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Chu Chuyan stayed in the house, and together with Chu Chusheng prepared for the banquet on the eighth day of the lunar new year.
Mo Siyu didn't go to the Lord's residence first. Instead, he asked the guards to drive him to the cave where the victims lived. He was relieved to see the porridge shed built around him and the neat piles of wood piled up near the cave entrance.
In the morning, it was time to share food with the victims. These people lined up in an orderly manner, holding bowls with large and small ones, and receiving coarse cereals porridge and Wowotou from the guards.
Mo Siyu slowly walked up to these people and looked at the thick coarse grain porridge in the bowl. He felt a little more comfort.
Seeing Mo Siyu, the guard asked, "what can I do for you, young master?"
Looking up and down at Mo Siyu, he said, "we are a shelter for poor people. It's not suitable for you, young master, who are well dressed."
Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "I just came to have a look. I don't know what happened to these people?"
Another guard recognized Mo Siyu: "is this doctor Yu Yu who went to our Lord's mansion last time?
Thanks to Mr. Yu, these poor people have enough to eat and survive the winter. Without Mr. Yu, they don't know where they will be. "
As soon as I heard that Mo Siyu was Mr. Yu who had donated money for these people, all the people who were gnawing at Wowotou came and surrounded Mo Siyu with gratitude.
However, not everyone is grateful.
Among them, several young but ragged middle-aged men struggled to push away the crowd and held the skinny little child in front of Mo Siyu. "Mr. Yu, you are the one who will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the West. Can you give us some more money to buy some clothes and delicious food for the children?
This new year's day, other children are happy to have sugar to eat, new clothes to wear, our children have nothing.
I can only eat some Wowotou and coarse cereals porridge every day. It's really pitiful. "
As soon as these people finished speaking, the surrounding noisy crowd fell into a dead silence.
Mo Siyu didn't say a word, but he just looked up and down at the middle-aged men.
The middle-aged men pushed their timid and dirty children to Mo Siyu again, "please give us some money for our children's sake.
I heard that you would collect thousands of taels of gold for a visit to a rich family. This is money that people like us can't see for a lifetime.
For you, our request is nothing at all....
the porridge guard couldn't see it. He twisted a tree stick to drive the crowd away: "go, it's too cold outside, go to the cave."
He also scolded the middle-aged men: "Mr. Yu has already taken out all the money to buy food for you. You should be content. If Mr. Yu hadn't been kind-hearted, you would have starved to death.
Where did you come from to ask Mr. Yu to raise children for you? "
The middle-aged man winced at the guards. He seemed to be afraid. He moved to Mo Siyu's side and said in a low voice: "isn't Mr. Yu kind-hearted? At the beginning, Yu's reputation in our moon city was not very good...
just because he helped us, he won a good reputation.
If you give generously again, we victims will be more grateful to you.
When the flowers bloom next year, Master Yu will become the living Bodhisattva of the poor people in Yuecheng....
Mo Siyu looks at these people and listens to what they say silently. He can't help laughing: "ha
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Chu Chuyan stayed in the house, and together with Chu Chusheng prepared for the banquet on the eighth day of the lunar new year.
Mo Siyu didn't go to the Lord's residence first. Instead, he asked the guards to drive him to the cave where the victims lived. He was relieved to see the porridge shed built around him and the neat piles of wood piled up near the cave entrance.
In the morning, it was time to share food with the victims. These people lined up in an orderly manner, holding bowls with large and small ones, and receiving coarse cereals porridge and Wowotou from the guards.
Mo Siyu slowly walked up to these people and looked at the thick coarse grain porridge in the bowl. He felt a little more comfort.
Seeing Mo Siyu, the guard asked, "what can I do for you, young master?"
Looking up and down at Mo Siyu, he said, "we are a shelter for poor people. It's not suitable for you, young master, who are well dressed."
Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "I just came to have a look. I don't know what happened to these people?"
Another guard recognized Mo Siyu: "is this doctor Yu Yu who went to our Lord's mansion last time?
Thanks to Mr. Yu, these poor people have enough to eat and survive the winter. Without Mr. Yu, they don't know where they will be. "
As soon as I heard that Mo Siyu was Mr. Yu who had donated money for these people, all the people who were gnawing at Wowotou came and surrounded Mo Siyu with gratitude.
However, not everyone is grateful.
Among them, several young but ragged middle-aged men struggled to push away the crowd and held the skinny little child in front of Mo Siyu. "Mr. Yu, you are the one who will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the West. Can you give us some more money to buy some clothes and delicious food for the children?
