The little girl's voice was soft.
This question was clearly simpler. Mr. Qiao asked quizzically, "Why do you not know?"
Jiu Jiu tilted her head up.
"Because that silver won't all reach the common people. It's like when Mama gives me five maces to buy soy sauce. I'm good friends with the auntie at the grain shop, so I can buy a jug for four maces and save one mace to buy myself some candy."
A few simple sentences perfectly analogized the corruption within the officialdom.
The disaster relief silver is passed down through layer after layer of administration, with officials at each level taking a cut and colluding with one another. By the time it reaches the hands of the victims, they'd be fortunate to receive even half of it.
For such a small child to possess such insight was remarkable.
Qiao Menghan's interest was piqued. He asked, "Then in your opinion, is there a way to solve it?"
