Wan Xin nodded solemnly and added, "In that case, I will also take out some money to help distribute porridge with you, sir, as a way to help the people of the southern district."
"Then I thank you on behalf of the people in the South District."
"Lord Tang, you're too kind. This is what the Wan family should do. In that case, I won't bother you any longer. I'll go back and make preparations now."
"Thanks a lot."
The next morning, even though there was no morning court session, Tang Huan still got up very early.
He led Li Daikui and Qin Yu away from the mansion. When the three of them arrived at the South District, they saw a group of people setting up two large pots nearby.
Many people were busy around the pot.
Wan Xin had been waiting there for a while, and immediately went up to greet Tang Huan when she saw her arrive.
But Tang Huan's attention remained focused on the people nearby.
Those were the beggars I had seen yesterday. They were looking at the two large pots from afar, wanting to get closer but not daring to.
As time went on, more and more people gathered around.
Inside the inn, Xiaoqi slept a rare, peaceful sleep.
Yesterday he had a thorough cleaning from head to toe, and he looked completely refreshed.
The innkeeper also sent over a new set of clothes, which Xiaoqi knew was because of the Poet Immortal.
He quietly went downstairs, not wanting to disturb the other guests.
The Poet Immortal booked a room, but Xiao Qi didn't know how long he could stay, so he planned to leave today.
Of course, before leaving, I couldn't forget the leftovers from yesterday. Even though I asked the innkeeper to heat some up for dinner, there was still a lot left, enough to eat for many days.
As soon as I went downstairs, I heard two shop assistants chatting idly behind the counter.
Xiaoqi overheard some news from them: "The Poet Immortal has distributed porridge!"
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