Seeing his master's increasingly grim expression, Master Li stepped forward and rebuked him: "A bunch of cold-blooded, selfish bastards who only care about profit, what do you know?"
Uncle Fu donated dozens of truckloads of supplies, such as quicklime, masks, medicine, and food...
As he softly recited the mantra, the merchants who had been shouting incessantly, especially Truman, showed some awkwardness and embarrassment on their faces.
Truman was taken aback. "Is this guy really that generous?"
Sitting to the side, Manager Jiang chuckled softly, "Baiweilou will follow suit. Whatever supplies Uncle Fu provides, Baiweilou will provide the same."
When someone takes the lead, others will follow suit.
It's rare for them to be stingy.
Truman sighed: "The Chu family will follow suit."
If we can't bring refugees into the city, how can we purchase servants?
If we don't take advantage of their last breath to force them to sign indentures, how can we possibly have a chance to take the lives of these lowly people by tempting them with food?
With a worried look, he glanced at Lu Chao. Damn it, is the thousand taels of silver going down the drain?
He paid no attention to the measures for preventing the plague that Magistrate Su mentioned next, such as wearing masks and washing hands.
Recently, the county school has been discussing the issue of displaced people.
Currently, all teaching at the county school is overseen by Instructor He and Instructor Jiang.
Instructor He stood on the platform and spoke eloquently. His face was calm, and he quoted classics in his lectures. Yet, he was not as rigid as a typical teacher, nor did he smile.
The angles from which debates are presented are often refreshing and novel.
For example, a wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall.
Generally, teachers would follow the textbook: first, detect danger in advance; second, escape in time when danger occurs.
Instructor He would calmly reply, "What if I prepared in advance, or what if I just wanted to experience something exciting? What do you all think?"
It emphasizes stubbornness and rebellion.
To open up a new world for these students.
Moreover, this person treats everyone equally, without looking down on anyone because of their family background, nor flattering anyone whose family background is good.
Lü Yunchuan could sense that this person was different from the other gentlemen.
Ding ding ding.
The bell rang.
The teacher, who had been giving a passionate speech, suddenly paused and said, "get out of class dismissed."
Shi Jingxing stood up, cupped his hands, and said, “Recently, refugees have been gathering outside. Sir, I want to go out and help maintain order by distributing porridge and steamed buns, but I know that a wise man does not stand under a wall. I am very troubled. Should I go out or not?”
Instructor He smiled calmly: "The principles in books are just principles, but who can guarantee that they will all have to listen to them?"
"Do as you please, but do not overstep the bounds of propriety."
He turned and left.
Shi Jingxing nodded and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Xie."
Instructor He raised his right hand high and waved it, his voice calm: "Be careful. There's already an outbreak of plague outside. I still suggest you play it safe. Young man, you only have one life. Once it's gone, it's gone..."
Duan Zhujun came over, looking at him with surprise and complicated emotions: "Brother Jingxing, aren't you afraid? The refugees outside are a bunch of disorderly thugs, and they also have infectious diseases. There's really no need to go out and help with disaster relief."
Lu Chengfeng sneered.
He shook his head.
He whispered, "What a fool, putting a bunch of unrelated refugees in danger."
...
Outside the city.
Many more refugees from the south gathered there.
Outside the city, a dark, yellowish-brown tide had formed.
Shi Jingxing, Duan Zhujun, Lü Yunchuan, and others were each surrounded by at least twenty followers, all dressed in simple black leather armor, carrying bows and arrows commonly used by mountain people, and holding swords. They began to distribute pickled vegetables and steamed buns to the crowd.
As the disaster victims nodded repeatedly, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment began to grow in the hearts of the three teenagers.
"Thank you, kind young master."
One of the little girls, mustering her courage, begged Duan Zhujun, "Big brother, could you give me another steamed bun? My mother is sick and is lying on that grass over there, unable to move..."
Duan Zhujun hesitated for a moment as she looked at the little girl's tearful eyes.
The men around him stared intently at the steamed bun with the eyes of hungry wolves.
Lu Yunchuan tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Don't give it to them. They'll just snatch it away anyway. It's better to give it to others. Those who lined up can finish it in a few bites. Those people won't be able to get any."
Shi Jingxing also whispered, "That's right. I noticed that children usually only get to eat a small bite of the steamed buns they receive; the rest are snatched away by the strong men."
"Scumbag!"
Brother Xiong glanced over at the situation discreetly and muttered, "Second brother, what's going on over there?"
Second Brother: "Brother Xiong, I heard that it was a young master from the city who came here specifically to distribute steamed buns to help the disaster victims."
"It seems our people asked the children to ask for more steamed buns, and they found out!"
"Damn, you idiot! Don't you know these kind young masters are here for the first time? What if you scare away these little rabbits?"
One of Duan Zhujun's attendants said, "Young Master, let's go quickly. These people's eyes are all suspicious; they're starving."
On the city wall.
Shi Lang and Duan Wangshu were preparing to go down to check on the situation of the disaster victims.
Try to calm people down.
Suddenly a servant whispered in their ears, "Master, the young master is outside the city providing disaster relief!"
My whole body felt ice-cold, as if cold water had been poured over my head.
"What a joke! Do I need to explain what's going on?"
He whispered to the constables, "Go and bring that idiot back."
Two men in official robes entered through the city gate.
Brother Xiong glanced at it.
Some refugees began to cry out, "Sir, can you let us into the city? We are suffering too much. My child is sick and needs a doctor."
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