Excessive kindness is essentially cruel!
Giving money to beggars as Yang Ying just thought was actually a very irrational method. The best option would be to change the money into porridge and distribute it to them in batches.
"Well, maybe you are right, Sister Ruolan. When my father was still alive, he used to give out porridge at the doorstep. However, the beggars in the capital did not think highly of the porridge my father gave out. Many people even looked down on it, disdaining my father for being stingy."
Yang Ying'er recalled some things in the past and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Her father Yang Xun had done a lot of good things when he was alive, but not every good thing was rewarded.
"The capital is relatively wealthy, with many rich people there. Some people are kindhearted and give money to beggars when they see them. Over time, the beggars have become picky and only care about money, not food."
Chen Xuan slowly began to explain.
To put it simply, the beggars in the capital have been spoiled, and they even complain that the food is rotten when they beg for food.
After finding out the address of a blacksmith shop, they continued walking deeper into the city.
Gradually, they saw someone pushing a cart and checking around the beggars.
The cart was piled with the bodies of some beggars, some of which were already smelly and had flies crawling on them.
The people pushing the cart specifically stared at the beggars who were lying motionless on the ground. Some of the beggars were so hungry that they had no strength to move and didn't want to move at all. Some were terminally ill but still had a breath left. Some were really dead and their bodies were stiff.
The cart pusher lifted the bodies one by one onto the cart and dragged them away.
As long as those who are still breathing are not dead, these people pushing the carts will not care about them. They will wait until the next day to check on them. If they are still not dead, they still will not care about them. If they are dead, they will be directly loaded onto the carts and dragged away to the wilderness. There is not even a mat. They will just dump them on the ground. This is a mass grave. They won't even dig a pit for you.
This reminded Chen Xuan of what happened yesterday at the Chen Mansion. No matter how Chen Kun targeted Chen Xuan, at least he managed to look good on the surface. He ate delicious food and drank fine wine.
"The rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets."
Chen Xuan shook his head slowly and couldn't help but sigh.
For many poems, it is difficult to appreciate their artistic conception unless you are there in person.
Only when you experience it yourself will you understand its meaning.
"My husband, can you write poetry?"
Xu Ruolan looked at Chen Xuan with some surprise.
"I know a little bit." Chen Xuan said casually.
"Liu Yiyi, Li Xuanxuan and other girls from Jiangnan really like talented men. Husband, you can write a few good poems for them to make them happy. Maybe once they are happy, they will be willing to bear children for you."
Xu Ruolan chuckled.
Chen Xuan felt embarrassed. This woman couldn't stop talking about giving birth to children.
However, what she said was not without reason. Perhaps he could compose poems and compose essays to please Liu Yiyi and the others.
It just so happens that their favorability levels are just a few points away from reaching thirty points.
Once you break through thirty points, you will be able to receive system rewards!
If you are lucky enough to get a critical hit, take off directly!
Soon, they finally arrived at the blacksmith shop.
Several strong men were hammering away at the iron.
Among them, there was an old man lying on a rattan chair in the blacksmith shop, smoking opium, looking relaxed and comfortable, with a boy next to him fanning him with a palm-leaf fan.
As soon as Chen Xuan saw him, he knew that the old man was the owner of the blacksmith shop and walked straight over to him.
"Little old man, shoot a silver spear."
"I'm not free today. Young Master Liao from the Liao family has asked me to make ten swords. Don't you see that my disciples are all busy? If you want to make a silver spear, come back in a few days!"
The old man didn't even raise his eyelids and just drove the person away.
Chen Xuan smiled immediately. He had specifically inquired about this blacksmith shop. Everyone said that the technology here was the best, so he came here in person.
But you got a cold shoulder right after you came in? They didn't want you to call them?
Chen Xuan directly placed ten taels of silver on the table. The silver made a thumping sound, and Chen Xuan also said, "Are you sure?"
When the old man heard the heavy sound of silver hitting the table, he opened his eyes slightly. After seeing the whole ingot of silver, the muscles on his face twitched.
Generally speaking, it only costs a few dozen copper coins to forge a weapon, but if you are generous, you may spend a few hundred copper coins.
One thousand copper coins strung together make up a string of copper coins, and one string of copper coins is equal to one tael of silver.
In other words, even if you meet a generous person who gives you a few hundred copper coins to make a weapon, it would not be enough for one or two taels of silver.
As soon as Chen Xuan came up, he gave him a ten-liang silver ingot, just like a nouveau riche, he started spending money.
However, the old man looked very dignified. After taking his eyes off the silver, he said with a straight face:
"I have already said that I have to make weapons for Mr. Liao today. My disciples and grandchildren don't have time. If you want to shoot guns, come back tomorrow."
This is a relief. Just now he said he would come back in a few days, but now he says he would come back tomorrow. It seems that the money did have an effect, but the effect is not great, which means that the money is not enough.
Chen Xuan smiled and said, "This is just a deposit."
The old man's eyes, which had just been closed, opened instantly!
Chen Xuan looked at him and smiled slightly: "I heard that the old gentleman has first-class blacksmithing skills, so I came to visit him specially and asked him to make a handy silver spear for my sister."
"Forging a weapon for this little girl?" The old man glanced at Yang Ying'er and sneered, "Why don't you stay at home and prepare to get married instead of learning how to use a gun like a man?"
When Yang Yinger heard this, she immediately said angrily, "Old man, stop looking down on people! What's wrong with girls? Are girls worse than men?"
"Hey, can't you say anything to the little girl? You have a hot temper. I, an old man, really won't shoot with this gun." The old man snorted, very individual.
Yang Ying'er immediately got angry and said, "If you don't want to fight, then don't fight. Who cares about you? Yours is not the only blacksmith shop in the whole Barbarian City."
But before she could open her mouth, Chen Xuan raised his hand to signal her not to speak.
The next moment, the old man with his eyes closed heard another bang.
It was still the familiar heavy sound of silver coins hitting the table.
But this time the old man did not open his eyes. After all, he had just said that he would not use weapons. If he opened his eyes at this time, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing?
Seeing this, Chen Xuan was not in a hurry.
Generally speaking, capable people tend to have eccentric tempers.
He slowly smiled and said, "It's still ten taels."
The old man didn't move.
Chen Xuan continued: "Gold."
"What did you say?!"
The old man's eyes widened instantly!
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