Ye Zi’an was quite troubled by this.
Because before him, there was an official from a noble family who donated not much, only three thousand, and was then criticized by Prince Le taking the lead. He thought that Prince Le was always trying to find fault with him, and if he donated less at this mont, Prince Le would surely seize the opportunity.
"You officials really have a lot of twists and turns." Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, "Even donating money can cause trouble."
"Well, there’s no choice." Ye Zi’an said, "Without all these twists and turns, you wouldn’t even know how you died."
"Alright, I’ll prepare the silver tickets in advance." Yang Chuxia thought for a mont and added, "If we just give silver, the people from the Ministry of Revenue might still need to buy things. How about we also donate so cotton clothes and grain? Your reputation hasn’t been very good lately, so you could use this chance to clean it up."
"Dear, are you sure you want to go this big?" Ye Zi’an asked uncertainly, "Clothes and grain will cost quite a bit of silver."
"Grain is simple; the grain collected from our estate hasn’t been sold yet and is all stored there. Getting out a few thousand catties of grain shouldn’t be a problem." Yang Chuxia smiled gently, "If we take the lead in donating both grain and clothes, probably others will follow suit. This way, it might even help improve the court’s image among the people. As for clothes, we can buy ready-made ones from the fabric shop; there’s no ti to make them ourselves now."
"Sigh, having a wife like this, yet my official career isn’t going smoothly; it seems it’s all that person’s fault."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia touched his forehead, "You’d better discuss this with Cousin again. We can seize the initiative and don’t have to worry about offending people now. Anyway, Prince Ping is taking the lead, so he can take the bla if there’s any."
"Hmm, you’re right!"
Therefore, the next day Ye Zi’an went to Prince Zhuang’s Mansion to discuss this matter, and Prince Zhuang thought it was a great idea, so he imdiately started organizing it.
"Mommy, mommy..." Yang Chuxia was looking at the ledger, checking if the family could spare so more grain.
In the cold northeast, with so many houses collapsed, there’s no way to keep warm. She thought that having more grain, they could boil hot porridge several tis a day, and the people would live a bit better.
Looking up, she saw Yangyang sticking his little head inside, while his body was outside the door.
"What are you doing hiding outside? Co in quickly."
Seeing Yang Chuxia waving at him, he imdiately trotted inside.
Yang Chuxia reached out to hug him and also touched his hands, "It’s cold, don’t stay out in the wind, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Hmm hmm, I know," Yangyang nodded obediently and looked at the ledger in her hands, then asked, "Mommy, are you donating silver?"
"How did you know?"
"It’s spread all over our school, saying there was a snow disaster in the northeast, a lot of people died, and their families are all donating money." Pausing, Yangyang continued, "Mommy, I want to donate money too."
"You want to donate too?" Yang Chuxia was a bit surprised.
"Yes, I have pocket money, and I want to donate so of it." Yangyang said as he took a few silver tickets from his purse, "Mom, will this be too little?"
Yang Chuxia looked at it, and there were already five hundred taels, quite a dent in her son’s small treasury.
"Are you sure you want to donate? If you donate, and later have no silver, Mommy won’t make it up to you."
"I’m sure," Yangyang nodded, "I’ve already saved so silver that’s enough for to spend, so I won’t ask Mommy to make it up. Mommy, please help donate it."
"Since you’re sure, Mommy will help you donate it."
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