Chapter 283: Is the porridge we drink the rice you gave us?
After Vice General Wu finished speaking, Lord Zhao, who was a step behind, quickly stepped forward and said, "Vice General Wu is right."
Lord Zhao was also very familiar with Sang Zhixia. He echoed the words and turned to look at Sang Zhixia and smiled, "Since Master Sang is interested in this place, why didn't you send someone to the City Guard House to tell me earlier?"
"Even if it was just a casual mention, I would have already drawn up the deed to Mo Ding Mountain at the City Guard House and affixed the official seal, so I wouldn't have to deal with this trouble today."
Anyway, these things have no owner. No matter what rare treasures grow in the mountains, once they fall into the hands of Lord Zhao, he can deal with them according to the applicable laws.
Sang Zhixia had plenty of money, so buying a mountain was just a piece of cake for her.
Selling a barren mountain that the government could not profit from for a good price, and repaying Sang Zhixia a favor in the process, this was a rare opportunity for Lord Zhao.
I couldn't ask for more.
The villagers of Heiya Village might not be able to tell where Sang Zhixia came from, but they recognized the shining official robes of Lord Zhao and could understand what he said.
Hearing Lord Zhao say that he wanted to sell Mo Ding Mountain, the village chief, whose face had already turned pale with fear, said anxiously: "No!"
“That’s from our village…”
"Since you said it belongs to your village, where is the land deed?"
Lord Zhao ignored the bloodstains on his arm and said unhappily, "Without official records or land deeds, how can it be considered yours?"
The people of Heiya Village took advantage of the geographical location and gained countless benefits from the black tea picked from the mountains.
The past can be ignored, but the future cannot.
Lord Zhao said coldly, "I am also following the rules of the court and have not shown any favoritism."
"If anyone in your village also wants to buy Mo Ding Mountain, you can just bring out the silver and have the deed deed signed. I can seal and break the deed for you right now!"
"I……"
"We didn't spend any money before. Mo Ding Mountain has belonged to our village for many years! Why should this woman buy it as soon as she comes?!"
"presumptuous!"
Lin Yun moved as fast as lightning and slapped the man in the face, knocking him to the ground and scolding him, "Who gave you the courage to be so offensive!"
"If you dare to say something disrespectful again, I'll pull out your tongue!"
There were countless people with resentment in their hearts but they dared not speak out. Seeing this, Sang Zhixia could only sigh helplessly.
Sang Zhixia said, "Master Zhao, I have no choice but to trouble you to come here today."
"But you've seen the situation here. I..."
Sang Zhixia laughed bitterly and shook her head, saying, "If I hadn't really had no other options, I wouldn't want to cause such a big fuss."
From the moment blood was seen, sweet talk was no longer effective.
Since you don’t want to talk, let’s see who has the bigger fist.
Anyway, when a punch is thrown, she knows who is hurt, so she doesn't care.
Because of the favor of borrowing grain during the famine, and the good relationship between Sang Zhixia and Chen Nianhe, Lord Zhao knew clearly whose side he should stand on at this time.
What's more, Song Liu had already explained the whole story on the way here, so Sang Zhixia didn't lose out in this matter.
Lord Zhao, very understanding of the ways of the world, asked a few questions about Xie An and Chen Feng's injuries. When he learned that they fell off the cliff because the village chief had ordered someone to cut their ropes, he was so angry that his beard stood up and his face turned blue: "Lawless!"
"This is simply lawless!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Sang. I will definitely apprehend the murderer who cut the rope and injured someone and give them both an explanation!"
Sang Zhixia politely nodded in thanks, "Then I'll trouble you, Lord Zhao."
"Why are you so polite?"
Lord Zhao waved his hand and said, "If the Sang family hadn't opened their granaries and released grain, there would have been countless more starving people in North City alone. Today, I am only punishing some unruly people and giving justice to the Sang family. I don't deserve this thank you."
Sang Zhixia smiled but said nothing.
Some people nearby suddenly stopped when they heard the sound and subconsciously looked towards Sang Zhixia.
The shadow of the recent famine still lingers.
Most people who have received porridge relief know that the bowl of porridge they received when they were almost starving to death came from a kind-hearted man named Sang.
However, the kind-hearted people who distributed food and porridge kept a low profile and never showed up in public, so no one could see the true face of the immortal.
The people who survived by eating that bowl of porridge claimed that the kindhearted person was a living bodhisattva and the savior of their family, but...
Surprise, doubt, and other emotions flashed across their eyes. One of the impatient ones finally couldn't help himself and suppressed his fear, whispering, "Did you give us the rice for the porridge we drink?"
Sang Zhixia looked at him without saying anything.
The man swallowed and said, "That...that porridge we distributed every day during the famine, and...and the grain that can be bought now without raising the price after the famine. Did you give all that grain?"
"Did you open the Sanyou Grain Store?"
The person asking the question looked nervous, and Lord Zhao sneered, "What else do you think?!"
"The Sang family was kindhearted and shared their profits with the people. They provided grain during the famine, and after the famine, considering the shortage of food and the lack of rice at home, they sold all kinds of grain in the granary at the lowest price."
"She was worried that some people wouldn't be able to afford the food because of the high prices, and that another farce of people starving to death would happen. But what are you people who have enough to eat doing?!"
"Are you worthy of the bowl of porridge you drank every day during the famine?! Sang Dongjia saved all of your lives! This is how you repay her!"
Lord Zhao is truly devoted to the people, otherwise he would not have dared to challenge Chen Nianhe.
But he was really heartbroken at this moment.
He knew better than most people present what the food that Sang Zhixia had given him meant.
If it weren't for that bowl of rice porridge to save my life, why would I be fighting for the ink tea now?
No matter how expensive that light tea is, can it be more expensive than human life?
When you really can't survive, nothing is more important than the food in your mouth!
Lord Zhao roared and slammed the ground, like a heavy hammer that appeared out of thin air, hitting everyone's heart hard.
Sanyou Granary is a famous large grain store in the north city.
The grain from Sanyou Granary is still very cheap now.
Perhaps they took into consideration that the famine had just ended and people were not well-off, so anyone who went to the grain store would not go home empty-handed.
If there is really no other way, you can use something as collateral. Once you have money, you can go to the grain store and redeem the mortgaged items intact.
Even though they had nothing to eat, they could still shamelessly beg for mercy from the shopkeeper, and they could survive by doing odd jobs in the granary in exchange for food.
Everyone says that the owner of Sanyou Granary is a living Bodhisattva and a rare good person.
But today, the people who survived by relying on the kindness of Sanyou Granary shattered the words of gratitude they had said countless times with the greatest malice.
For a moment, everyone's face was burning, and they avoided looking at Sang Zhixia's face.
Sang Zhixia's eyes were calm, not noticing the shame and self-blame in their eyes. She spoke slowly and carefully, "There's no need to dwell on the past. I do this only to have a clear conscience, not to seek any reward from anyone."
"In front of so many people today, I just have one question."
"Whose tea tree is that, far away from Mo Ding Mountain, found on a cliff among the barren mountains?"
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