"This master, a total of two hundred and thirty dollars. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The shopkeeper looked at Ye Jinrong, nodded and said with a smile.

The cold wind is howling, even if he pounds the sesame seeds to a fragrant taste, there are no guests.

After waiting for a night, Qingzhi was the first group of guests, and it is estimated that they will be the last group of guests tonight.

"Two hundred and thirty?"

Ye Jinrong frowned and glanced back at the place where he had been sitting just now.

Qingzhi unceremoniously ordered a lot of things, tea soup, sesame paste, chicken feet, and some meat dishes, such as tripe meatballs; Although the appearance is average, and it can even be said to be a little rude, but the taste is very strong, and it has a different taste.

For the Jiuwang Mansion, which costs hundreds of taels every day, more than two hundred dollars is like a drop in the bucket, and there is no trace left at all.

The shopkeeper frowned when he saw Ye Jinrong, and he hesitated a little.

In fact, the price he gave was very fair, looking at the clothes of the guests, he deliberately said dozens of dollars, was he discovered?

What if the customer becomes arrogant and scolds the store?

These two men seem to be quite capable of fighting.

Some regret it, you shouldn't be greedy, how good it is to do business in peace.

"Anyway, it's too late, so let's get a fraction of it, two hundred dollars, how about it?"

The shopkeeper looked at Ye Jinrong and said cautiously with a look on his face.

"Why do you collect so little?"

Ye Jinrong was indeed unhappy, but he was unhappy not because it was too expensive, but because it was too cheap.

A few days ago, a batch of cloth came into the house, as well as various precious ingredients for winter, etc.; Although these things are generally arranged by the housekeeper, he also took a few random glances, and the prices on them are all one hundred and two hundred taels as the unit of pricing.

Why so few here.

In addition to the cost of ingredients, how much can they earn, can they survive a good winter?

The people in Lingzhou City are still living hard, so what is the miserable situation outside Linzhou City?

At this moment, he felt that everything he talked about with the fourth brother every day was just talk on paper.

"I only have so much, more than ten taels, add a few new clothes to the children, and have a good year."

Ye Jinrong ripped off the money bag and stuffed it directly into the shopkeeper's hand, then turned around and strode away; He is afraid that if he walks a little slower, he will not be able to restrain the anger in his heart, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, why has his home and country become so unbearable and full of desolation?

Qing Zhi and Wei Min hurriedly followed, and behind them was the storekeeper's incessant thanks, and the cold night, Ye Jinrong's actions added a lot of warmth.

Qingzhi followed him, but seeing that he didn't say a word, she seemed to be sulking.

"Ninth Master, what's wrong, suddenly upset?"

Since he couldn't figure it out, he had to guide it.

Ye Jinrong continued to walk forward, because he was angry, even Qingzhi didn't want to pay attention to it.

"The Ninth Master feels that when he saw the scene just now, he felt uncomfortable, why would there be such a poor person?"

Sure enough, he is a clean-minded man, and he can see through what he thinks in his heart casually.

"I feel that all the previous efforts have been in vain, and no matter how many innovations we propose, we can't change this predicament."

Ye Jinrong said weakly, as a prince, he can choose to eat and drink, get drunk and dream of dying for a lifetime, or he can choose to support the government and work hard for a lifetime.

Xiliang Guojun is very lucky, his sons are all very promising.

"So the ninth master gave all the money on his body to the store?"

Qing Zhi looked at Ye Jinrong and asked, Ye Jinrong did not answer, but responded silently.

"But Ninth Master, do you think this is useful?"

Qing Zhi didn't want to say it, but seeing Ye Jinrong's sullen appearance, she decided to enlighten her.

The high-ranking prince was suddenly hit like this, and if he was not persuaded to do so, it was very likely that he would think crookedly.

"It's useless, maybe you can't save a lifetime, but you can keep a winter safe."

Ye Jinrong said a little angrily, I don't know if it is Qi Qingzhi's ruthless words, or his incompetent self, or the crumbling Xiliang Jiangshan.

"What about after this winter?"

Qingzhi unceremoniously pointed out the problem, which seemed a little cruel, but she had to say it clearly.

"There are so many poor people in Lingzhou City, it is very likely that they will wake up tomorrow and freeze to death at a certain street corner, have you ever thought that if the silver on your body is not given to the store, but to the beggar who is squatting at the corner of the street, it can still save people's lives?"

As she spoke, she motioned to Ye Jin to look at the beggar at the corner of the street.

The two little beggars, who seem to be brothers, have torn clothes, dirty faces, and too thin bodies to guess their true age.

"You!"

Ye Jinrong frowned, although it was an assumption and a truth, but he didn't like to hear it.

No one likes to listen to the contrary, not even him.

"It is said that the love of the king, the rain and dew are evenly wet, Ninth Master, is your approach biased to the rest of the people?"

"I alone can't help thousands of people in the world."

Ye Jinrong almost gritted his teeth and said this, unwilling to admit it, but he had to admit it.

"Miss Qingzhi, that's enough."

Wei Min is a martial artist, and his mind is not so spinning.

He just knew that Qing Zhi was forcing his master, so he had to stop it.

Qingzhi didn't insist, just smiled and stopped.

This is not her country, nor is it her home, and worrying too much will inevitably make people suspicious.

During the conversation, after walking all the way, the night was a little late, and the wind was still very strong, and the originally bustling night market gradually dispersed by half, making it even colder.

"Then don't pass here, Ninth Master go slowly."

Qing Zhi nodded and walked in the direction of the Guozhang Mansion.

Ye Jinrong stood in place, his face gloomy and uncertain, then raised his head, looked at Qing Zhi's back and asked, "What should I do?" ”

It's not that he doesn't understand, he is also a prince anyway, and he grew up in the Guozi Prison taught by the Taifu how to govern the country, but the impact of reality at this moment made him choose to rely on.

Qingzhi stopped, but did not look back.

"Oh, Ninth Master, you see, I'm very afraid of the cold, every time this season, I will hide in the house and drink hot tea in the brazier, but with these things, will I warm up? It is still necessary to wait until the beginning of spring next year to feel warm. Ninth Master, you know more about Jiangshan Sheji than me, so why do you bother to ask me? ”

Really, if you don't meddle in this kind of thing, you just can't control that mouth.

Qingzhi thought to herself as she walked back.

If she continues like this, she will definitely get into trouble, she has never been an eventful person, just like the beggar brother who was huddled on the corner of the street just now, the tea stall owner who spent the day in front of her.

She saw it, but only saw it, and didn't come forward to help, because she knew too much about this kind of thing, and the help was of little use.

But why is it so troublesome in the face of Ye Jinrong?

(To be continued.) )