"Thank you, Mr. Li." Chu Munan and Ruan Xiangxiang thanked him.
Li Chengfeng waved his hand: "I am also thinking about the common people in the world. I hope that Miss Ruan's potatoes can have a bumper harvest next year, so that the famine problem in Anyang City can be solved. Only by solving the famine problem can we solve the problem that is worsening now.
The refugee problem is getting worse."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Li, the yield of potatoes per mu can reach at least two thousand kilograms. If the land is fertile enough, it can produce even more." Ruan Xiangxiang patted her chest and assured: "Moreover, potatoes can be grown for two seasons. After this year,
, the granaries in the homes of the people in Anyang City will definitely be full as never before."
"Well, that puts me at ease."
Just as Li Chengfeng was about to leave, Ruan Xiangxiang suddenly thought of something and stopped him: "Master Li, please stay."
Li Chengfeng stopped and turned around: "Miss Ruan still has something to do."
Ruan Xiangxiang said: "Master Li, is there a porridge hall in Anyang City?"
"Originally, there were some." Li Chengfeng frowned and said, "As the number of refugees increased, many of them were robbed by refugee groups, so they disappeared later."
Ruan Xiangxiang said: "I have an idea that can not only solve the problem of the refugees, but also allow Mr. Li to bring people up the mountain with integrity."
Li Chengfeng: "Miss Ruan, please speak."
That night, after Li Chengfeng returned, he couldn't wait for dawn, so he called his lieutenants and confidants to start arranging things for tomorrow.
Early the next morning, a charity hall was set up at the foot of Anyang Mountain. The refugees near Anyang City spread the word, and soon, countless refugees flocked to the foot of Anyang Mountain.
"That's very good." Li Chengfeng beamed with joy: "Miss Ruan is really a great person. She didn't care about their previous reckless behavior and was willing to use her own food to help them. For this, on behalf of the people of Anyang City, thank you very much.
Miss Ruan’s kindness.”
Everyone lined up in a long line to receive the items one after another.
After they finished eating, they learned that these potatoes were donated to them by Shuiyun Villa on Anyang Mountain, and they could come to receive them every day from now on. They were very grateful.
At the same time, I also hope that through a small act of kindness, I can exchange for the evil thoughts in some of them.
Ruan Xiangxiang waved her hands and said, "We are just doing what we can."
"We at Shuiyun Villa currently have some surplus food. When we saw the refugees yesterday, Munan and I couldn't bear it. So, we discussed it and planned to build a charity hall at the foot of Anyang Mountain to provide food to the nearby people every day.
Giving porridge to the refugees so that they can survive this cold winter.
Shuiyun Villa first killed the first batch of refugees who came up the mountain, and then distributed charity food to them, which played a role of kindness and mercy.
Although each person only has one steamed potato, it is already very good for them who are always hungry.
The refugees also knew in their hearts that those people must have been killed because they wanted to go up the mountain to rob.
However, for the sake of safety, I still hope that Mr. Li can send troops to protect us so that we will not be robbed of food by those refugee groups."
The panic caused by yesterday's murder of refugees has gradually dissipated.
For a time, everyone was very respectful towards Shuiyun Villa and did not dare to take any offense.
…
When An Qingyuan reported this matter to Chu Zichen.
