Chapter 2419: 2419
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"There is a shortage of rice, flour, grain and oil. He has been holding the cost price steady, and he did not intend to earn a cent from the people. Near the end of the new year, he opened a warehouse to provide porridge to everyone. The upper authorities did allocate grain, but the heavy snow blocked the land and blocked the waterway, and the grain could not be transported in for a while.
The relief grain you received today was distributed by young master Wenhao from the granary of the he family. " Feng Shaojin raised her hand and pointed to the people who had been pressed on the ground: "a foreigner who can't speak Chinese fluently took the lead in gathering people to make trouble, but he was able to respond to it all at once.
The common people of Yuncheng have come to such an end as they are today. Is it not the invasion of the Oriental that is the culprit? "
There was an uproar in the crowd:
"foreigners, are these foreigners?"
"It's really hateful for the foreigners to get relief food in our team."
"So, except for he Wenhao, his family are all bad."
"How many foreigners have we got into Cloud City? It's all these killers who burn, kill and plunder. Kill them."
"Kill them!"
...
the crowd swarmed towards the arrested people and beat them to death.
The guard helped to finish the last bowl of porridge and disperse the crowd.
Mo Lingwei dipped a few drops of steaming soda water from the lid of the pot, smeared it on he Wenhao's injured forehead, and said in a low voice: "this injury doesn't look like a snowball."
"It was a stone." His eyes were slightly red. "The man-made evils of the he family now have to be borne by the young master. Why?
The young master has never done anything harmful to nature. "
He Wenhao stopped and forbeared: "well, don't talk about it. Those people were just agitated and lost their original intention.
Who hasn't suffered in this world? "
He Wenhao looked at Feng Shaojin on Horseback: "fortunately, the young commander is thoughtful, and the survival of the people has been concerned."
Feng Shaojin turns her head and looks at Mo Lingwei who is rubbing the wound for he Wenhao. There is a flash of displeasure at the bottom of her eyes.
He Wenhao pushed back and said with a smile, "thank you, madam. I'm much better."
Mo Lingwei looked at his wet clothes: "go back to he's house and change into dry clothes, so as not to get sick."
He Wenhao nodded, "OK."
Mo Lingwei turns over and goes away with Feng Shaojin.
He Wenhao was supported by forbearance: "young master, let's go back."
He Wenhao narrowed his eyes until Mo Lingwei's slender figure disappeared in his sight. Then he raised his hand and stroked the forehead that Mo Lingwei had rubbed. He lowered his voice and asked, "do you remember those faces clearly?"
"Remember that." Bear indignation: "snow wrapped in stones, a look is premeditated, each time when porridge, but also these people make the most fierce, want the most, sometimes even to them twice."
He Wenhao gave a cold hum, a smile on the corner of his lips, and a few imperceptible cruelty flashed across his eyes: "a rascal, save food to waste..."
he was surprised: "young master, do you mean to...
" kill it! " He Wenhao closed his eyes, gathered the edge at the bottom of his eyes, and returned to the appearance of being as warm as jade: "we would rather waste the little grain, or feed the animals, than raise the scum that helped the Japanese make trouble."
The man's tone is decisive and sharp, like a sharp knife cutting down on the neck of the enemy.
The snow is flying, the wind is piercing, and the world is vast.
The next day, the people who came to get porridge found that none of the people who like to express their dissatisfaction did come.
The team was in good order, one by one in an orderly long line. After receiving the porridge, they gratefully expressed their thanks to he Wenhao www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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"There is a shortage of rice, flour, grain and oil. He has been holding the cost price steady, and he did not intend to earn a cent from the people. Near the end of the new year, he opened a warehouse to provide porridge to everyone. The upper authorities did allocate grain, but the heavy snow blocked the land and blocked the waterway, and the grain could not be transported in for a while.
The relief grain you received today was distributed by young master Wenhao from the granary of the he family. " Feng Shaojin raised her hand and pointed to the people who had been pressed on the ground: "a foreigner who can't speak Chinese fluently took the lead in gathering people to make trouble, but he was able to respond to it all at once.
The common people of Yuncheng have come to such an end as they are today. Is it not the invasion of the Oriental that is the culprit? "
There was an uproar in the crowd:
"foreigners, are these foreigners?"
"It's really hateful for the foreigners to get relief food in our team."
"So, except for he Wenhao, his family are all bad."
"How many foreigners have we got into Cloud City? It's all these killers who burn, kill and plunder. Kill them."
"Kill them!"
...
the crowd swarmed towards the arrested people and beat them to death.
The guard helped to finish the last bowl of porridge and disperse the crowd.
Mo Lingwei dipped a few drops of steaming soda water from the lid of the pot, smeared it on he Wenhao's injured forehead, and said in a low voice: "this injury doesn't look like a snowball."
"It was a stone." His eyes were slightly red. "The man-made evils of the he family now have to be borne by the young master. Why?
The young master has never done anything harmful to nature. "
He Wenhao stopped and forbeared: "well, don't talk about it. Those people were just agitated and lost their original intention.
Who hasn't suffered in this world? "
He Wenhao looked at Feng Shaojin on Horseback: "fortunately, the young commander is thoughtful, and the survival of the people has been concerned."
