2173 disaster area

Style: Historical Author: Qingdao CokeWords: 2094Update Time: 24/01/11 19:11:30
In the early morning, everyone in Luoyang woke up, shook their swollen heads, and said goodbye to Xiao Han.

And Xiao Han was very courteous to these people who had been taken advantage of... ahem, they were the God of Wealth. Not only did he personally send them out of the camp, he also asked his family members to go back to Luoyang with them so that they could easily count and deliver the food.

"What do you mean it's convenient to help? Isn't this because you're afraid that we'll regret it again??"

Looking at the several generals standing over there who were covered in armor and looked like monsters from the wild, some people murmured in dissatisfaction.

Yesterday, under the influence of alcohol, they all rushed to donate their own food!

As a result, now that I have sobered up, everyone regrets it again.

However, it’s not that they regretted their behavior of donating food, but that they regretted how they could donate so much in a hurry. ! A few days ago, I was saying that my family was almost in trouble, but now I have to spend 10,000 dan on it. Isn’t this a slap in the face?

"Master Sun, please stay!"

Just when everyone was feeling hot and thinking about leaving here quickly, Xiao Han suddenly remembered something and called out the silly young master of the Sun family with a smile, like frost beating an eggplant.

"Master Hou, did you call me?"

When the silly young master of the Sun family heard the voice, he raised his head blankly, his green face flushed. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see a few fingerprints on it...

"Haha, yes, it's you!" Xiao Han pretended not to see the Wuzhishan on his face, still smiling and nodding, while behind him, Xiaodong immediately ran over holding a piece of silk cloth.

"I remember that you were the first person to donate generously to the victims yesterday! This spirit is worthy of encouragement! Even though I am away from home and have nothing to give to you, I will give you the promised words in advance. With this word , if we have business dealings with the Xiao family in the future, your family will get priority!"

"Huh? Really...really?"

After hearing what Xiao Han said, the young master of the Sun family suddenly raised his head like a plague chicken! A pair of red eyes stared at Xiao Han blankly, and for a moment, he forgot to reach out to pick it up!

"Idiot! Take it!!!"

Seeing the landlord's silly son in a daze as if he had been possessed by a demon, he was so stunned that he didn't move at all. This made the grandchildren behind him as anxious as ants on a frying pan. They just wanted to swoop out and kill this useless thing with one kick. Kick the thing awake!

What is this?

This is Xiao Shenhou’s personal inscription!

If you hang it at home, wouldn't it mean that all crooked things will get around? Not to mention, with this word, you can get priority in doing business with the Xiao family caravans all over the world! This is something that many people only dream of!

"Haha, you deserve this, take it!"

With a chuckle, he signaled Xiaodong to hand the silk cloth to the stunned young master of the Sun family. Xiao Han's eyes once again swept across the faces of the people in Luoyang who were either envious or jealous.

On the other side, after taking the silk cloth, the young master of the Sun family finally came to his senses and subconsciously stretched out his hand to unfold it!

On the white silk cloth, I saw the four big characters "Good People" dancing with dragons and phoenixes, strong and powerful!

Regardless of how the words are written, the momentum alone is enough to move people.

"Eh? When you came out this time, did you bring such a big brush?"

Next to Xiao Han, Liu Hongji looked up and down at the calligraphy in confusion. Why didn't he remember that Xiao Han brought a brush with him when he went out? Or was he in the habit of bringing this extra large brush with him?

"Ahem, do you think I look like a person with a writing brush?" Xiao Han rolled his eyes and lowered his voice and said, "This was written last night with a broom used to clean pots!"

"Cooking broom?" Liu Hongji opened his eyes wide in astonishment and looked at the words again, only to realize that the so-called strength was just that the bristles of the cooking broom were too hard to turn...

I sent a piece of calligraphy out, and also reminded everyone: As long as you rush to do things for me, Xiao Han, the benefits will never be lost to you!

Next, Xiao Han formally separated from the people from Luoyang and continued eastward.

According to the plan, the grain coming from Luoyang will be divided into two batches.

The first batch of emergency relief was organized by Cui Renshi and transported by land.

The latter group waited for shipping to open, took the waterway, and went down the river directly to Huazhou, which was the most severely affected area.

After the team left Luoyang and headed east, the road conditions became worse. Especially a sudden light rain made the already rugged and difficult path even more muddy.

"Bah..."

The fool stepped into a mud puddle, and after a long effort, he finally pulled his foot out of the mud puddle, but his boots were still stuck in the mud.

"This is such a broken road!"

Cursing, he jumped back to the mud pit with one foot. He used all his strength to pull his boots out of the mud pit. However, at this time, the boots were completely gone and turned into big mud balls.

"You don't have eyes, so you have to step into the mud pit, and you still have the nerve to complain about the bad road?" Xiaodong glanced at Lunzi and said bitterly.

The fool snorted unconvinced: "What do you mean I don't have eyes? Look at the potholes on this road. Who knows which pothole is deep? Which pothole is shallow?"

Xiaodong shrugged: "Then you can't step on all the big and small holes?"

"..."

In one sentence, the stunned fool was speechless! While he was racking his brains, thinking about how to fight back, suddenly, Jiayi and others who were walking at the front of the team stopped.

"What's wrong?" Realizing that something was wrong, the idiot stopped arguing with Xiaodong and quickly stretched his neck to look ahead.

"It seems that we have met a refugee!" Xiaodong also jumped on the cart next to him, holding an awning and looking forward.

In front of the team, I saw a group of ragged and disheveled refugees stumbling on the road. When they saw the neat team in front, they were not afraid. Instead, they roared, quickened their pace and rushed over.

"Array up!"

Seeing the refugees rushing towards him, Jiayi wanted to put up a defensive posture out of habit, but an arm stretched out from the ground and stopped him.

"Don't be so nervous." After shaking his head, Xiao Han took a step forward and said softly: "We are in the disaster area. We should see a lot of situations like this."

"But... here!"

Jia Yi originally wanted to say something, but after seeing Xiao Han's face, he still didn't say anything in the end. He had to use his eyes to signal Jia Er and the others to protect Xiao Han tightly and not to dare anything happen.

"Is there anything to eat? Is there anything to eat?"

"Okay, let's give him something to eat! My wife hasn't eaten in three days!"

"Give me a steamed bun! I'm willing to exchange it for my ancestral finger ring!"

Soon, the refugee team arrived in front of Xiao Han and the others, looking at the people with tall horses and bright armor in front of them.

These refugees are like drowning people who have finally grasped the last straw. Even their originally dull and lifeless eyes suddenly burst into life.