strictlysupreme Chapter 232 Planning Disaster Relief
Chapter 232 Planning Disaster Relief
Shen Li stood quietly in the courtyard of the inn. The cold wind blew up her slightly loose clothes, and the corners of her clothes fluttered in the wind.
She is petite, only nine years old, and in this world of ice and snow, she is like a tender yet tenacious little flower.
At this moment, her small brows were tightly furrowed, like petals crumpled by the cold wind, and her bright big eyes were full of contemplation, like a deep, bottomless cold pond, revealing a maturity and worry that was inconsistent with her age.
She just stood there quietly, the noise around her seemed to have nothing to do with her, time seemed to freeze, half a while passed, she still didn't move, her small figure seemed particularly lonely yet determined in this white world.
Then, like a ray of dawn piercing through thick clouds, a hint of determination suddenly flashed in her eyes, as if she had made some important decision.
She raised her head slightly, looked at Zhao Lin not far away, and waved gently. The movement was gentle but carried unquestionable power.
Zhao Lin was dressed in a black suit, with a sturdy figure and eyes as sharp as an eagle.
He had been paying attention to Shen Li's movements. Seeing this, he immediately understood what she meant and hurried over without any hesitation.
His footsteps were light and quick, and he came to Shen Li's side in a few steps. Then he bent down slightly and put his ear close to Shen Li. He only heard Shen Li lower his voice and say, "Go to the local county government office and inform the county magistrate that Fuxi County Master plans to provide porridge to the people in this disaster-stricken area, and at the same time build some simple sheds for those homeless people to take shelter from the wind and snow.
Tell him to immediately send two teams to our designated warehouse to help transport grain. They need to move quickly. With this snowstorm looming, the people can't afford to wait." Shen Li's voice, though childish, was deep and resolute. Every word was like a hammer, hammering through the icy air, carrying with it unquestionable authority and urgent concern.
After hearing this, Zhao Lin couldn't help but feel a little confused, and thought to himself: I haven't heard the county lady mention anything about disaster relief here along the way, so why did she suddenly make such a decision?
After all, they were just passing through. But he had been with Shen Li for a long time and knew her identity and temperament well. Although Shen Li looked young, she was decisive and once she made a decision, no one could change it. He also understood that the situation was urgent and there was no time for overthinking.
He immediately bowed respectfully, clasped his fists, raised them high, bent down to 90 degrees, and replied, "Yes, I'll do it right away." After that, he turned around and walked out of the inn quickly, his feet moving quickly as he hurried towards the county government office. His figure soon disappeared in the vast wind and snow.
After a night of rest, Luo Chen's body, which was originally exhausted by the cold, has almost recovered.
He lay on the bed in the inn, stretched his arms, which stretched in the air, feeling the return of strength. He moved his body again, and his joints made a slight "cracking" sound, as if telling of the joy of rebirth.
He couldn't help but wonder, "I wonder what medicine that little girl gave me? It's incredibly effective, even better than any cold medicine from the 21st century. I was dizzy with a fever last night, but now I'm almost well again."
As he was thinking, he pretended that his steps were still a little unsteady, and slowly walked to Shen Li, clasped his hands together, and saluted.
He wore a genuine smile of gratitude on his face, a smile that was like the warm spring sun, dispelling some of the chill around him. He said, "Thank you, Miss, for the medicine you gave me yesterday. I feel much better today. I will never forget your life-saving grace."
Shen Li was originally concentrating on thinking about the matter of distributing porridge to help the disaster relief, but when he suddenly reminded her of this, she instantly remembered the embarrassing scene in the carriage yesterday.
Her little face suddenly turned red, just like the sunset in the sky. The blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her ears, as if blood could drip out.
She felt embarrassed and anxious, and for a moment she lost her composure and said very quickly, "No need to be so polite! It's my duty."
As soon as she said it, she regretted it so much that she wanted to bite her tongue. She secretly spitted and said in frustration, "What do you mean by 'it's my duty'? Why did you say it so awkwardly?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that she had lost face in front of Luo Chen. In anger, she flicked her sleeves and turned away.
The sleeves drew a graceful arc in the air, and her back was charming and cute, like a frightened little rabbit, flustered but lovable.
Luo Chen couldn't help but smile at her cute and lively appearance. The smile slowly blossomed from the corner of his mouth, like a blooming lotus, and his eyes were full of smiles and appreciation.
He thought to himself that although Shen Li was only a nine-year-old child, she was extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant ink, eyes like stars, red lips and white teeth, and skin whiter than snow. Even when she was angry, she exuded a special kind of cuteness, which made people want to tease her more.
He stood there, looking at the direction where Shen Li left, with a barely perceptible emotion in his eyes, as if in this world of ice and snow, Shen Li was the warmest and most moving color, causing ripples in his heart.