Chapter 632
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"Young Master Jun, you're here?" Mu Qian Fan's voice was filled with joy.
Jun Wu Xie nodded slightly.
Mu Qian Fan quickly stepped aside and said warmly: "Come in and have a seat."
When Jun Wu Xie and the others went inside the house, they discovered that Mu Qian Fan's house was even more rudimentary than what they had seen from the outside. Besides a dilapidated wooden bed, a wooden table and a few chairs, the entire house could be said to be bare and bare, with nothing else in it.
"Tsk, why does this feel so familiar." Qiao Chu looked at the extremely shabby house and could not help but remember the pitiful life they had led before they met Jun Wu Xie.
At that time, they were not much better off than Mu Qian Fan.
"The black stone sold for so much money, why did you ….." Qiao Chu looked at Mu Qian Fan, his face puzzled.
The black stone sold for a few hundred thousand taels, it was not a small amount. Just taking out a few hundred taels would make Mu Qian Fan's life a lot better.
Mu Qian Fan looked at the group of youths before him awkwardly and said: "I gave that money to the relatives of my brothers. They were the main labour force in the family and many of them had to take care of their family. Now that they are no longer around, the orphans and widows have no one to take care of them, how can I be greedy for that money? I still have my life and I will not starve to death. They need the money more than I do. "
Mu Qian Fan had not only given away the money he had earned from the black stone, he had even taken out all the money he had saved up over the years, not leaving a single cent for himself.
Qiao Chu and Fei Yan looked at each other, their eyes filled with sympathy, but also with respect.
Mu Qian Fan himself was on the brink of collapsing, but he still could not bear to part with a single cent. He felt extremely guilty towards his brothers who had died, and he would rather suffer himself than to part with the money that had been exchanged for their lives.
Maybe it was because the sympathy in Qiao Chu and Fei Yan's eyes was too obvious, Mu Qian Fan felt even more embarrassed.
"The house is a little small, please don't mind. Why don't you ….. sit on the bed?" As he spoke, Mu Qian Fan walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the black and black blanket off the bed. He smoothed out the crumpled bedsheets with his hand and stepped back with a silly grin on his face, inviting Qiao Chu and the others to sit down.
When Qiao Chu saw him in such a state, he could not help but feel a lump in his throat.
The most important thing for a man was not how much money he had, nor how much ability he had, but how sincere his heart was.
In Mu Qian Fan, they saw the responsibility of a mature man.
He had led such a poor life, but he had not coveted any gold or silver. Regardless of how powerful Mu Qian Fan was, the way he had treated his brothers had won Qiao Chu and the others' respect.
Jun Wu Xie swept her eyes over the interior of the house and said.
"All of you, come out." He walked out.
Mu Qian Fan's expression became even more awkward. He knew that his house was in such a state and it was not suitable to receive guests. Although these youths were young, but from the way they were dressed, they were definitely not from ordinary families.
Qiao Chu and the others obediently stepped out of the room and Mu Qian Fan followed closely behind them. When they stepped out of the door, they carefully closed the door behind them.
He had yet to recover from his injuries and did not have the ability to earn money. This small house could at least shelter him from the wind and rain.
However, Mu Qian Fan had just stepped out of his house when Jun Xie suddenly took out a small fire igniter from within his robes, lit it up, and threw the small ball of fire onto the roof of Mu Qian Fan's house!
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