This new year's day, other children are happy to have sugar to eat, new clothes to wear, our children have nothing.
I can only eat some Wowotou and coarse cereals porridge every day. It's really pitiful. "
As soon as these people finished speaking, the surrounding noisy crowd fell into a dead silence.
Mo Siyu didn't say a word, but he just looked up and down at the middle-aged men.
The middle-aged men pushed their timid and dirty children to Mo Siyu again, "please give us some money for our children's sake.
I heard that you would collect thousands of taels of gold for a visit to a rich family. This is money that people like us can't see for a lifetime.
For you, our request is nothing at all....
the porridge guard couldn't see it. He twisted a tree stick to drive the crowd away: "go, it's too cold outside, go to the cave."
He also scolded the middle-aged men: "Mr. Yu has already taken out all the money to buy food for you. You should be content. If Mr. Yu hadn't been kind-hearted, you would have starved to death.
Where did you come from to ask Mr. Yu to raise children for you? "
The middle-aged man winced at the guards. He seemed to be afraid. He moved to Mo Siyu's side and said in a low voice: "isn't Mr. Yu kind-hearted? At the beginning, Yu's reputation in our moon city was not very good...
just because he helped us, he won a good reputation.
If you give generously again, we victims will be more grateful to you.
When the flowers bloom next year, Master Yu will become the living Bodhisattva of the poor people in Yuecheng....
Mo Siyu looks at these people and listens to what they say silently. He can't help laughing: "ha
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Chu Chuyan stayed in the house, and together with Chu Chusheng prepared for the banquet on the eighth day of the lunar new year. Mo Siyu didn't go to the Lord's residence first. Instead, he asked the guards to drive him to the cave where the victims lived. He was relieved to see the porridge shed built around him and the neat piles of wood piled up near the cave entrance. In the morning, it was time to share food with the victims. These people lined up in an orderly manner, holding bowls with large and small ones, and receiving coarse cereals porridge and Wowotou from the guards. Mo Siyu slowly walked up to these people and looked at the thick coarse grain porridge in the bowl. He felt a little more comfort. Seeing Mo Siyu, the guard asked, "what can I do for you, young master?" Looking up and down at Mo Siyu, he said, "we are a shelter for poor people. It's not suitable for you, young master, who are well dressed." Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "I just came to have a look. I don't know what happened to these people?" Another guard recognized Mo Siyu: "is this doctor Yu Yu who went to our Lord's mansion last time? Thanks to Mr. Yu, these poor people have enough to eat and survive the winter. Without Mr. Yu, they don't know where they will be. " As soon as I heard that Mo Siyu was Mr. Yu who had donated money for these people, all the people who were gnawing at Wowotou came and surrounded Mo Siyu with gratitude. However, not everyone is grateful. Among them, several young but ragged middle-aged men struggled to push away the crowd and held the skinny little child in front of Mo Siyu. "Mr. Yu, you are the one who will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the West. Can you give us some more money to buy some clothes and delicious food for the children? This new year's day, other children are happy to have sugar to eat, new clothes to wear, our children have nothing. I can only eat some Wowotou and coarse cereals porridge every day. It's really pitiful. " As soon as these people finished speaking, the surrounding noisy crowd fell into a dead silence. Mo Siyu didn't say a word, but he just looked up and down at the middle-aged men. The middle-aged men pushed their timid and dirty children to Mo Siyu again, "please give us some money for our children's sake. I heard that you would collect thousands of taels of gold for a visit to a rich family. This is money that people like us can't see for a lifetime. For you, our request is nothing at all.... the porridge guard couldn't see it. He twisted a tree stick to drive the crowd away: "go, it's too cold outside, go to the cave." He also scolded the middle-aged men: "Mr. Yu has already taken out all the money to buy food for you. You should be content. If Mr. Yu hadn't been kind-hearted, you would have starved to death. Where did you come from to ask Mr. Yu to raise children for you? " The middle-aged man winced at the guards. He seemed to be afraid. He moved to Mo Siyu's side and said in a low voice: "isn't Mr. Yu kind-hearted? At the beginning, Yu's reputation in our moon city was not very good... just because he helped us, he won a good reputation. If you give generously again, we victims will be more grateful to you. When the flowers bloom next year, Master Yu will become the living Bodhisattva of the poor people in Yuecheng.... Mo Siyu looks at these people and listens to what they say silently. He can't help laughing: "ha www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
