Seeing the hot and thick porridge, and then thinking of the pitifully thin ice porridge in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the refugee couldn't help crying, "Thank you, I'm so grateful. This good man will have a safe life."
"No need to thank you. This is what the King of Jin has told you. However, we have limited food and cannot take care of too many people. We can only open sheds for disaster relief on the National Day, and there are only 300 copies. They will be gone after they are distributed. Please give me more Forgive me."
During the disaster relief period, six times a month.
Shen Ning calculated that it would be no problem to survive this winter.
Let’s just say that this person has good emotional intelligence and his acting skills are better than those of the mythical beast.
Many high-ranking dignitaries are just going through the motions to provide disaster relief, and leave after ten and a half days to gain fame and fortune. But he reduced the quantity and concentrated the essence, spaced out the times, and produced the same food, but the harvest was very different.
For thick porridge and white-flour steamed buns, there is no other restaurant besides Jinwang. This is the so-called gimmick.
Those who got a share were grateful to him, and although they felt unhappy if they didn't get one, the King of Jin was currently fighting the enemy in the north, and he didn't forget to cut off his legs to provide disaster relief. Isn't he a great philanthropist?
Look at the clothes that the broken leg is wearing, and the look on his face shows that life in the palace is not going to be easy.
The King of Jin was stationed in the north all year round and lived a very poor life, unlike other princes who lived in the capital and bought fields and shops privately to do business, making a lot of money and eating fat, but they did not care about the lives of the people.
As for white-flour steamed buns, even the soldiers fighting on the front lines may not be able to eat them.
Three hundred servings is quite a lot, six times a month, and they promise to stick to it until the end of winter.
Some were tearful and broke down on the spot and cried, "Prince Jin is such a good man, I want to marry him!"
"Pull him down, if you are so ugly, can Prince Jin like you?"
"What's the use of being beautiful? Look at the former princess of the Jin Dynasty. She was divorced because she stole talents from outside."
"It's just that there is no good person in the Shen family. Both sisters like to steal people. The men are dirty. They give out ice slag porridge and black-faced steamed buns for disaster relief. They don't treat us as human beings at all. That one called Shen Hengzhi is really disgusting. It's better to let him go Hack people to death!”
"Did you see the faces of the Shen family yesterday? The prime minister's wife can't even educate her children well, let alone nothing. She wears gold and silver when she comes in and out, her nostrils are turned up to the sky, and she has such a mean look. No wonder the children are dead and crippled. Just wait and see, something will happen again..."
Shen Ning, who was watching the show in the corner, "..." I really appreciate it!
Three hundred disaster relief packages were distributed quickly.
There are still many refugees who have not received it, and they are hungry and unwilling to leave, "Is there any more? We haven't eaten in several days, and you only distributed three hundred servings, which is too little."
"I'm really sorry. The three hundred copies were already provided by our Prince Jin's Mansion to the best of our ability."
Pang Desong looked sad and guilty, and bowed deeply to the refugees and apologized, "Everyone, I'm really sorry. We have tried our best. If you haven't received it, please come early next time. We will continue to find ways to raise food and strive to help more people. .
The royal family's financial resources are meager. On behalf of the King of Jin, I would like to appeal to the people who are able to donate food or materials to help the displaced victims tide over the difficulties."
Suddenly someone in the crowd asked, "Do you accept donations?"
Pang Deson said excitedly, "If you accept it, donate as much or as little as you like. I guarantee that every copper coin will be used to help the victims."
Someone was the first to pay, "I'll donate one or two."
Seeing that he had donated the money and was about to leave, Pang Desong quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute, I'm going to make a merit book for people who can't remember their lives. In addition, the expenses of the donated silver coins will also be posted, so that the victims can remember you." Kindness.”
I heard that there is a merit book and the expenses are supervised by the people.
After hearing the news, many people came to see the excitement, and many people were interested. Some donated ten taels, and some donated a few copper coins. No matter how much, they would be recorded in the account.
As expected of being trained by the big villain, this method is so smooth, Shen Ning gave him hundreds of millions of likes.
What a waste of worry. If they are so inferior, how can they become Xiao Weijing's confidants?
Shen Ning smiled and shook his head, turned around and left.
"Princess, please stay." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Shen Ning turned around and found Pang Desong turning around.
"Where is your prosthetic limb?" She had already replaced it with a steel one, which is very wear-resistant and will not break down for several years.
Pang Desong sneered, "Today's occasion is not suitable for wearing prosthetics."
That's right, if you want to cry for poverty and sell misery to win sympathy, you must also dress and dress in a way that is close to the people.
"Princess, on behalf of the prince, I would like to thank you for your generous support."
Shen Ning reminded him, "The prince and I have reconciled."
"No matter whether we are reconciled or not, you will always be Princess Jin in our hearts. Only you are worthy of the prince."
"Why didn't I realize you were so eloquent before?"
"I haven't been with the princess for a long time, so I have learned a lot about it."
Look at his shameless demeanor, he is exactly the same as the villain. He is really crooked.
Shen Ning felt depressed and turned around to leave.
"Princess, do you have any news about the prince?"
Shen Ning was puzzled, "You don't have one?"
Pang Desong shook his head and said with a worried look on his face: "We have lost contact with the prince since he left for the expedition, and there is no news yet."
Shen Ning frowned, "Was it like this before?"
"It has never happened before." Pang Desong was worried. "The snow disaster in the north is rare in a hundred years, and the military camp is controlled by others. The prince's departure will be unlucky, with internal and external troubles and enemies from both sides. The princes in the capital are so afraid of him that I'm afraid He won't miss this opportunity, and he might be ambushed on the road.
The prince acts prudently, even if the road is blocked by heavy snow, there will be news coming to Beijing from time to time. This time is too abnormal, could there be something wrong? "
These words made Shen Ning tremble and subconsciously thought of the dream of the villain being stabbed with a knife.
The knife was very close to him, so it must have been stabbed by someone he trusted very much.
Aim for the vital point and hit the target without any hesitation.
The knife was stirring, so there was no chance of survival.
I have the same dream two days in a row. Is this a dream or a bad omen?
"Princess, there is really no news about the prince?" Pang Deson didn't seem to believe it, "Except for you, the prince has never put anyone else at the forefront of his heart, and he will contact you no matter what."
Those words were like being stabbed with a knife.
Shen Ning was a little suffocated, "General Pang, don't talk nonsense. If the prince has great ambitions, how can his son and daughter be in love? You have no news about him, and it is even less possible for me."
Feeling uncomfortable, I left completely.
It’s not that I blame him, but I hate the feeling of having to cut and sort things out again, and it feels like I’m getting deeper and deeper into it.
My eyelids were beating suddenly and constantly, and I was feeling very flustered.
It was such a cold day that even my hands were sweating.
Poundson lost a lot of weight, and his worry was revealed in his bones.