k to tell his wife about the situation in Lishui Town.It was indeed much better than Black Earth Town, including the villages at its foot.Fang Jia's people kept guarding the door. Zong Yu had no choic...The ancestral hall environment was poor, even though she had instructed the villagers to sweep it every day. It was inevitable that there would be a smell with so many people hiding in such a small space.

There are bandits passing through this area from time to time. The surviving villagers dare not go home, preferring to huddle in this dirty and run-down ancestral hall. This is the only way they feel safe.

"Young Master Fu, there are countless villages like West Prefecture."

Fu Ming's expression visibly grew solemn.

"Did you intentionally let me see these"

Fang Jinshi smiled. This young master was indeed smarter than he appeared on the surface.

Who hasn't got a mask yet.

"Master Fu is truly intelligent, as always, you see right through him."

Fu Ming was a bit troubled, "I can only move the food I bought. It's all piled up in your small courtyard."

"I can do no more."

Every county government strictly controlled grain supplies, and even major grain stores wouldn't easily sell large quantities of grain to a stranger.

Fang Jinshi was a little disappointed.

Did she guess Fu Ming's identity wrong

"It's alright, Young Master Fu being able to bring so much grain is already very good. The people of Xizhou will be grateful for you."

Fu Ming waved his hand, and then his face remained grim.

Looking at the destitute village, with children shivering in threadbare clothes, he couldn't describe what was going on in his heart.

This is the plight of the common people in Xizhou, isn't it

Fang Jinshi only brought the person over and then went busy taking care of those several seriously ill villagers.

Even though he wasn't paying attention, Fu Ming didn't mind. He stood there for a long time, watching. A little kid playing around bumped into him.

A gray palm print stood out starkly against the pristine white cloak.

Shen Li hurried forward to take the child away, but Fu Ming stopped him.

"Get down."

The noble and handsome young master bent down, his face adorned with a tenderness never seen before.

The child's mother rushed over and hugged her child tightly, kneeling in the snow and kowtowing incessantly to Fu Ming.

"Please forgive me, young master! Please spare my life. My child is still young, he didn't mean to stain your clothes."

"Please forgive me, sir."

Both the mother and child were shaking from the cold, they only had a thin long coat each. It looked quite new, probably brought by Fang Jinshu, right

"It's too cold kneeling in the snow, get up. Take the child back inside and keep him from running out."

The mother and son saw that the young master's clothes were soiled, but instead of getting angry, they smiled and let them up. The woman stood up uncertainly, picked up the child, and was about to leave.

Fu Ming called out again from behind, "Wait."

The woman trembled all over and was about to kneel again.

Fu Ming untied his cloak and handed it to the mother and child.

"Don't kneel, here you go."

"Take it to keep warm, it's dirty anyway."

Fang Jinxiu shook her head helplessly. The young master wasn't a bad person, he just lacked experience.

The woman hesitated and didn't dare to take it, subconsciously looking towards Fang Jinshi.

"Wǎnniáng, you hold the child and go back first."

The woman hurriedly nodded and ran away. That cloak didn't look like an ordinary item; she wouldn't dare take it.

"Master Fu, perhaps you should take your cloak back. How could she possibly accept this from you"

Fu Ming was puzzled, "This thick cloak would be perfect for keeping warm, wouldn't it It's just a piece of clothing. Why wouldn't you accept it"

A common piece of clothing in the eyes of a wealthy young master, if exchanged for silver, could probably buy everyone in this village a thick cotton coat.

"Here are people starving and freezing. You only gave Wan Niang some clothes. After you leave, do you think those orphans and widows will be able to keep them"

You might even suffer an undeserved calamity because of this dress of yours.

Fu Ming was stunned for a moment, then understood Fang Jinxiu's meaning. His ears felt hot with shame.

"It was my oversight."

"Unexpectedly, Fang Jinshu is a woman, yet her mind is so meticulous and thoughtful. Fu Ming hurriedly asked."

"Then what should I do"

Fang Jinshu sighed, "This cloak should be worth a bit of silver."

"As I said before, if Young Master Fu is truly willing, he could lend a helping hand to the people here. Do whatever you see fit."

Sometimes, you don't need to be too explicit. Judging by Fu Ming's demeanor, her trap must be almost ready.

She and Aoyu are ultimately limited in power. The number of people they can help is also limited. Pulling one person down isn't a bad thing either.o every day is to read She always says that the characters in these books are written with too many strokes, making her head hurt.Actually, she's just too lazy to look at traditional Chinese character...