Chapter 146 was deeply moved

The ghetto of Kalmar City.

Unlike the messy, grotesque-looking, haphazardly built buildings, the almshouse established by William was much cleaner and tidier.

A three-story building was encased by a wall of blue bricks, and in the open space in front of the small building, stood a humanoid statue of a person of human height, wearing a cloak and holding the hilt of a sword, looking into the distance with a solemn face, it was the statue of William.

This delicate statue can also be seen through the gate outside the wall, and at this time, the statue itself is busy in front of the gate.

In front of the courtyard, a long table had been set up, and a group of people went in and out of the courtyard, bringing steaming cauldrons and large basins full of bread to the table.

Most of the management of the almshouse was drawn from the Four Seas Trading Company, and the grassroots staff were basically locals, mostly women, and women in the slums were forced by life to make a living, so it was already a very good source to work in the almshouse.

William originally thought that it would be more effective for women to carry out relief and charity work, and this was the case, but there were always some villains who liked to chew their tongues, but William was not really a good person, and after he ordered someone to hang two guys who were talking nonsense in private, the rumors disappeared without a trace.

William, who came to inspect the almshouse, also rolled up his sleeves and worked with the staff, his physique was naturally much stronger than a group of female workers in the almshouse, and the cauldron that two female workers could only carry with great difficulty, he moved it at will alone, and in the end he saw that he was busy, and almost half of the work was completed by himself.

William casually activated a bit of the Devil Fruit's ability, and the steam formed droplets of water when it was cold, sticking to his forehead, making him look like he was sweating from a busy sweat.

Seeing this, several female workers took out their handkerchiefs and wanted to help William wipe their sweat, but were stopped by the deputy dean.

In front of the almshouse, a large group of poor people in ragged clothes had gathered, and these hungry people stared at the bread, potatoes and broth on the long table, but under the watchful eye of a group of strong men from the Morgan Pirates, no one dared to come forward to rob, and they all lined up honestly according to the instructions, the old and the weak in front.

William himself took charge of the spoon and distributed food to the poor who came to receive it in front of one of the teams, a piece of bread per person, a whole ripe potato, and a sparse bowl of broth with only a few bits of oil and water.

The people who received the food were very grateful, and the old people who received the food first had already leaned against the wall of the almshouse, or squatted or stood to eat, many of them were not the first time to come, and they had some experience, and knew that they could not leave the vicinity of the almshouse, otherwise the food might be robbed, and there were people from the Morgan Pirates in the almshouse to watch, so no one dared to do such a thing.

An old man with thinning hair and a slumped back gobbled food into his mouth, and raised his head vigilantly from time to time to look around, his right eye socket was hollow, and his right hand was missing a few thumbs, looking very miserable.

The one-eyed old man licked his lips after eating, looked left and right, and suddenly sobbed, and several old people around him were infected by him, and they also cried in a low voice, which quickly attracted the attention of the people around him.

The vice-president in charge of the almshouse was called Honoré, thirty or forty years old, slightly bald.

As for the dean, it was naturally William, but he just hung up his name, and it was the deputy dean Honoré who actually handled the daily work.

Honoré also followed William as the leader to work with his own hands, and when William heard the cry, he put down the spoon and came to the old man, and he hurriedly followed.

"What's wrong, old man?" asked William with an easy-going expression.

"My lord," said the one-eyed old man, kneeling down with a puff of voice, "you are our savior. ”

William was shocked, regardless of the mess, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up: "Old man, get up quickly, I can't stand it." ”

"Why can't you stand it?" the one-eyed old man stretched his neck and said loudly, "My old man is old, and he can't live long, and there is nothing I can do for you, but as long as you have a command, even if I give up my life, I will repay your kindness!"

"Not really. William repeatedly.

Honoré on the side also echoed loudly: "Old man, our dean doesn't want you to repay you for everything, so he spent all his family wealth to build these almshouses to help the poor families in the slums who can't afford to eat. ”

"What, all the money!?" the one-eyed old man cried out hoarsely.

William frowned imperceptibly.

Honore paused before replying: "Of course, the almshouse, and these foods, the lords of the palace did not allocate a single Bailey, all of them are our dean's own money. ”

"My lord," the one-eyed old man heard this, and wanted to kneel down for William, but William couldn't stand up and kneel, and he said loudly: "If you have kindness, you don't want to repay it, are you still human?"

William sighed, "There's still so little I can do. ”

"You've done so much, those high-ranking officials have never looked at people like us, let alone cared about our lives or deaths," the one-eyed old man cried hoarsely, "It would be nice if they could all be like you, or if you could be more responsible for managing the city." ”

The surrounding paupers echoed.

A touching scene was being staged here, and a man in line saw that William, who was in charge of the spoon in front of the line, was gone, and finally couldn't hold it back, so he quickly took out a potato from the table, and no matter how hot it was, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The crew of the Morgan Pirates who were watching from the side found out, and the two of them rushed up and dragged the man out of the team directly.

Seeing that the crowd was again distracted by this scene, William and Honoré returned to the table, and the one-eyed old man, seeing that no one was paying attention, patted the dirt on his knees, and quietly left, and several old men followed him away.

When he returned to the long table, William whispered something in Honoré's ear, and then William distributed food to two groups of people at the door of the almshouse, and left, and later people heard that they could not see the director of the almshouse, and the great philanthropist Mr. William personally distributed the food, and they were very sorry.

When the food was distributed and the front door of the almshouse was crowded, the one-eyed old man from before appeared sneakily not far away.

As soon as William was not there, he was too lazy to do any more work, and Honoré, who was commanding the female workers to clean the long table, saw him and hurriedly walked over.

"My lord," the one-eyed man smirked, revealing a mouthful of scattered teeth, "...... today." ”

"The wages of you and your men. Honoré pulled a small stack of Bailey from his bosom and handed it to the one-eyed man.

After the one-eyed man carefully put it away, Honoré continued: "Don't come again next time. ”

"Huh?" the one-eyed old man looked stunned, "Why, sir?"

When Honoré saw his appearance, he was a little angry: "How many times have you been here, many people already have an impression of you, and the next few times you come, everyone knows that you are acting, and I heard that you also sent people to other almshouses to steal the show, you are about to become a drama bully!"

"It's just begging for a living. The one-eyed man said with some embarrassment.

"It's better to improve your acting skills if you have this leisure, our dean is very dissatisfied with your acting skills and criticizes you for being too exaggerated. Honoré crossed his waist.

The one-eyed old man was a little disapproving when he heard this, and he dug his nose: "Lord Dean is naturally wise and martial, but he doesn't know enough about the people in the slums, if he doesn't say it clearly, he will not understand it thoroughly!"