Feng Shaojin turns her head and looks at Mo Lingwei who is rubbing the wound for he Wenhao. There is a flash of displeasure at the bottom of her eyes.
He Wenhao pushed back and said with a smile, "thank you, madam. I'm much better."
Mo Lingwei looked at his wet clothes: "go back to he's house and change into dry clothes, so as not to get sick."
He Wenhao nodded, "OK."
Mo Lingwei turns over and goes away with Feng Shaojin.
He Wenhao was supported by forbearance: "young master, let's go back."
He Wenhao narrowed his eyes until Mo Lingwei's slender figure disappeared in his sight. Then he raised his hand and stroked the forehead that Mo Lingwei had rubbed. He lowered his voice and asked, "do you remember those faces clearly?"
"Remember that." Bear indignation: "snow wrapped in stones, a look is premeditated, each time when porridge, but also these people make the most fierce, want the most, sometimes even to them twice."
He Wenhao gave a cold hum, a smile on the corner of his lips, and a few imperceptible cruelty flashed across his eyes: "a rascal, save food to waste..."
he was surprised: "young master, do you mean to...
" kill it! " He Wenhao closed his eyes, gathered the edge at the bottom of his eyes, and returned to the appearance of being as warm as jade: "we would rather waste the little grain, or feed the animals, than raise the scum that helped the Japanese make trouble."
The man's tone is decisive and sharp, like a sharp knife cutting down on the neck of the enemy.
The snow is flying, the wind is piercing, and the world is vast.
The next day, the people who came to get porridge found that none of the people who like to express their dissatisfaction did come.
The team was in good order, one by one in an orderly long line. After receiving the porridge, they gratefully expressed their thanks to he Wenhao www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"There is a shortage of rice, flour, grain and oil. He has been holding the cost price steady, and he did not intend to earn a cent from the people. Near the end of the new year, he opened a warehouse to provide porridge to everyone. The upper authorities did allocate grain, but the heavy snow blocked the land and blocked the waterway, and the grain could not be transported in for a while. The relief grain you received today was distributed by young master Wenhao from the granary of the he family. " Feng Shaojin raised her hand and pointed to the people who had been pressed on the ground: "a foreigner who can't speak Chinese fluently took the lead in gathering people to make trouble, but he was able to respond to it all at once. The common people of Yuncheng have come to such an end as they are today. Is it not the invasion of the Oriental that is the culprit? " There was an uproar in the crowd: "foreigners, are these foreigners?" "It's really hateful for the foreigners to get relief food in our team." "So, except for he Wenhao, his family are all bad." "How many foreigners have we got into Cloud City? It's all these killers who burn, kill and plunder. Kill them." "Kill them!" ... the crowd swarmed towards the arrested people and beat them to death. The guard helped to finish the last bowl of porridge and disperse the crowd. Mo Lingwei dipped a few drops of steaming soda water from the lid of the pot, smeared it on he Wenhao's injured forehead, and said in a low voice: "this injury doesn't look like a snowball." "It was a stone." His eyes were slightly red. "The man-made evils of the he family now have to be borne by the young master. Why? The young master has never done anything harmful to nature. " He Wenhao stopped and forbeared: "well, don't talk about it. Those people were just agitated and lost their original intention. Who hasn't suffered in this world? " He Wenhao looked at Feng Shaojin on Horseback: "fortunately, the young commander is thoughtful, and the survival of the people has been concerned." Feng Shaojin turns her head and looks at Mo Lingwei who is rubbing the wound for he Wenhao. There is a flash of displeasure at the bottom of her eyes. He Wenhao pushed back and said with a smile, "thank you, madam. I'm much better." Mo Lingwei looked at his wet clothes: "go back to he's house and change into dry clothes, so as not to get sick." He Wenhao nodded, "OK." Mo Lingwei turns over and goes away with Feng Shaojin. He Wenhao was supported by forbearance: "young master, let's go back." He Wenhao narrowed his eyes until Mo Lingwei's slender figure disappeared in his sight. Then he raised his hand and stroked the forehead that Mo Lingwei had rubbed. He lowered his voice and asked, "do you remember those faces clearly?" "Remember that." Bear indignation: "snow wrapped in stones, a look is premeditated, each time when porridge, but also these people make the most fierce, want the most, sometimes even to them twice." He Wenhao gave a cold hum, a smile on the corner of his lips, and a few imperceptible cruelty flashed across his eyes: "a rascal, save food to waste..." he was surprised: "young master, do you mean to... " kill it! " He Wenhao closed his eyes, gathered the edge at the bottom of his eyes, and returned to the appearance of being as warm as jade: "we would rather waste the little grain, or feed the animals, than raise the scum that helped the Japanese make trouble." The man's tone is decisive and sharp, like a sharp knife cutting down on the neck of the enemy. The snow is flying, the wind is piercing, and the world is vast. The next day, the people who came to get porridge found that none of the people who like to express their dissatisfaction did come. The team was in good order, one by one in an orderly long line. After receiving the porridge, they gratefully expressed their thanks to he Wenhao www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
