Chapter 212: Your Majesty, how can you allow others to slander you?

It turns out that he is Mrs. Fu’s brother. No wonder she is full of resentment towards him.

After all, Song Jiuyuan had just dealt with his brother-in-law personally, so he nodded slightly.

"Um."

"Your Highness, this Mr. Qian is a famous wealthy businessman in Qucheng. He relies on his brother-in-law, the county magistrate, to extort money from the common people together with the county magistrate."

Sun Zhubo felt so angry when he said this. If it weren't for their nepotism, Qucheng wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Um."

Song Jiuyuan held the teacup with his fingertips and tapped the lid lightly, then took a sip of tea, his sharp eyes falling directly on Master Qian.

"Master Qian, what do you want to express?"

"It's ok to raise funds, but Your Majesty should set an example, right?"

Mr. Qian stood up. He almost went crazy when he learned that his brother-in-law was dead.

But when he calmed down, he knew that as long as this damn prince was around, he would never be as powerful as before.

So he had to unite everyone to save face for the prince, and it would be best if he could force the man out of Qucheng.

"Yes, you are a prince, and the entire Jiuzhou is your fiefdom. We believe that you can solve the problem for the people of Qucheng."

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

"Your Majesty, as long as you take the lead, I will take out the only surplus food in my home."

“…”

What the only surplus food? It’s just to force Song Jiuyuan.

In this situation, if Song Jiuyuan can't produce anything, then forget about asking them to follow.

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

This is clearly putting Song Jiuyuan on the fire rack.

Qingshan and Sun Zhubo looked at Song Jiuyuan anxiously. They knew that Song Jiuyuan had no food at the moment.

I don’t know if there is any silver, but silver is not enough to buy food.

Master Qian folded his hands, waiting calmly to watch the show. The others looked terrified, but they also had a bit more contempt in their hearts.

It seems that this prince...is not as scary as they imagined.

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

A familiar voice suddenly interrupted, "Who said your prince wasn't prepared?"

A girl in a light yellow dress walked in slowly. She had a white veil on her face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

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

"Your Majesty, look at you. How can you be so calm and allow others to slander you?"

Jiang Wan clapped her hands lightly, and a group of people walked in from outside the yard.

Leading the group was Jiang Wan's personal maid Qiu Niang, followed by a group of men, each pushing a cart.

And on the cart were sacks of grain! ! ! !

Being far away, they don’t know what the food is yet, but... it must be something edible!

Everyone standing in the room widened their eyes in disbelief. Master Qian even rubbed his eyes hard, fearing that he was dreaming!

The expressions of the others were no different. Even Sun Zhubo was stunned.

Jiang Wanyan said with a smile: "Before entering the city, the prince already knew the situation in Qucheng and had already sent people to purchase supplies.

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

After calculation, the prince donated 3,000 dan of grain (one dan is 100 jin) and 10,000 cotton clothes. Do you still think it is not enough?"

When saying this, Jiang Wan looked into Song Jiuyuan's eyes. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he quickly tensed up.

Only the fingertips hanging by his side trembled slightly, indicating that he was not calm at the moment.

Jiang Wan raised the corner of her mouth in amusement. There were so many things stored in the space, she was just taking out a small part to do good deeds.

You know, because of this, she didn't sleep in the middle of the night. She looked for a yard to store it overnight, and asked Lushui to look after it early in the morning. She was busy all night.

After hearing this, the wealthy businessmen finally came to their senses. With so much food, they naturally couldn't make things difficult anymore.

Sun Zhubo was very polite and echoed loudly, "Not less, not less. I thank the prince on behalf of the people of Qucheng!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, not because he was pretending, but because he was sincerely grateful to Song Jiuyuan.

After he kowtowed, he took out a pen and ink, and solemnly wrote down the materials donated by Song Jiuyuan, and then said:

"Your Majesty is kind and righteous, so we should follow your footsteps. I am willing to donate five dan of grain and two hundred taels of silver."

With Chief Clerk Sun starting the conversation, everyone else looked at Master Qian.

He is the richest businessman in Qucheng, and everyone else is more or less afraid of him.

But at this moment he felt as if a thorn in his back, and he pulled his lips.

"Your Majesty is so kind and righteous. I cannot compare to you. Your property..."

"Your Majesty!"

Mr. Qian was interrupted when Song Yi came back in a hurry. He wiped his sweat and said:

"Everyone has been arranged, and they are staying at the Fulu Inn. It's a nice place, but it's expensive..."

"Your Majesty!"

Mr. Qian raised his voice and asked in fear, "Is your friend staying at Fulu Inn?

It's fate. The Fulu Inn is run by a commoner, and your friends are my friends. How can you accept money from me?

I will tell the people below to waive your friend's room fee."

"That's what you said!"

Song Yi was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he spoke excitedly immediately. However, Master Qian had no idea that Song Yi had brought back more than one or two people.

It was a group of people. He smiled and said, “Of course, I will do what I say.

In addition..., the common people also donated 20 dan of grain, 100 cotton clothes, and 1,000 taels of silver."

He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, and even suspected that Song Jiuyuan had planned it in advance and knew that the Fulu Inn was his.

This was a deliberate warning to him. Although his brother-in-law was very important, in Mr. Qian's mind, the lives of his own family members came first.

"Master Qian is open-minded."

Sun Zhubo happily wrote it down and looked at the wealthy businessmen on the side.

"How much do you plan to donate? It can't be less than what a small official like me donates, right?"

These people used to be lackeys of Magistrate Fu and Mr. Qian, and they often took advantage of Sun Zhubo's misfortunes.

At this moment, everyone was blushing at what Sun Zhubo said, but they had no way to refute in front of Song Jiuyuan.

They could only write down their names reluctantly.

"Ink painting and calligraphy shop, ten dan of grain and one thousand taels of silver."

“…”

A dozen or twenty people were called, and after writing down their names, they left in a hurry.

Lord Sun smiled so thinly that his teeth were visible but his eyes were not, "I have taken note of it, my dear nobles, please be patient.

Please send the food to the county government office as soon as possible, as we will start distributing porridge in the afternoon!"

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

Mr. Qian was so angry that he vomited blood. He dared to turn his face away from Sun Zhubo, but he didn't dare to be cold to Song Jiuyuan.

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

“Remember to post a list of donations so that people can remember their good deeds.”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After receiving the order, Sun Zhubo happily held his little notebook and continued to look for other people to donate.

The officials of the county government, such as the teachers, the historians, and the inspectors...