"By the way...... Guan Qian groaned for a while and said, "How is Guan Fan's bastard boy?" ”

"Xiao Fan is very good, now he is helping me manage the affairs of the Huangzhuang in the villa, speaking of which he is very talented in managing these things, everyone is very satisfied, and his attitude is not as good as before, in time he will definitely be able to take a serious career in office. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Mo Qian said with a smile, the current Guan Fan has changed a little from the one he met in Ning Yuan before, although he was stupid and cute at that time, but after all, he was a little unreliable, and now he doesn't know what's going on, he has changed his temperament, but now Guan Fan is more trusting.

Guan Qian smiled helplessly, "This kid, since I was a child, I can't rest assured, I am his only son, and I don't ask him to be heard in the court, just a quiet life, just be a rich man, but his trouble-making nature, I'm really worried." ”

"Uncle Guan, don't worry, I see that Xiao Fan is now showing signs of a prodigal son, and besides, he will not have a chance to be idle in Dragon Guardian Villa."

"That's good, Xiao Qian, you can help me take care of it over there."

Guan Qian smiled, "It's strange to say, since the last time he ran away from home and came back, it was like a different person, and he actually agreed to the marriage with Miss Qin, and he didn't resist my arrangement so much." I vaguely felt that he was stimulated by something, but he didn't say anything, so we didn't ask. "Uncle Guan, don't worry, I will definitely pay more attention."

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The heavy snow in the capital has not stopped, and it has not even seen that there is a tendency to stop, but the cold wind is blowing more and more bitterly. After Mo Qian walked out of the household department, he walked straight towards Nancheng.

They had discussed before, Mo Qian went to the household department to understand the situation, and Fang Liang and Lin Guanlan built a shed in Nancheng to give alms.

But as soon as he stepped out of the house, he saw many people dressed in rags and with thin yellow faces, scattered in the corners of the streets.

Some found a place to hide from the heavy snow, lit a fire, and gathered a group of people to keep warm, while the less fortunate one was a man huddled in a corner, looking dull, and looking straight at passers-by with two eyes.

Mo Qian lowered his head and quickened his pace, this kind of vision was too familiar to him, he had experienced it, he had seen the children in the orphanage have also experienced it, but it was a look he would never want to see.

Mo Qian's heart can sometimes be very hard, but he can't see this kind of scene. Passing through the two alleys, Mo Qian saw Fang Liang and Lin Guanlan, at this time the shed had been erected, under the strength of the Dragon Protector Villa, it stretched a whole street, and the shed was surrounded by wooden boards, and the stove was lit inside, which was warm.

At this time, under the shed, there were already many homeless people, holding hot porridge and a little pickles, sitting in the shed and drinking slowly.

"Brother Lin, how is the situation now? Is it still going well? Mo Qian walked into the shed, and immediately felt surrounded by a warm current, and his whole body was warm, and when he saw Lin Guanlan making porridge, he walked up and asked.

Lin Guanlan turned his head, saw that it was Mo Qian, and said with a smile: "It's going well, now many homeless people in Nancheng will call friends to come here when they see us sending porridge here, there are a lot of people, but it's quite orderly." ”

"That's good." Mo Qian smiled.

However, Lin Guanlan thought about it, and his face was a little solemn, "But according to the amount of rice we can use for almsgiving, it is only enough for three days, but I think it will take at least half a month for this snow to stop, and we are definitely a drop in the bucket now." ”

"Well, if you can help, let's find a way to help more, I think it is better for us to find the rich businessmen and dignitaries in the capital and ask them to help raise donations? More or less, some. Mo Qian said.

Lin Guanlan thought about it for a while, "Okay, then tomorrow we will let people ...... No, I personally went to them. ”

"Then there's Brother Laurin."

"It doesn't matter, it's all within your power."

Lin Guanlan smiled and handed the spoon of porridge in his hand to Mo Qian: "If you really don't feel interesting, just help me take over the shift, for an hour in a row, my arm is about to sore." ”

"Hahaha, then I'll do it." Mo Qian smiled and took the spoon and helped the next person's bowl fill the porridge.

"Alright, let's go next."

Mo Qian handed the bowl to others and called out. A slightly childish voice appeared in Mo Qian's ear, "Brother, can you help me make a bowl of porridge?" ”

After thinking about it, he added, "A little more." ”

Mo Qian looked down, and a little boy about seven or eight years old appeared in front of Mo Qian, the boy's face was a little purple from the cold, and he was wearing an old hat, a little embarrassed, but he looked at Mo Qian blankly.

Mo Qian paused for a moment and took the bowl, "Little brother, are you drinking this bowl of porridge by yourself?" ”

The little boy shook his head and pointed to a place not far away, "No, I'm drinking it for my father." ”

Mo Qian was a little annoyed, children of this age, no matter how they say it, are the treasures of the family, even if they are displaced now, they will not let a child come out to help adults find food, this mess is the best time for human traffickers to start.

"Brother, can you help me scoop a bowl of porridge? My mom and dad are still waiting! Mo Qian was thinking, and the child repeated it again. Well, good! Mo Qian took the bowl in the other party's hand and scooped a full bowl to the other party.

"Wow, it's so full, I've never seen anyone give it so full."

The child held the bowl with both hands, and Mo Qian instructed again: "Be careful, don't burn it." ”

The child nodded heavily, but turned around and ran excitedly, "Dad, there is a lot of porridge today!" ”

Unexpectedly, before he had taken two steps, his foot slipped and he fell heavily to the ground, and the white porridge in the bowl was spilled all over the ground.

The child lay on the ground, looked up and saw the white porridge sprinkled on the ground, the corners of his mouth were deflated, and tears could not stop falling. Mo Qian happened to see this scene, handed the spoon in his hand to Fang Liang, walked over quickly, and helped the person up, "How about it, it didn't break, why are you careless in this ice and snow?" ”

"Brother...... Brother, the porridge is spilled! After saying that, "Wow" howled and cried.

"It's okay, I'll just scoop you up again, don't cry."

After that, he put a bowl of porridge into the other party's hand, "Okay, I'll go with you, so as not to fall again." ”

The people on the side saw Mo Qian talking softly to a small homeless person, and they all whispered, "Which family's son is this?" There is no shelf at all. ”

"This is Lord Mo Qianmo, the director of the driving department, not a rich boy, but he is also a scholar with extraordinary literary talents, and it is said that he almost became the champion."

"Hey, if you want me to say, the champion is not as good as this Mo master, you see those readers, how many of them are looking at us? Not to mention helping us so wholeheartedly. ”