Back in the room, Dr. Song glanced at Mrs. Song and asked cautiously, "You agree?" ”

Mrs. Song snorted coldly, lay down on the bed, and said, "What can I do if I don't agree?" Your son is like that, and I don't agree anymore, what can I do? ”

Doctor Song scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I can't say that, I've watched Xiuxiu, she is a good girl, besides, I still think Xiuxiu is a Wang family!" ”

"The Wang family? Both parents have passed away, is it a Wang family? Mrs. Song asked rhetorically. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This, she's prosperous in our family!" Doctor Song hurriedly explained that he couldn't help his son, but he couldn't pull his son's hind legs!

Hearing this, Mrs. Song was sitting on her back and hurriedly asked, "How do you say this?" ”

Doctor Song saw that Mrs. Song was in trouble, and hurriedly said, "Look, when that Xiuxiu girl came to buy sulfur, our family was short of sulfur, isn't it?" ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Song sneered and said, "What can you prove for this one thing?" ”

"And what about ginseng? I don't need to mention the role of that ginseng! Our family, as well as your mother's family, have benefited a lot! Doctor Song whispered.

"That's a serious deal, and we're paying for it." Mrs. Song said with a serious face.

"You...... You...... Okay, I can't tell you, let's sleep! Doctor Song really couldn't argue with Mrs. Song, so he ignored her and turned over to sleep.

Seeing Dr. Song like this, Mrs. Song didn't say anything, turned over, and lay on the bed, not knowing what to think in her heart.

The next day came, Dr. Song and Song Wenxuan got up early in the morning and went to the hospital.

When he arrived at the medical center, Song Wenxuan found that there were fewer and fewer people coming today, on the contrary, there were many people who distributed decoction for free.

When Song Wenxuan saw this, he understood it when he thought about it, and knew that it was not easy for everyone, so he didn't say anything.

Looking at the people who came and went to ask for medicine, Song Wenxuan whispered to Xiao Wang, "You pay attention, don't break the medicine." ”

Xiao Wang hurriedly nodded, although the young master's method of burning money made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he knew that now was not the time to be uncomfortable, these were all fate!

Song Wenxuan took a look, and after finding that there was no major problem, he said goodbye to Dr. Song and prepared to do his own thing, anyway, there are not many people.

When he arrived at the store, Song Wenxuan walked in and found that there were still a lot of people who came to buy food, so the price had increased several times, but the food here was still much cheaper than other places.

Seeing that the master was coming, Qingtong hurriedly followed and took Song Wenxuan upstairs.

"Master, business is very good these days! Could the price of grain go up a little more? Qingtong asked Song Wenxuan cautiously.

Song Wenxuan shook his head, looked at Qingtong and asked, "How much have we earned in total?" ”

Although I didn't see the answer to no, Qingtong still felt a little uncomfortable, such a good way to make money, why didn't the master want to do it?

Qingtong sighed in his heart and said, "Master, there are about three or four million taels, so much. ”

Hearing this answer, Song Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, this money can be regarded as having a satisfactory answer in his heart!

There must be more than one place affected by the disaster, so Song Wenxuan bought and sold in many counties, because his own clansmen and the grain he sold were not very expensive, so the government didn't care about it.

A lot of grain was bought by the shopkeepers of the grain stores, and most of the money was fine, so most of their own money was theirs.

Song Wenxuan glanced outside and said to Qingtong, "You put the grain down a little further, but you must limit the purchase, otherwise many people will not be able to buy it." ”

"That's it, it's good if we don't raise the price, son, hurry up and reduce the price!" Qingtong muttered dissatisfiedly.

Song Wenxuan waved his hand and said, "The money we earn is okay, besides, I am going to sell this batch of grain and then I will not sell it." ”

Hearing this, Qingtong asked in surprise, "But, but we still have more than a million catties of grain?" So what to do! ”

"Disaster relief!" Song Wenxuan said categorically.

"What? Childe, you are crazy, those grains ......" Qingtong was about to say when Song Wenxuan hurriedly waved his hand and interrupted.

"We have earned enough money, and the rest, the relief people are nothing!" Song Wenxuan looked into the distance and said.

Qingtong was about to say something, but when he thought of Childe's appearance, he knew that he had eaten the scales and had an iron heart.

Forget it, he's a son, and he's just a minion, just listen to the son.

The grain was sold, and other grain stores were also sold, and when it was almost sold, according to the child's instructions, the remaining grain was distributed to the people in the store, which was considered welfare, and after settling the account, everyone was not in a hurry to go back, but the master had an order, and there was a war to be fought tomorrow.

The time passed quickly, and the next day, the snow was still falling, and it was already very thick, and when I got up early in the morning, someone shoveled the snow over there, but as soon as the shoveling was finished, the snow was thick again to the feet and necks.

When Mrs. Song saw this situation, she explained early in the morning that as long as the medicinal materials for the wind and cold in the kitchen were working outside, the salary would be increased a little.

As soon as this decision came out, everyone immediately began to praise the Song family again, this is the family of goodness!

However, Mrs. Song and Dr. Song don't think much about reputation, they just feel that they shouldn't let their conscience get over!

Song Wenxuan came to the outside of the city with food and a large number of people and horses, and many people saw that the food was about to go up to grab it, but the people who looked tall and big still gave up.

Song Wenxuan was in an empty place, hurriedly set up firewood, and porridge was cooking in a few large pots, and there were definitely chopsticks that could stand up.

Looking at these victims, Song Wenxuan gave Qingtong a look, and Qingtong hurriedly stood on a high place and shouted, "We belong to the Song family, and we are here today to give soup and rice for free, but there are still requirements, that is, the elderly and children eat first, and they can't cut the queue or grab food."

If someone is found to have committed these taboos, our Song family will not give him a grain of rice, by the way, we recruit the mother-in-law who cooks here and some strong laborers, welcome everyone to come! ”

As soon as Qingtong finished speaking, the people below cheered, shouting loudly about the living bodhisattva or something, Song Wenxuan was not particularly excited when he heard these voices, because he was tired of hearing them in the past few days.

Song Wenxuan said to Qingtong, "By the way, I still stored a lot of medicinal materials in the warehouse last time, do you remember to bring them tomorrow, do you know?" ”

As soon as he heard his son-in-law say this, when Qingtong was about to say something, he looked at Song Wenxuan's firm face, so he had to sigh in his heart and hurriedly responded. (To be continued.) )