Looking at Changxian, Huang Laosi smiled kindly and said: "Xian'er, although you are King Langya, you are still young. You have nearly ten thousand yuan of wealth. Father, please report it to you first and keep it for safekeeping."

Changxian was stunned.

Since Yuan Day, Huang Laosi has never called him "Xian'er" again.

Chen Yan knew his fourth brother very well, so he explained softly: "King Langya gave the 8,400 strings to Tao Ruolin, the eldest daughter of the Tao family, to help the victims."

This time it was Huang Laosi's turn to be dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time: "Not a penny left?"

"Not a penny left."

Huang Laosi's eyes were round and round, and then he pointed at Changxian and cursed loudly: "You have been doing nothing all day long, and you are treated like a fool when you leave the palace. You bastard, get out of here, don't bother me anymore."

Chang Xian was used to it, and he didn't have to worry about other things, but there was one thing that he had to make clear.

"Father, now that the audit of the accounts is critical, we have to provide relief to the victims. If you don't let me leave the palace tomorrow, I..."

"Are you deaf? If I don't let you leave the palace tomorrow morning, I won't let you leave the palace tomorrow morning!"

"But Master Chu still has a few mansions that are not ready for display. I have made an appointment with my son to go there tomorrow night."

Huang Laosi's expression froze, without any hesitation: "You are not allowed to go in the morning, you can only go at noon, get out!"

Changxian gave a salute and stepped back out. As he crossed the threshold, he heard his father's heartbroken cry from behind him.

"My eight thousand four hundred guan, his mother's eight thousand four hundred guan!"

As soon as Changxian left, Huang Laosi wanted to cry, just like Chu Qing's expression when he was suddenly struck by lightning after winning the second prize in the lottery.

Looking at Chen Yan, Huang Laosi's face turned red: "Old Jiu, tell me... can those homeless people in the south of the city spend so much money? Thirty thousand guan, nearly 30,000 guan."

Chen Yan asked angrily: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

"I think 20,300 strings are enough."

Chen Yan was stunned.

You did the calculation really quickly. Twenty-three hundred guan, isn't it exactly 70% of the 29,000 guan? If you combine it, it will be an extra 30% of Changxian's.

"Brother, the refugees are so miserable that it makes anyone who sees them sad. They can't even get a meal of porridge or water."

"Oh, I have been losing weight recently, and I eat more pickles."

"Brother Imperial, these are your subjects."

Huang Laosi smiled awkwardly: "I was just joking. I am the king of a country, how could I do something like this?"

Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Laosi: "I think twenty-five thousand guans should be enough."

Chen Yan: “…”

Huang Laosi asked tentatively: "Twenty-six thousand should be enough, right?"
Chapter completed!