After a lot of talking, I asked Yang Xuan what happened today, and found out that she wanted to raise a large sum of money to exchange for food and give it to those in need most on Dongli Street.

"Sister Xuan, if you want to do something good, just tell me directly." Jin Ling said, "You don't want to pawn your immortal weapons casually. For immortals, immortal weapons are their second life. Let's do this.

In the name of Jinyuan, we purchased a batch of food, clothing, and medicinal materials, totaling about one hundred gold yuan, and delivered them to the poor people in Dongli Street. This is just the first batch. Let’s see the effect and follow-up situation.

Then decide how to carry out the good deeds in the future.”

"You can ask Gongsun Wei directly from Lingshan Auction House for this money." Jin Ling thought for a moment, "Now Jinyuan's money is under his control, so it is easier to record it in the account."

Yang Xuan was overjoyed: "Young master, you are so kind-hearted! I want to thank you very much on behalf of those poor people!"

Poor people.

I seem to have read in a book that the best attitude towards life is to be poor and live alone, and to be successful and help the world. Jin Ling has not yet reached the level of "reaching", but he is just living better than many people.

It's just better, but it doesn't stop him from "contributing to the world".

What's more, the life he lived more than two years ago and many years ago may not have been better than that of the poor families on Dongli Street.

Three carts pulling ore were parked at the door of the Prairie Auction House. A large amount of rice noodles were packed into ten-pound bags. A total of five hundred bags were loaded on one cart; three hundred quilts, three

Hundreds of cotton-padded clothes were loaded onto another car.

The last car was loaded with three thousand kilograms of charcoal.

Autumn has arrived, the autumn wind is getting cooler, and winter is not far away. The poor need these things most urgently to resist the coming severe winter.

Jinyuan's large-scale purchases made the supply of these types of materials in Lingshan Fairy Township temporarily tight. The prices rose, and some civilians began to complain. After everyone went around to inquire, it turned out that it was the young man who had been in the limelight in Fairy Township recently who was doing this.

The purpose of this matter is to enable the poor people in Dongli Street to spend the upcoming winter safely.

Everyone was in awe, and their complaints about the increase in material prices suddenly became much less intense.

The mayor of Lingshan Fairy Township is called Feng Yuanqin, who is the distant cousin of the village owner Feng Yuandao. The mayor is also a subordinate of the village owner and is in charge of the affairs of the ordinary people in Xianxiang. Jin Ling went on a large-scale purchase of supplies to help the poor people in Dongli Street.

, also reached his ears.

Mr. Feng, the head of the township, was not very happy about this matter. Helping the poor should actually be the responsibility of the township head. He did not do well in this regard, and many people poked his back behind his back.

But the matter on Dongli Street is indeed another headache. This is no longer a problem that can be solved with money and goods alone. What's more, Mayor Feng not only has no money, but also owes a lot of debt.

Where did the money go? Quite simply, most of it was used by the village head's government.

The village head's mansion supports a large number of immortals. The immortals' monthly salary requires money, food and accommodation require money, the purchase and repair of weapons and equipment require money, injuries require money, medicines require money, death benefits require money, and rewards for meritorious deeds also require money.

.The income earned by the immortals outside will be returned to the village head's mansion for expenses, and not a single copper dollar will be allocated to the township chief.

This kind of one-way outflow has always made the township chief's financial expenses stretched thin. Especially recently, several major actions in Xianxiang have been extremely costly.

Township Chief Feng was powerless to do anything about the Dongli Street matter, but he could not prevent others from taking the limelight in this matter. Whoever was secretly obstructing the poverty alleviation would be a public enemy. Therefore, the three vehicles facing Jinyuan

The big car drove into Dongli Street with great fanfare, and the mayor could only secretly feel unhappy.

Three large cars parked at the street corner, and a notice was posted, saying that Jinyuan was helping the poor. As long as they lived on Dongli Street, every household in need could come and receive a quilt, a cotton-padded coat, and ten pounds of rice and noodles.

, fifty pounds of charcoal, and each person with physical illness can receive ten silver dollars for medical treatment.

Not many people came at the beginning. After all, the people in Dongli Street are all very disappointed with the world. Living just to survive is worse than death. It has been many years since any kind-hearted person has done such a thing. They don’t believe it.

, and suddenly a trap fell from the sky. I was afraid that it was not a pie, but a trap.

However, this notice, like a big stone thrown into the sea, still attracted the attention of many people in the street. Everyone gathered not far away, staring at it with pairs of cloudy eyes, watching.

It was the few little beggars who were the closest. After watching for a while, they made up their minds and came forward. They were all orphans, or their family members were seriously ill in bed, and they had nothing to lose or be remembered.

"Sir, do you really want to give me rice, flour, and quilts?" asked the oldest beggar among them. Even though he was the oldest, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Take it!" Tang Xiaoyu threw a quilt. The beggar hurriedly picked it up, but was pressed down by the quilt and fell to the ground. He kept shouting, "What a thick quilt!" He looked at the quilt in disbelief.

Such a high-quality quilt would cost at least more than ten silver dollars if sold in a store.

"Sir, is this really for me?" He couldn't believe it.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want it, don't take it back!" Tang Xiaoyu said.

"Yes! Yes!" the beggar kept saying, and several other beggars also swarmed up, carrying the quilt together like a rare treasure.

"A piece of cotton-padded clothes!" Tang Xiaoyu continued to throw away a thick cotton-padded coat.

"Fifty pounds of white flour!" Liu Kui picked up a bag of white flour and threw it in front of the beggar.

"Fifty pounds of charcoal!" Guo Yugang brought a bag of charcoal.

Seeing these things in front of him, the beggar believed that what people in Jinyuan said was true. He had never seen anyone so generous in helping beggars. How much should these things be worth!

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" He fell to his knees on the ground and knocked his head violently, causing his forehead to bleed instantly from the street.

"Stop knocking!" Tang Xiaoyu looked at him, feeling a little sad in his heart, and asked, "Are you sick? If you are sick, you will be given an extra ten silver dollars for medical treatment!"

"No disease! No disease!" The beggar had received a great gift and did not want to take advantage of it. He waved his hand and called his friends to come and move things.

"Next!" Tang Xiaoyu pointed at another beggar, "You! Come here!"

"Sir, the six of us have been begging together, just like a family. Didn't your notice say that one family can only receive one share? We have enough, and there are still many people in need of help on the street!" said the beggar.

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The others nodded in agreement.

Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity? Tang Xiaoyu was stunned. When did today's beggars become so courageous?

"Very good, let them alone." Jin Ling could see clearly from the side and lowered his voice, "These beggars are pretty good. Let Du Ermao come to them later and help them make a living."

The six beggars registered their names, and then happily carried quilts, cotton clothes, rice, noodles, and charcoal back. Their harvest finally convinced the poor people who were watching that the relief provided by the big shots in front of them was real and generous. So everyone

People started to come forward to register and receive things.

The items on the three carts began to decrease rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The medical money that Yang Xuan had prepared for the sick also began to decrease, and it decreased rapidly.

Although there was less money and goods, Jin Ling's heart was very happy. He had never been so happy. Even when the Vajra Demon Ape sold thousands of gold yuan, he was not as happy as he is now.

It was strange. He thought in confusion that money could be spent so happily, even more happily than making money.
Chapter completed!