Time is like a white foal passing by.
It's been a while since I came to Yunzhou, and Xiaoyu didn't have much money left.
Countless nights, the light rain threw loose pieces of silver into the windows of countless poor families.
For a time, the entire disaster-stricken people in Yunzhou were talking about someone giving them silver coins, but they didn't know who it was? Where do you come from?
Luoyao and his wife also arrived in Yunzhou. While providing free medical treatment to people infected by the disaster, they listened to people talking about this mysterious man who gave money.
Many people thought it was the couple, and they came out to veto it because they didn't have that much money.
The people of Yunzhou received the money, and many people silently thanked the mysterious guy who gave the money, and some went to the temple to pray for him.
What's more, in the City God's Temple, in front of the City God, a faceless clay sculpture was erected to represent this mysterious man who gave them money and was regarded as the Yunzhou Hero.
Xiaoyu didn't care about these false names. He couldn't admit that he was this person and his identity couldn't be exposed.
Once Ji Ruge's identity is exposed, he will soon be hunted by many people from the sect.
...
Jiang County.
Luo Zhen.
By the Luoling River.
The level of the river is slow and rapid, seemingly flowing but not flowing.
The river is very quiet.
At noon, the April sunshine is not strong and very warm.
The rows of houses in Luo Town on the riverside look like they have been flooded. Most of the poor families near the river have not had time to repair their roofs. They let the sun shine through the cracks in the tiles, hoping to dispel the pain caused by the hunger in their hearts. cold.
Xiao Yu was sitting on a small boat on the river, looking at the numerous eaves with no windows and only railings along the river.
There are men in tattered clothes making porridge, or cooking tree bark...
There is an old man sitting and looking at the river with tears in his eyes...
There were also women holding children wrapped in linen...
Seeing the scene of people's livelihood withering away, Xiao Yu shook her head helplessly.
He hired the boat, and there was only one person on it.
There were also two baskets of three silver coins on the boat and a sack of crudely made money bags made of linen.
At noon, there were no fishing boats on the river, and everyone went home to prepare lunch.
At this time, there was only one lone boat, a lone boat with Xiao Yu holding the oar.
While putting the money into the linen money bag, he stood up and threw it towards the poor civilian houses near the river.
Xiaoyu, who was busy, occasionally got up and paddled the boat, moving slowly from west to east.
The boat was still more than ten feet away from the river bank. Xiaoyu wore a hat to protect him from the sun to avoid being seen by people on the river.
"bump!"
"bump!"
"bump!"
...
Countless money bags fell into the slums under the bright sunshine.
Some fell in the vegetable baskets that were drying in the sun, some fell on the edge of the broken tile roof, and some fell on the ground at the feet of the man who was boiling bark...
Xiaoyu was very busy, and every time he threw out the money bag, it was filled with loose silver.
When the old man took him on a run through Yunzhou, he clearly remembered that in the teahouse on the Luoling River in Luo Town, an old woman selling sweet potatoes gave him and the old man a big sweet potato each.
They were penniless and had been hungry for several days. The teahouse owner gave them two bowls of tea to two poor beggars, one old and one young.
The old lady who sells sweet potatoes lives next to the teahouse. Now when we cross the Luoling River, after sending all the money, we can go to the teahouse and see if the old lady who sells sweet potatoes is still there?
In the deep memory of his heart, he followed the old man around begging for food. All the kind people in the world were his and the old man's benefactors.
They supported him and the old man. Without the kind people in the world, there would be no Xiaoyu today.
...
"Dad!! What is this?"
"
A child from a poor family was playing by the fence. He happened to see someone throwing a fist-sized cloth bag into the house through the eaves of the river. He picked it up out of curiosity and brought it to his father who was making porridge.
The man picked up the cloth bag in the child's hand and untied the tie. He saw that it was a bag of broken silver, which was enough for them to live for several months and survive the disaster.
"Baby, where did you get it from?" The man squatted down and asked the child.
"Dad, there was a man in a bamboo hat in the house who threw it into our house on the river." The child pointed to the river with an innocent look.
The man hurriedly collected the money bag and stood at the window near the river with the child in his arms.
At the same time, neighbors all around received small bags of money that had just landed at their homes.
The bag was full of broken silver.
They all curiously stood by the window near the river and stared at the man delivering money on the river.
On the river.
A lonely boat, one person wearing a bamboo hat.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he was seen throwing money bags under the eaves of the thatched hut on the shore again and again.
"Auntie, who is he?" the man asked his neighbor's aunt who was looking at the river.
The neighbor's aunt shook her head, her eyes still on the lone boat on the river.
"I don't know, it should be Daxia Yunzhou. I heard that during this period, a guy named Daxia Yunzhou was sending money to the people who were affected by the disaster..." The aunt looked grateful, and slowly Xu replied, "This money is enough for us to survive the disaster for the past six months!! Thank you!..."
For a while.
All thatched huts and tile-roofed houses along the river are located near the windowsills of the river.
It was filled with people from all households, large and small.
Their eyes were full of gratitude, and the adults were teaching the children in their arms to say thank you...
On this sunny noon.
In the hearts of these kind people:
"The sun is very warm in April.
But there was only one person in the boat floating slowly on the river.
But it’s warmer than the sunshine in April! "
"It's silver." The teahouse owner was a middle-aged man. He picked up the money bag on the ground, opened it, and said happily, "This man in Jiang Shang is giving money to the people affected by the disaster in Jiang County. He is such a good man!"
The teahouse owner stood by the big banyan tree and bowed to the people on the river to express his gratitude.
Uncle Liu was fishing on one side and saw everything that happened on the river.
Liu Boxin thought that this man helped the disaster-stricken people in Yunzhou, which was indeed a hero's style, which was admirable.
Uncle Liu frowned and asked the teahouse owner, "Who is this person?"
"I don't know." The teahouse owner stared at the boat going further and further away on the river. The streets of the small town along the river ended at the big banyan tree in the teahouse. Behind them, there were wild grass on the riverside. "I don't know about this benefactor." Where are you going?"
Uncle Liu suspected that the person on the boat was Ji Ruge. As for whether it was Xiao Yu, he was not sure. After all, Ji Ruge's appearance was very different from Xiao Yu's.
But when Xiao Yu left, Uncle Liu had to suspect that Xiao Yu was Ji Ruge who had slaughtered many masters in Jiangnan. At least, there must be some kind of connection between them.
Uncle Liu hurriedly collected the fishing line, tied it to the fishing rod, and got up to leave.
He gave tea money to the teahouse owner, and hurriedly led the donkey tied to the small banyan tree on the side of the road near the main entrance of the teahouse. He followed the wild path all the way, following the direction of the boat rowing on the river from a distance. He wanted to take a look. What does this person look like?
When Xiao Yu left, she saw the old man fishing under the big banyan tree from a distance, but she didn't know that he was Uncle Liu. She thought he was just an old fishing man whom the town didn't know.
When they threw money into the teahouse, both of them were wearing bamboo hats, covering half of their faces. If they didn't come up to them and just looked at them from a distance, no one would be able to recognize the other.
Naturally, Xiao Yu couldn't see the donkey with a tuft of white hair tied on its head at the main entrance of the teahouse. Otherwise, he would have known that Uncle Liu had followed him to Yunzhou.
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