Ji Hanxiaoli

Chen Xun was a minor official in Xuzhou. He doesn't know how to plot, he doesn't know how to fight, and he's not a world-renowned scholar. He only does a few small things: Count grain, compile households, settle refugees, establish trust certificates, and record casualties. Until one day, Liu Bei saw him walking out of Xuzhou with a team of refugees who had not dispersed. The old and the weak are in the middle, the young and strong are outside, the wounded soldiers have cars, and there are plenty of food bags. Liu Bei asked: "Why are these people still following you?" Chen Xun replied: "They are still waiting for me to cash in on the next meal." In troubled times, benevolence and righteousness cannot just be paid lip service to. It must fall into the account, fall into the warehouse, and fall into the people's food tomorrow.