Looking at the elderly grandfather next to him, the man guessed that he was the elder of the clan.
The village chief was away, so Shanhe could only stand up and say, "We are from Taohua Village and we are here to donate money to build the road."
"What! Your village wants donations? How much can you give?"
Shanhe waved his hands and said, "Well, how much money can we have? Even a penny is a donation, so just do your best!
And one penny per person isn't much, but if everyone in our village gets one penny, it becomes a lot."
The onlookers suddenly realized that, yes, the money donated by one person was too little, but if the whole village contributed together, it would be a lot.
Everyone was interested, so Shanhe explained the village's donation in detail.
Including paper bags for anonymous donations to prevent people from comparing with each other.
Of course, Shanhe did not forget to pull Nanxing out at the end and said proudly that all this was thought up by Nanxing. He has a very smart head!
At this time, someone in the crowd recognized that this was the owner of the hot pot restaurant!
"This is the village of the owner of the Mozhu Hotpot restaurant!"
"Look, the Xuanyuan County Magistrate has come out!"
Su Nanxing looked over and saw Xuanyuan County Magistrate and the village chief coming over together.
The county magistrate greeted everyone and then told them about the donation to Taohua Village.
He also said that he would write the name of Taohua Village on the monument of merit.
He also said that if other villages also donate, no matter how much, the village name will be written on it.
The county magistrate did not say how much Taohua Village donated, so when others asked, the people of Taohua Village only said that only the village chief knew the specific amount.
Finally, the county magistrate also said that he would reward Taohua Village with a calligraphy and painting, and would also stamp the county government's seal on it.
Although this thing is not valuable, it is an honor!
The village elders were very excited and decided to put it in the ancestral hall when they returned.
The news of Taohua Village's donation quickly spread throughout the county.
The people did not expect that donating money, something only wealthy businessmen could do, would have anything to do with them.
Many people began to look for the village chief, city dwellers, and their own clan elders.
Everyone also wants to contribute to road construction.
After all, the benefits of cement are obvious to all.
Who wouldn’t envy the clean and beautiful roads in Taohua Village!
Many people also wondered if everyone could donate some money and build concrete roads into the main roads in the city.
The city became lively, and the depressing atmosphere brought about by the war and rising food prices was swept away.
The villages around the county town received the news a day later.
But he also acted quickly. Even if his own name couldn't be on the monument of merit, the village's name must be on it.
Because the county magistrate did not disclose the donation amount of Taohua Village, nor did he require a certain amount of money to have his name on the list.
So when the village chief organized everyone to donate, he did not force them.
For the sake of peace in the village, they also used the method of Taohua Village, asking people to put the money in a cloth bag and secretly hand it over to the village chief.
Soon, donations from the villages were submitted to the county government.
Although the county magistrate did not show up this time, the legal advisor beside the county magistrate did.
The lawyer personally sent the village chief out and promised to write the village name on the monument of merit.
Then, many village heads came one after another.
The amount of money they brought varied, and then there were the elders in the city.
When the time comes to write on the monument of merit, we will also write about the Wang family of Nanqing City.
And those who have no family, such as beggars and refugees.
Some of them also wanted to contribute, after all, they still had a few cents.
There was only one of them, and they didn't know whether the county government would accept it.
I don't expect to be listed on the monument of merit, just contributing a little.
When the time comes, when you step on the cement road, you can also say to your children, your father also paid for it!
Soon, several families in the city gathered together to donate money, and then asked the officials from the county government to deliver it to the county magistrate.
When the lawyer learned about it, he immediately told the county magistrate.
The county magistrate did not expect that the people were quite willing to donate money.
I know that everyone is still afraid and the county government will not accept donations of a few cents.
Xuanyuan County Magistrate said that one penny is also good, of course he doesn’t mind it!
Soon, the county issued a notice, and a person sat in front of the county government office.
Although donations made by a single person or a group of people will not be recorded in the monument, they will be recorded in the county annals for future generations to know.
Even if you donate a penny, your name will be recorded.
There were many people watching at the gate of the county government office. Everyone was afraid that their donation was too little and would be disliked.
Everyone is waiting for the first person to eat crabs.
What I didn’t expect was that the first person to go up was actually a beggar.
The beggar held a broken bowl in one hand and a branch used as a crutch in the other.
"Is it possible to donate even a penny and have my name written down?"
The people who came to record were students from a nearby academy.
The master had already told me that no matter how much money was donated, it had to be recorded and I had to be nice to it.
Of course, if the other party doesn’t say how much money they donated, don’t ask. Just ask them to put it in the wooden box.
The scholar nodded and said, "You don't need to tell me how much you donated. Just put it in the box next to it and tell me the name."
There was a wooden box next to it, with a hand-sized hole in the center of the top layer.
The beggar felt the dozen or so coins in his arms, took out a coin, held it in his hand, and then put it into the wooden box.
Then he looked at the scholar, but saw that the scholar did not ask how much he had donated.
The beggar tentatively said his name, "Yang Dashu."
Then the scholar wrote three words on a piece of white paper.
Although the beggar didn't recognize it, he knew that it was his own name.
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