Just as Song Qianning was secretly thinking about the tax issue, Dawang's voice came from inside the house: "Mother."
Coming back to her senses, she turned her head to look into the room and saw Da Wang calling her.
"Mr. Qin, I'll go in first."
After talking to Qin Ye, Song Qianning walked into the house.
Behind him, Qin Ye looked at Song Qianning's back, narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought, his mind filled with all the recent events in the capital.
The situation in the capital has stabilized recently, and he has deep roots in the capital. No one would risk their lives to touch his people, except for some short-sighted people.
The situation was unstable before, but this time he will bring Song Qianning and the two children to Beijing to make it easier to protect them.
Thinking of something, Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. If there was anyone who was so blind as to dare to touch him, he would never let him go.
…
Because taxes increased suddenly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has skyrocketed compared to previous taxes.
This place is mostly populated by ordinary people. Not to mention the wealthy businessmen and rich people, for ordinary people, a rash increase in taxes would be tantamount to a disaster.
Since the tax increase, the number of customers in the restaurant has been decreasing day by day. The customers who used to be common now only appear once every few days, and they are from relatively well-off families.
At the same time, the prices of many things on the street have also increased, even to an outrageous level.
Including vegetables, ordinary people can hardly afford to eat them, and the rotten and bad vegetable leaves that no one wants on weekdays have become something that everyone is scrambling for.
In addition, the people on the street are no longer as happy and cheerful as before. They all have sad brows, sallow complexions, and listless expressions. The popularity is much lower than before.
At the same time, Song Qianning also found that there were many more beggars on the streets.
These beggars all looked skin and bones. Some were lying on the ground, some were leaning against the wall, breathing more in than out, and begging passers-by.
Walking on the street, Song Qianning's brows gradually furrowed.
Before the tax increase, there were not many beggars on the streets, but recently there seem to be more and more beggars on the streets.
Moreover, beggars in the past were at most thin in appearance, but not like they are today, where they are so skinny that their bones are visible, and some are so miserable that they don’t even look like human beings.
"Girl, please have pity on me. I haven't eaten for almost three days."
An old man was slumped against the wall, his voice extremely weak, looking at Song Qianning with a pleading look on his face.
Song Qianning stopped and took out a few copper coins and put them in the other person's bowl.
The old man was so excited that he knelt there with all his strength and kowtowed to Song Qianning: "Thank you, young lady, thank you, young lady."
He quickly helped the old man up and looked around at the beggars in the distance who looked similar to the old man, or even worse off. After hesitating for a moment, Song Qianning asked, "Old man, can I ask you a question?"
"Excuse me, young lady."
“Why are there so many beggars on the streets these days?”
Hearing Song Qianning's words, the old man smiled bitterly, and turbid tears flowed down his cheeks: "It's all because of the tax. To be honest, young lady, I'm from a nearby village. Although my life is not rich, I can still make a living."
"But since the tax increase a few days ago, everything has changed. It's not just me, but everyone in the village has been affected as well. The grain at home isn't enough to pay the taxes, and we have to borrow grain and money to pay the taxes. But now every household is poor, and we can't even borrow money."
"Nowadays, more than half of the people in our village have to beg for food after paying taxes. Some have even starved to death. The family next door to me actually starved to death."
Looking at the wailing old man in front of her, Song Qianning pursed her lips tighter and felt a little uncomfortable.
Before leaving, Song Qianning bought some steamed buns from the stall next to her and left them for the old man.
The old man looked at the steamed bun in his hand, his tears flowing more fiercely, and he kowtowed to Song Qianning's figure continuously, and he refused to stop even when his forehead turned red.
Song Qianning has been in a bad mood because of what she saw on the street today.
After returning to the restaurant, Song Qianning began to prepare things and prepare porridge for the people and beggars.
Whether in heaven or on earth, it was the first time that Song Qianning saw the people in such a miserable state.
She wanted to do her best to do what she could for the people.
The next day, Song Qianning started distributing porridge to the people outside the restaurant.
When people on the street first learned that someone was distributing porridge, they were a little skeptical.
After all, taxes were rising, and everyone was starving. They barely had enough food to eat themselves, so how could they be so kind as to distribute porridge? Until I saw it with my own eyes.
It didn't take long before people in the nearby streets knew that Song Qianning was distributing porridge at the door of the restaurant.
The common people and beggars rushed to the outside of Song Qianning's restaurant with their own bowls.
Soon, a long line formed at Song Qianning's restaurant.
The people in the queue all looked pale and thin, each one thinner than the other, but their eyes were bright and they kept looking up and looking forward.
When the people drank the hot porridge, who had not had a full meal for a long time, were very excited. Many of them shed tears, and some even kowtowed to Song Qianning.
Sobs and expressions of gratitude to Song Qianning continued to be heard from the team.
"Miss Song is a good person."
"Woo woo, my family and I were almost starving to death. Thanks to Miss Song, we were able to have a full meal."
When Song Qianning was giving porridge to the people, Qiuyue stood aside and watched coldly.
When he heard the voices of gratitude from the crowd towards Song Qianning, he sneered inwardly.
It's nothing but hypocrisy. If Song Qianning really felt sorry for the people, why didn't she just give out porridge and do something else?
Believing that Song Qianning was being hypocritical, Qiuyue looked down on her even more.
Song Qianning, who was serving porridge to the people, turned her head and took a look, then retracted her gaze.
As a sensitive fish, Song Qianning had long noticed Qiuyue's dislike for her, but she was just too lazy to pay attention to it.
She handed the porridge in her hand to the person in front of her, then put it behind her and continued to serve porridge to the next person.
…
Through word of mouth among the people, Song Qianning's reputation for giving out porridge spread completely. People could hear people praising her when walking on the street, and more and more people lined up outside the restaurant.
"Get out of the way!" An impatient voice rang out, "Get out of the way, everyone! What are you doing here?"
The people who were queuing up to wait for Song Qianning to give them porridge were startled when they saw the soldiers suddenly appear.
Completely ignoring the people queuing up, the officers and soldiers rudely waved them away, saying impatiently, "You are not allowed to pile up here."
As the officers and soldiers pushed and shoved roughly, the people fell into chaos, and cries of panic and pleas for mercy continued to be heard.
Song Qianning frowned and looked over, just in time to see a child being pushed to the ground and stepped on by the soldiers because he did not react in time.
His face changed, and Song Qianning hurried over in a hurry to help the child up from the ground.
Seeing the injuries on the child, she looked at the officers and soldiers with anger: "What are you doing?!"
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