It turned out to be Mrs. Fu's brother, no wonder she was full of resentment towards him.
After all, Song Jiuyuan had just killed his brother-in-law with his own hands, and he nodded slightly.
"Um."
"Your Majesty, Mr. Qian is a well-known wealthy businessman in Qucheng. He has a brother-in-law who is a magistrate. He usually works with the magistrate to plunder the people's money."
Master Sun was filled with hatred when he said this. If it weren't for their nepotism, Qucheng would not be in such a mess.
"Um."
Song Jiuyuan held the tea cup with his fingertips and tapped the lid lightly, then took a sip of tea and his sharp eyes fell directly on Mr. Qian.
"Mr. Qian, what do you want to express?"
"It's okay to raise donations. Your Majesty, you have to set an example, right?"
Mr. Qian stood up. He almost went crazy when he learned that his brother-in-law was gone.
But when he calmed down, he knew that as long as this bullshit prince was around, he would never be as majestic as before.
Therefore, he had to unite everyone to fall into the prince's favor, and it was best to force them out of Qucheng.
"Yes, you are the prince, and the entire Jiuzhou is your fiefdom. We believe that you will be able to solve the problems of the people of Qucheng."
"That's not true. We have heard of the prince's reputation countless times as far away as Qucheng."
"Your Majesty, as long as you take the lead, the common people will take out the only remaining food at home."
"..."
The only remaining food was just to force Song Jiuyuan.
In this case, if Song Jiuyuan couldn't come up with anything, then don't even think about them following him.
If he didn't take much, they would do nothing.
This clearly means that Song Jiuyuan was roasted on the fire rack.
Qingshan and Sun Zhubo looked at Song Jiuyuan anxiously. They knew that Song Jiuyuan did not have much food at this time.
I don’t know if I have any money, but it’s hard to buy food with money.
Mr. Qian crossed his arms and waited leisurely to watch the show. Others looked frightened, but felt a little contempt in their hearts.
It seemed that this prince... was not as terrifying as they thought.
At this moment when the atmosphere was a little tense, Song Jiuyuan slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
A familiar voice suddenly intervened, "Who said your prince was not prepared?"
A girl in a bright yellow dress walked in slowly. She wore a white gauze on her face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.
Those eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she walked to Song Jiuyuan in a few steps.
"My lord, look at you, how can you be so calm and allow others to slander you?"
Jiang Wan clapped her hands gently, and a group of people walked in from outside the hospital.
The leader was Jiang Wan's personal maid Qiuniang. Behind her was a group of men, each of whom was pushing a cart.
And on the cart, there were sacks of grain! ! ! !
They are far apart, and they don't know what kind of food it is yet, but... it must be something edible!
Everyone standing in the room widened their eyes in disbelief, and Mr. Qian rubbed his eyes vigorously, fearing that he was dreaming!
The expressions of the others were nothing more than this, and even Master Sun was shocked.
Jiang Wanyan smiled and said: "Before entering the city, the prince already knew about the situation in Qucheng and had already sent people to purchase supplies.
What you see is only a small part. These are grains, and some cotton clothes are just outside.
After calculation, the prince donated 3,000 dans of grain (a dan of one hundred catties) and 10,000 pieces of cotton clothes. Do you still think it is a small amount? "
When Jiang Wan said this, she looked into Song Jiuyuan's eyes. The surprise in his eyes flashed, and his expression soon became tense.
Only the fingertips hanging down by his side trembled slightly, indicating that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.
Jiang Wan raised the corners of her mouth in a funny way. There were so many things in the space, but she only used a small part to do good deeds.
You must know that because of this, she didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night. She looked for the yard to store it all night, and asked Lv Shui to look at it early in the morning. She worked all night.
The wealthy businessmen who heard this finally came to their senses. With so much food, they naturally couldn't make things difficult for them.
Master Sun Bo echoed loudly, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I would like to thank the prince on behalf of the people of Qucheng!"
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed. This was not a lie, but a sincere thank you to Song Jiuyuan.
After kowtowing, he took out his pen and ink, solemnly wrote down the materials donated by Song Jiuyuan, and said:
"Your Majesty is benevolent and righteous. Naturally, we must follow in your footsteps. I am willing to donate five loads of grain and two hundred taels of silver."
Master Sun started talking, and everyone else looked at Mr. Qian.
He is the largest wealthy businessman in Qucheng, and others are more or less afraid of him.
But now he felt like a light on his back, and he pulled his lips.
"Your Majesty is so benevolent and righteous, ordinary people cannot compare to your Majesty, your family property..."
"Your Majesty!"
Mr. Qian's words were interrupted and Song Yi hurried back. He wiped his sweat and said:
"Everyone has made arrangements. It's at Fulu Inn. It's a nice place, but it's expensive..."
"Your Majesty!"
Mr. Qian's voice was high and he said with some fear: "Is it your friend who lives in Fulu Inn?
It's fate. The Fulu Inn is owned by Cao Min. Your friends are Cao Min's friends. How can you collect cash?
When you turn around, talk to the people below and ask them to waive your friend's room fee. "
"That's what you said!"
Song Yi was afraid that he would regret it, so he immediately spoke excitedly. How could Mr. Qian know that Song Yi brought back more than just one or two people?
It was a group of people, he said with a smile: "Of course, the common people do what they say.
In addition..., grassroots people also donated 20 loads of grain, 100 pieces of cotton-padded clothes, and 1,000 taels of silver. "
He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and even wondered if Song Jiuyuan had planned it and knew that Fulu Inn belonged to him.
This was a deliberate attack on him. Although his brother-in-law was very important, in Master Qian's heart, his own family's life had to come first.
"Master Qian is open and bright."
Master Sun jotted it down happily and looked at the wealthy businessmen on one side.
"How much do you plan to donate? It can't be less than what I, the Sesame Official, have donated, right?"
These people used to be the lackeys of Fuzhi County and Mr. Qian, and they often made trouble to Master Sun.
At this moment, everyone was blushing when Master Sun said it, but in front of Song Jiuyuan, they could not refute.
I can only reluctantly write down my name one by one.
"Ink painting and calligraphy shop, ten loads of grain and one thousand taels of silver."
"..."
More than ten or twenty people recorded their names and then left in a hurry.
Master Sun smiled so thinly that he couldn't see his teeth and said, "I have written it all down. You nobles are so forgetful.
I would also like to bother sending the things to the county office earlier, since we will start serving porridge in the afternoon! "
"Don't worry, I won't forget it!"
Master Qian was so angry that he vomited blood. He dared to be rude to Master Sun, but he did not dare to be cold-faced to Song Jiuyuan.
After everyone left one after another, Song Jiuyuan said to Master Sun:
“Remember to post a list of donations so that people can remember their good deeds.”
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Master Sun was so happy that he held the small book and continued to look for others to donate.
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