"Thank you, Philanthropist Qian!"
"We can't even remember how long it has been since we ate so much."
"Philanthropist Qian is truly the reincarnation of Bodhisattva. In the future, I will definitely set up a long life memorial tablet for you and pray that you will be safe and sound."
…
The commoners who received the food were all moved to tears as they spoke words of gratitude and Ji Xiang. Zhao Wanjin had been appearing at the congee factory every day for the past few days, so he was already familiar with the commoners. As he served the congee, he spoke words of comfort.
However, the commoners were too enthusiastic. Some elders, women, and children even knelt down and kowtowed to him.
With someone taking the lead, the commoners who were filled with gratitude but did not know how to express it all knelt down one after another. Some bowed, some kowtowed. Everyone was grateful to Zhao Wanjin.
Zhao Wanjin's heart surged. He walked around the big pot and helped up a few elders who were closer to him. He then instructed everyone, "Quickly get up, quickly get up. There are still elders among you, so don't make me feel bad. "
"I am a straightforward person, and my temper is also straightforward. My family is not particularly rich and can only be considered a small amount. I am also passing by here to do business.
"What I can't stand the most is other people suffering. After the disaster, everyone still has not eaten their fill. There are even children and elders who have starved to death on the streets. Do you think I can stand by and watch?
"The imperial court is currently resisting the invasion of the Tatan in the north. It is a tense time, so it is normal for them to not be able to take care of it. Since I can still afford it, I naturally have to shoulder it."
Zhao Wanjin bowed as he spoke.
The commoners were moved to tears as they said in an uproar, "Thank you, Philanthropist Qian!"
Zhao Wanjin seemed to be embarrassed by everyone's praise. He scratched his head and said, "I can't afford to treat everyone to good food, so I can only give you the simplest food. Even if the taste isn't good, I can at least fill you up. Everyone, don't be polite and eat while it is hot. "
"Thank you, Philanthropist!"
"Philanthropist, you are too kind!"
…
The pancakes in their hands were still warm. When they took a bite, the soft texture and the unique aroma of grains immediately filled their mouths. The more they chewed, the more fragrant it became. There was also a hint of sweetness in the aroma of the grains. At this time, when they took a bite of the salted vegetables and a mouthful of the porridge, the warmth really spread from their stomachs to their whole body in the cold winter.
For a moment, there were a thousand people in the square, but only one sound could be heard. That was the sound of chewing and slurping when eating porridge.
When Qin Yining saw that Zhao Wanjin's words had moved the commoners, he felt happy as well.
Even if the reason she gave out the porridge was to save her grandmother, Qin Yining felt unprecedentedly satisfied that she could help so many people survive the cold and hungry winter.
At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly came from the direction of the main street behind the crowd of commoners. They could vaguely hear curses and the exclamations of the commoners when they were pushed aside.
Qin Yining, who was hiding in the carriage, narrowed her eyes and lifted the curtain to look outside. When she saw who it was, she knew that her plan had succeeded.
Zhao Wanjin also saw who it was.
He saw that the leader was a thin man with a dark face. The skin on his face was sagging, and the wrinkles on his eyebrows and the deep wrinkles under his eyes made his already unfriendly face look even more gloomy. Looking at the way he was dressed and the dozen or so local bailiffs behind him, it was clear that he was Historian Gao.
Historian Gao led the crowd forward. When he encountered the commoners who did not react in time, he naturally did not have the patience to remind them. Historian Gao's subordinates immediately slapped them and pushed them away without hesitation. There were even some old people who walked slowly who were kicked mercilessly.
Zhao Wanjin calmly smiled and stood in place waiting for Historian Gao with his hands by his side.
Historian Gao led the dozen or so subordinates and separated the crowd as they headed straight for Zhao Wanjin.
The commoners who were holding the porridge bowls and dried food all stopped eating and looked in confusion at Historian Gao and his subordinates. They did not know why these people would suddenly come to the porridge factory.
The locals all knew how powerful Historian Gao and his subordinates were. They did not think that these people had good intentions. Usually, even if they starved to death, they would not see Historian Gao blink. Today, it must not be a good thing!
Just when the scene was silent, Zhao Wanjin smiled and cupped his hands at Historian Gao. "Officer, I …"
Before he finished speaking, he was met with a loud slap, which directly slapped Zhao Wanjin's face to the side.
Zhao Wanjin was shocked. He covered his face and looked at Historian Gao. "You, why did you hit me!"
Historian Gao's eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word. He raised his hand and slapped him again.
