"What makes you so happy?" Song Qingci said with a smile, "Let me guess, did Dongzi give you a gift?"
"It's not a festival, nor a birthday, so what gift can he give?" Feng Xun asked, "He has no money. His money is all here with me!"
Song Qingci couldn't help laughing.
"It's the shopkeeper from the mountain, he's here with people to deliver food!"
"Send food? The large quantity of food that I asked him to buy before?" Song Qingci said in surprise.
Logically speaking, this food shouldn't arrive so quickly.
Two hundred thousand taels of silver worth of grain is not a small amount.
"Yes. Everyone on the mountain is stunned and is now running down the mountain to watch the excitement and help transport the food!" Feng Xun said excitedly, "I heard that the trucks transporting food are lined up so long that you can't see the end. And I heard that this is only the first batch, there are more to come!"
Food is the biggest problem in the mountains.
Food is the most important thing for people, and bandits are no exception.
Everyone has not yet achieved food and clothing, so food is of vital importance to them.
Getting so much food is like pie in the sky, I couldn't even imagine it.
Song Qingci understood the sensation caused by this incident after a quick thought.
But the problem is, she was not told at all beforehand, and the food was directly delivered.
Song Qingci strongly suspected that the shopkeeper did this with the instructions of her mother.
This really looks like Xu Youyou's work.
"Let's go and take a look first." Song Qingci said.
When she went out, she found that the road was blocked by people going down the mountain.
Men, women, young and old all came out from the mountain. Even the elderly with mobility problems had to be supported by others and walked unsteadily down the mountain to watch the fun.
Song Qingci: "...Forget it, why don't we go later."
Judging from everyone’s reactions, they probably don’t know yet that this is the food she bought.
Looking back at the foot of the mountain, if someone had called out to her, she would probably be overwhelmed and extremely embarrassed by everyone's exaggerated praise.
Therefore, the wise thing to do is to go back to the room and wait for the shopkeeper to report to her.
So Song Qingci went back again.
These people worked all day long, and many of them did not even eat lunch as they carried food up the mountain in batches.
Even people from other hills came to help after hearing the news.
Of course, the help in transporting the food came mainly from the young men who were being trained by Master Fu San, and other men, women, young and old also came to help.
The Huaishan Festival is more lively than the New Year's pig-killing festival.
From these countless grains, everyone saw the hope that they would not go hungry in the next few years, and everyone was overjoyed.
Having enough food to eat is the first and strongest desire of human survival.
Song Qingci did not go out, but to her surprise, no one came to see her.
How come she has made such a great contribution but remains unknown?
She didn't want to take credit for it, she just felt that something was not right about this matter.
"Feng Xun, go out and ask around. Hasn't anyone asked where all this food came from?"
Feng Xun said, "Well, I've already inquired about it, and everyone only knows that it was Third Master who managed to get it, and no one mentioned you. Some people also asked if you got it, after all, you paid for the food before, but no one spoke up for you."
Feng Xun felt somewhat unfair.
Mr. Fu Sanye was obviously there too, why didn’t he make it clear to everyone?
It does have some meaning of taking credit for others' achievements.
Although Feng Xun tried hard to convince herself that Third Master was not that kind of person, she really couldn't explain Third Master's behavior.
"I understand," Song Qingci said, "Third Master definitely doesn't want everyone to focus their attention on me."
She is a little girl, helpless in the eyes of many people. With so much money, it is easy for her to become a thorn in the eyes of others.
Even though she made such a great contribution to Huaishan, not everyone was grateful to her. There were always those who were jealous.
Moreover, even if it was thanks, too much would be a bother to her.
Although Mr. Fu San had not discussed the fight with her beforehand, Song Qingci felt that there was nothing wrong with Mr. Fu San doing so and that it was for her own good.
That's very good.
Later, Mr. Fu San came to talk to Song Qingci about the grain and explained his intentions.
It was pretty much the same as what Song Qingci thought.
Song Qingci poured him a cup of tea and offered it to him, smiling and saying, "I'll listen to you, Third Master. The money was given by my mother anyway."
If you want to be grateful, just be grateful to her mother. It has nothing to do with her.
Unexpectedly, Master Fu San took the teacup, paused for a moment, looked at her and said, "Isn't that your dowry?"
Song Qingci's pupils dilated and he looked at him in disbelief.
He, how could he know?
She had mentioned this to him before? Her memory was confused?
No, that's impossible. She definitely didn't say such a shameful thing.
"I found out by accident." Mr. Fu San smiled.
She gave him all her dowry in advance, so why was he hesitating before?
He was worried that he couldn't give her the life she wanted, worried that he couldn't give her peace and tranquility.
It doesn't matter, now he understands.
You have to take control of your own destiny and not live at the mercy of others.
A few years ago, because of his brother, he lost interest in everything, voluntarily gave up his military power, gave up everything, left the capital, and came to Liaodong.
Many people even spread the rumor that King Zhenbei was dead.
But now, because of the little girl, he rekindled his hope and fighting spirit for the future.
Protecting the little girl, being with her, and letting her live the life she wants are Mr. Fu San's only thoughts now.
"Oh. It doesn't count," Song Qingci explained quickly, "My mother has always been a bit frivolous. She was just casually looking for excuses to give me pocket money. Two hundred thousand taels is a lot, but to my mother, it's nothing."
Seeing her blushing, Third Master Fu suppressed a smile and said, "Don't be so conspicuous in front of outsiders. I'm afraid it will cause trouble."
"I know, the Third Master is not an outsider." Song Qingci, who was being taught a lesson, muttered in a low voice.
"The shopkeeper said this is the first batch of grain, about 20%." Seeing her embarrassment, Mr. Fu changed the subject. "The shopkeeper originally wanted to go to Jiangnan to buy, but happened to find out that a grain merchant in Jiangnan shipped a batch of grain to Liaodong. After it arrived, the price was lowered..."
"That's too unfair. Didn't you collect the deposit before?" Song Qingci immediately thought about it.
"I don't know the details, but I know our people ate up the grain and then reached an agreement with him to continue buying from him. The price was right, and it wasn't too much trouble, so that's how it was settled."
"Oh, that's great." Song Qingci was really afraid of worrying.
"I have something I want to discuss with you." said Mr. Fu San.
"Ah? What's the matter, Third Master? Please tell me."
What can you discuss with such a confused person?
In the end, I will definitely listen to Master Fu San.
Song Qingci is self-aware.
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