Qin Yining had already expected the situation to go out of control. She had experienced famine and hunger before, so she knew how people who had been starving for a long time would react when they suddenly saw food.
To prevent people from being trampled and injured, Qin Yining had already asked Zhao Wanjin and Zhao Yinuo to mobilize the brothers from the Qingtian Alliance to disguise themselves as workers of the porridge factory to maintain order.
Seeing that someone had already been pushed to the ground by the people behind him, Zhao Yinuo, who was in the crowd, shouted, "Boss said that if someone doesn't care about the lives of others and pushes people over, or if there are any injuries due to the crowding, then the porridge stall will not be open. No one will be able to eat porridge! "
Zhao Wanjin also said, "I have prepared enough food. No matter who gets it first, everyone will have a share. There's no need to crowd. If anyone gets injured or loses their lives, then I will have to go to court! If I get arrested by the authorities, then the porridge factory will be closed down! "
Some of the Qingtian Alliance members who were in charge of maintaining order stopped people from randomly bumping into each other. At the same time, they talked and stopped people from lining up.
Not long after, the crowd that looked like it was about to go out of control became orderly.
This made Qin Yining, who was in the carriage not far away, let out a sigh of relief.
If some food caused a stampede, then it would be her fault.
Fortunately, although there were many poor people and many people who were hungry, it wasn't like when there was a famine where everyone would die if they were late to eat. Now, everyone could still endure and not fight for food.
A long line formed, and Zhao Wanjin organized his subordinates to serve porridge to the commoners. Some of them brought broken pottery bowls or pots, while some of them were obviously beggars. They only had half a broken bowl. Zhao Wanjin even ordered people to give them a full pottery bowl. Otherwise, how much porridge could a half bowl contain?
For a while, only the voices of the workers could be heard in the porridge stall telling the commoners, "Little new soup", "Next", and occasionally the slurping sound of the commoners eating porridge. There were also some children who were not even as tall as the table. They carried broken pots to get porridge. Their skinny bodies were only wearing thin and tattered clothes, and their exposed thin arms and legs had turned purple from the cold. Their heads were big and their bodies were thin, as if they could be blown away by the wind. Zhao Wanjin couldn't stand it and ordered the people around him to give the child more porridge before sending him home. He wanted to check on the situation at home and give him a cotton-padded jacket or see if there was anything he could do to help.
Everyone had kindness in them. Even the bandits who had robbed him before felt compassionate at this moment and happily went to send the little girl home.
Zhao Wanjin's congee factory didn't have any ferocious subordinates, and the congee was thick. The grains used were all of good quality, and not a single bit of moldy grain was used. He was very gentle to the people who came to get the congee, without the slightest bit of contempt. When he met the elderly, children, and the poor disabled, he would give them more and tell them that they could come and get more after they finished eating.
Such kindness made everyone feel inexplicably touched.
Everyone was eating the hot porridge. Even though the cold winter wind was cutting their cheeks like knives, their hearts were still warm.
Many people began to sob as they ate the porridge.
There were also those who finally felt that they had saved their lives after eating the porridge. They couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow to Zhao Wanjin.
"Thank you, Boss Qian, for saving our lives. Thank you, Boss Qian, for saving our lives!"
"Boss Qian is a kind person! In the future, I will definitely set up a longevity memorial tablet for you to bless you with peace and a long life! "
"Boss Qian, good people will be rewarded!"
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With one person taking the lead, many people followed suit and kowtowed to express their gratitude. In the end, the hundreds of commoners in front of the porridge factory knelt down excitedly and expressed their gratitude.
Zhao Wanjin's heart was also warm. He was an eight-foot man, but at this moment, he was so excited that his face was flushed and his eyes were brimming with tears. If he hadn't clenched his fists to hold them back, he would have cried on the spot.
In this world, there were things that made people happier than robbing and reaping without sowing. It turned out that giving and helping others could make people so happy!
"Hurry up and get up, everyone. My wealth is limited, so I will help everyone as much as I can. The weather is very cold, so let's eat while it's hot."
As Zhao Wanjin spoke, he helped a few people beside him up.
The scene was indescribably warm.
Qin Yining lowered the warm curtains on the carriage and ordered them to set off for home.
Bing Tang said with a smile, "I didn't expect Hall Master Zhao to be such a good person despite his fierce-looking face."
"Everyone has a kind heart. Not everyone is born a bad person," Qin Yining said with a smile, "I see that you have been holed up in the pharmacy for the past few days. Are you looking for a new medicine?"
"That's right." Bing Tang's heart skipped a beat, and his expression became slightly stiff.
Qin Yining didn't care and only said, "You aren't made of iron. You need to rest well. You are young, so don't tire yourself out."
"Yes, thank you for Wang Fei's concern." Seeing that Qin Yining hadn't found anything, Bing Tang couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Like this, Zhao Wanjin's congee factory had alarmed the government. There was no way around it. With so many citizens gathered together, the government was worried that there would be a mass uprising.
However, seeing the citizens lining up in an orderly manner, and the "Rich Boss" Qian not using the government's money or asking the government for help, everyone was happy to see this kind act.
Qin Yining would ride out every day at noon. When he saw the congee factory, he would stop for a moment.
She acted like a curious and kind passerby. She didn't make any eye contact with Zhao Wanjin and Zhao Yinuo. No one would have guessed that the boss behind the scenes of the congee factory was her.
On the fourth day of the congee factory's opening, Yuchi Yan and Gu Shixiong also came to see the situation.
They had originally thought that a normal person wouldn't be able to support such a large act of kindness in a day or two. They had specially come to see if there was any possibility of them not being able to continue.
But when they arrived at the congee factory, the congee was still thick, and the rice used was also of good quality. The citizens had become friendly with Boss Qian. Some of the pitiful widows and widows even wore thick cotton jackets. It was obvious that someone had just given them to them.
Seeing this, Gu Shixiong shook his head and said, "It looks like this boss really knows how to win people's hearts!"
Yuchi Yan shook his head and said, "There are still many good people in this world. I think this righteous person is just warm-hearted. "
"Is that so?" Gu Shixiong shook his head and said disapprovingly, "Who would be so warm-hearted to continuously give so much money to unrelated people to eat? Also, even if he is warm-hearted, there's no need to go bankrupt, right? I don't see this person with a big background. "
Yuchi Yan didn't like Gu Shixiong saying this and couldn't help but purse his lips. However, Gu Shixiong was his backbone now. He couldn't contradict him directly, so he could only endure.
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