Zhao Wanjin and Qin Yining had privately studied Historian Gao's reaction, so he was prepared to go all out and suffer some superficial wounds. He was secretly determined to teach this grandson a lesson in the future. At this time, he only pretended to be afraid and screamed in horror, "What are you doing! What right do you have to hit me! "
Without another word, Librarian Gao continuously slapped Zhao Wanjin's face several times. In the end, he still couldn't vent his anger and kicked Zhao Wanjin's stomach, sending him flying into the crowd.
"Tie him up and take him away!"
"Yes!"
As soon as Historian Gao gave the order, his subordinates immediately did as they were told.
At this time, the commoners had already recovered from their shock. They saw that the great benefactor who had given them food to eat was slapped in the face for no reason and kicked to the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Everyone was already beyond angry.
Even if they knew what kind of person Historian Gao was, at this moment, the commoners who were full of anger were not afraid at all and shouted loudly.
"What right do you have to hit him!"
"What did Philanthropist Qian do wrong? Why did you hit him? Why did you catch him!"
"We are hungry and cold. We won't be able to survive this winter. I don't see any officials coming to help us. We finally found a philanthropist who gave us food, but the officials came out to hit him. What kind of logic is this!"
… …
The discontent of over a thousand people turned into curses and voices of injustice. One could see just how noisy it was.
Dark clouds covered the old capital. In this empty square, one could even hear the echoes of the people's curses.
Historian Gao's heart was filled with thoughts of his crippled son. At this time, he only wanted Qian Gui to taste the same pain. How could he care about what the commoners thought?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The deafening curses were nothing to Dianshi Gao. He walked quickly, and the constables and attendants behind him did not dare to delay. Some of them held down the "unconscious" Zhao Wanjin, while others went in front of Dianshi Gao to open a path, pushing the agitated crowd away.
When the commoners saw this scene, they finally could not control themselves. They did not care about the food in their hands. People pushed against each other, and people rushed in Historian Gao's direction.
After these days of giving out porridge, the number of people who heard the news had increased. There were over a thousand commoners gathered in this small square. How could Historian Gao and the dozen or so bailiffs fight against the crowd?
Before they could leave with the unconscious culprit, they had already almost been pushed over.
In a moment of desperation, Dianshi Gao unsheathed his saber with a clang. The gleaming silver blade was so dazzling under the pale winter sun that it made people squint their eyes.
"Who dares to move! I want to see who dares to move! "
With Historian Gao taking the lead, his subordinates also pulled out their swords and pointed them at the commoners who were about to rush forward.
With the cold blades pointed at them, the commoners in front did not dare to move forward. The people behind did not dare to push, for fear of harming other people's lives. There were commoners who loudly shouted, "Don't push, don't push! They've pulled out their swords! "
The words' pull out their swords' made the crowd even angrier. Their angry roars were mixed in with the light snow that suddenly blew up.
"What right do you have to arrest people! What crime did philanthropist Qian commit? Speak clearly! "
"If there is no evidence, we will not let philanthropist Qian leave here!"
… …
The commoners were filled with righteous indignation and had already become a chaotic mess.
Historian Gao gave a cold smile and used his sword to gesture around, "If you want to ask, then I'll tell you. This person is a wanted criminal by the imperial court and he killed someone! We are here on orders to arrest the criminal and interrogate him. You are blocking our way here, could it be that you are his accomplices? "
"Impossible, how could philanthropist Qian kill people? He gives us food and clothes to eat and clothes to wear. He treats us better than our own parents, so how could he kill people? "
"There must be a problem here! Philanthropist Qian would not kill people! "
Historian Gao gave a cold smile, "Won't kill people? Could it be that a murderer would carve words on his forehead? This official is here on orders, so don't try to cause trouble. Otherwise, you will all be treated as accomplices and be beheaded! "
The commoners were shocked by Historian Gao's words. Since ancient times, the common people did not fight with the officials. These common people were used to being bullied. It was already the limit for them to stand up for Philanthropist Qian Da out of loyalty. Now, the officials said that they would be beheaded as accomplices. These words really scared them.
No one dared to say anything because they were afraid of being caught and killed.
But the anger in their eyes was real.
Historian Gao gave a cold snort and pushed aside the people blocking his way. He waved his sword like he was driving away mosquitoes, driving away the commoners blocking his way. His subordinates also followed suit. The commoners were intimidated by the sword and no one dared to use their own flesh and blood to block the sword.
They could not win in words or fight, so they could only watch as Historian Gao took away the 'unconscious' philanthropist Qian.
Historian Gao and his group of ten people disappeared from sight. For a long time, no one said anything.
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