It turned out to be Mrs. Fu's brother, no wonder she was full of resentment towards him.

After all, Song Jiuyuan had just dealt with his brother-in-law with his own hands, and he nodded slightly.

"Um."

"Prince, this Mr. Qian is a famous wealthy businessman in Qucheng. Relying on his brother-in-law, he often plunders the people's wealth with the magistrate."

When Sun Zhubo said this, he hated him so much that he had no idea what happened to Qucheng. If it weren't for their nepotism, he wouldn't have caused a mess.

"Um."

Song Jiuyuan gently tapped the lid with his fingertips of the teacup, then took a sip of the tea, and his sharp eyes fell directly on Mr. Qian.

"Mr. Qian, what do you want to express?"

"It's okay to raise funds, the prince must set an example, right?"

Mr. Qian stood up and almost got furious after he learned that his brother-in-law was gone.

But after calming down, he knew that as long as this bullshit prince was in one day, he would not want to be as majestic as before.

So he had to join hands with everyone to save the prince's face, and it would be better to force him out of Qucheng.

"Yes, you are the prince. This entire Jiuzhou is your fiefdom. We believe you will definitely be able to solve the problem for the people of Qucheng."

"That's not. We have heard of the prince's reputation countless times in Qucheng."

"Prince, as long as you take the lead, Caomin will take out all the only surplus grains in his family."

“…”

The only surplus grain is just to force Song Jiuyuan.

In this case, if Song Jiuyuan can't take out the things, then don't think they will follow him.

If he didn't get much, they would be perfunctory.

This is clearly a roasting Song Jiuyuan on a fire rack.

Qingshan and Sun Zhubo looked at Song Jiuyuan anxiously, they knew that Song Jiuyuan had no food at this time.

I don’t know if there is any money, but it’s hard to buy food for money.

Mr. Qian hugged his hands and waited leisurely to watch the show. The others were frightened, but they felt a little more contemptuous.

It seems that this prince... is not as terrifying as they thought.

Just when the atmosphere was a little stiff, Song Jiuyuan slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

A familiar voice suddenly penetrated, "Who said your prince was not prepared?"

The girl in a tender yellow dress slowly walked in, wearing a piece of white gauze on her face, revealing her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she walked to Song Jiuyuan a few steps.

"Prince, look at you, how can you be so calm and let others slander you."

Jiang Wan patted her hands gently and the group walked in from outside the yard.

The leader was Jiang Wan's personal maid Qiu Niang. Behind her was a group of men, each of whom was pushing a cart.

And on the cart are sacks of food!!!

They don’t know what food they are yet to be, but... they must be something to eat!

Everyone standing in the room widened their eyes in disbelief, and Mr. Qian rubbed his eyes hard, afraid he was dreaming!

The expressions of the others were nothing more than that, even Sun Zhubo was shocked.

Jiang Wan smiled and said: "Before entering the city, the prince already knew about the situation in Qucheng and had sent someone to buy supplies.

What you see is only a small part, these are food, and some cotton coats are outside.

After accounting, the prince donated 3,000 dan (100 kilograms per dan) of grain and 10,000 cotton coats. Do you still think there is less?"

When Jiang Wan said this, she stared at Song Jiuyuan's eyes. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and soon she held her expression tight.

The only way to tremble slightly with his fingertips hanging beside him shows that he is not calm at this moment.

Jiang Wan raised the corners of her mouth in a funny way. She had stocked up so many things in the space, but she just took out a small part to do good deeds.

You should know that because of this, she didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, so she found the yard to store it overnight. She asked Lushui to watch it in the morning and worked all night.

The rich businessmen who heard this finally came back to their senses. With so much food, they naturally couldn't make things difficult for them.

Sun Zhubo agreed very well, "No, no, no, no, the officials thanked the prince for the people of Qucheng!"

He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, not because he was a fraud, but because he sincerely thanked Song Jiuyuan.

After kowtowing, he took out his pen and ink, solemnly recorded the materials donated by Song Jiuyuan, and said:

"The prince is kind and righteous, so we must follow the prince's footsteps. The subordinates are willing to donate five dans of grain and two hundred taels of silver."

With the beginning of Sun Lord Bo, others looked at Mr. Qian one after another.

He was the largest wealthy businessman in Qucheng, and others were more or less afraid of him.

But at this moment he felt like he was rays on his back, and he pulled his lips.

"The prince is kind and righteous, and the people are not as good as the prince, and his family property..."

"Prince!"

Mr. Qian's words were interrupted, and Song Yi rushed back. He wiped his sweat and said:

"The people have arranged it, right at Fulu Inn. The place is pretty good, it's expensive..."

"Prince!"

Mr. Qian's voice was raised and he said in a terror: "Is your friend staying at Fulu Inn?

Fate, then Fulu Inn is opened by Caomin. Your friend is Caomin’s friend, how can you collect cash?

When the people turned around, they would say to the people below and let them waive your friend's room rate."

"That's what you said!"

Song Yi was afraid that he would regret it, so he immediately spoke excitedly. Mr. Qian didn't know that Song Yi brought back not only one or two people.

But a group of people, he smiled and said, "Of course, the grass people do what they say.

In addition..., the grass people also donated twenty loches of grain, cotton coats and white pieces, and a thousand taels of silver."

He was scared and sweated coldly, even wondering if Song Jiuyuan had planned it for a long time and knew that Fulu Inn was his.

This is deliberately hitting him. Although his brother-in-law is very important, in Mr. Qian's heart, his family's life must be ranked first.

"Mr. Qian is open and bright."

Master Sun happily wrote down and looked at the wealthy businessmen on one side.

"How much do you plan to donate? You can't donate less than me, the Sesame Official, donated?"

These people used to be the tyrants of Magistrate Fu and Mr. Qian, and they often put a lot of trouble for Sun Lord Bo.

At this moment, Sun Master Bo said that his face turned red, but he was not easy to refute in front of Song Jiuyuan.

I can only remember my names one by one.

"Ink painting and bookstore, ten thrones of grain, thousand taels of silver."

“…”

More than a dozen or twenty people, recorded their names and then left in a hurry.

Master Sun smiled so hard that he couldn't see the eyes, "I have remembered it all, I have forgotten all the things.

I also had to send the things to the county government earlier, and the porridge will start in the afternoon!"

"Don't worry, I won't forget!"

Mr. Qian was so angry that he vomited blood. He dared to shy face at Master Sun, but he did not dare to face Song Jiuyuan coldly.

After everyone left one after another, Song Jiuyuan said to Sun Lord Bo:

"Remember to post a list of donations so that the people can remember their kindness."

"Yes, Prince!"

Master Sun was so arrogant that he happily held his little notebook and continued to come to the door to find others to donate.
Chapter completed!