the victims on its own. It must contact the national government, and the government must take the lead.

Otherwise, what do you want, Yanhuang League? Rebellion!

"Director Hu, your speech just now made me feel warm inside." Hou Xiaoge smiled and shook hands with the King of the Northwest.

"Ha ha!"

"It's all for the party and the country! Mr. Hu has something to do, Mr. Zhou can go to the provincial government when he is free." After exchanging a few words with Hou Xiaoge, the powerful King of the Northwest left majestically with a group of subordinates.

"Bah! These officials' leather boots are polished until they are shinier than glass. They talk nicely, but I haven't seen them give any food to the victims." Tieli watched the government officials walk away, spat and cursed at the bottom of the city wall.

"Okay, let's just do our best." Hou Xiaoge didn't want to say more. After all, it was inappropriate to say these things outside.

Walking down from the city wall, Hou Xiaoge smiled as he watched the refugees drinking hot porridge with smiles on their faces. Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

……

After walking on the snow all day, it was frozen and difficult to walk at night, so Hou Xiaoge and his family closed their stall early in the afternoon.

When we returned to the village entrance, the village elders and a dozen women were setting up a stove at the entrance to boil water for the refugees outside the village.

The villagers were unable to provide relief to the victims, and they had many relatives outside the village, so they could only boil some water to warm everyone up.

The village has been doing this every now and then recently, and Hou Xiaoge often helps out.

"Yangmin, you guys are back from the stall! I heard that the Yanhuang League provided relief today?" Fifth Master asked with a smile, pulling Hou Yangmin aside.

"Yes! We set up two places and ten big pots cooking non-stop. We provide relief of tens of thousands of kilograms a day, and it needs to continue for seven days." Hou Yangmin nodded and said.

"So much food! It's a bit late today, let's go tomorrow." The villagers echoed.

"It's better not to go. It's not safe with too many people. The line will be several miles long. More people will know about it tomorrow, and there will definitely be a lot of people going." Hou Xiaoge said from the side.

"It's okay. Let's ask all the men in the family to go tomorrow. They can have a free meal if they can." The woman next to her giggled.

Hou Xiaoge shook his head after hearing this. With so little food, most people wouldn't be able to get in line.

I asked my uncle to send all the remaining coal on the cart to the village, unload the stove and pot together, and help the refugees living outside to boil water, to do his best to help.

After it got dark, the villagers put away the pots and returned to the village, and the unburned firewood was given to the victims.

"Heiwa, I don't know how your Erda and the others are doing in their hometown! I've been dreaming about you Erda for a while, and my heart is pounding."

When we got home, several families were sitting in the cave making pancakes and warming themselves by the fire, and my uncle Hou Yangmin suddenly spoke.

Heidan, who was happily eating grilled sweet potatoes with Xiao Shuanniu, stopped and listened carefully when he heard his uncle talking about his parents.

But the little guy was not distressed. He knew that his uncle and his family had brought him to Qin Province and were living a very good life there, much better than in his hometown. Not only did he not have to go hungry, but he also had meat to eat every day.

"Ah! Uncle, what you said makes me miss Minsheng and Erya too.

The damn government conscripted Minsheng into the army, and no one knows what's happening to him now. And Erya, I don't know if she's doing well in the Fan family." Wang Maimiao was baking pancakes, and she was a little upset when she heard this.

"Ugh!"

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At this time, the Central Plains was also covered with snow. Although it was as big as Qin Province, it was enough to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Erda Houmin has a family of five, including three children. His eldest son Heidan was taken to Qin Province by Hou Xiaoge and his group, so there are only four people left.

At the beginning, Hou Min's family lived well in their hometown town. His wife's family provided them with accommodation, they had dozens of kilograms of food stored, and a few dollars to support themselves. It was much better than having to sleep in the open air when they were fleeing.

By the end of September, the landlords began to recruit people to plant winter wheat. The women of Houmin could earn one or two kilograms of food every day in addition to their own food and clothing, so their life was still bearable.

But the good times did not last long. After helping the landlord plant winter wheat, there was no more work to do.

Without a job, they could only live off their savings, and the dozens of kilograms of food had been almost eaten up by early November.

The daughter-in-law's family was just an ordinary family, and their lives were not much better than theirs. They did not have much food stored, and could only give them one or two taels of grain at most every day. The rest depended on tree bark and roots.

But after November, large numbers of disaster victims from central and southern Henan poured into western Henan like a flood.

These people are like locusts, they eat everything they can eat and chop down everything they can burn.

And Hou Minyou had to guard the farmland where wheat seedlings grew under the organization of the landlords and government officials, because the victims of the disaster really ate the wheat seedlings!

But can the victims still be called human beings? They have used every possible means, including burning, killing, looting and stealing. Once, when Hou Min tried to stop the victims from stealing wheat seedlings, he was hit on the head with a carrying pole. Blood flowed out immediately and his leg was broken.

In order not to lose the support of the people, the landlord treated Hou Minyou's injuries, compensated him with ten kilograms of cornmeal, and then left him alone.

After Hou Minyou returned home, he had a fever for a day and a night, but he managed to get through it by relying on his willpower to live for his family.

But what could he do after waking up! It took Hou Minyou a hundred days to heal his broken bones, and with nothing to eat, he was paralyzed.

By the end of the month, the compensation food had been eaten up, and Hou Minyou's family was completely out of food. The family could only sit together and cry at night.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Boss, it's all my fault. I insisted on staying. If I had escaped to Qin Province with his uncle and others, you wouldn't have ended up like this. Our family can't survive!" Li Cuihua, whose body was thinner than in September, lay on the head of the kang and burst into tears.