Leaving Britney in the car, Ye Qiange got out of the car alone.

She is still young, and it is not appropriate for her to come into contact with life and death too early and witness the misery of life.

"Lord Wang." Liu Hua said respectfully.

Ye Qiange took a deep breath and looked at the homeless people.

He looked not only at numb and desperate people, but also at corpses hidden by snow.

Some were only half-covered, revealing frozen and stiff faces, freezing the painful expressions before death.

Among them, there are no less than dozens of men, women and children.

Ye Qiange's heart trembled fiercely, he saw some young children, Xu was only three or four years old, the age of Xiao Tiantian, his face was full of childishness and innocence, his eyes were wide open, with a trace of ignorance and innocence.

It's like I don't know what happened to me until I die.

His nose was so sore that he almost burst into tears.

The life of a flower bone has completely withered before it has even opened.

The accompanying guards hurriedly surrounded Ye Qiange tightly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and looked at the homeless people with a fierce look.

When they saw this, their faces were frightened, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back, and some of them were timid, so they scattered like birds and beasts, and retreated to the side of the street, not daring to surround them again.

"Put away all your swords." Ye Qiange frowned and said in a low voice.

After hearing this, the guards put their swords into the sheath, but they still guarded Ye Qiange's sides tightly in case of accidents.

"Liu Hua, gather everyone over."

"Whoa."

Liu Hua jumped up, stood on horseback, climbed up and shouted, "All the people of the snow disaster have gathered here, this noble man can save all the people who are hungry and cold, and life and death." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the handsome boy who was surrounded by guards, and did not doubt him, so they rushed over one after another.

"It's the Emperor, the Saint of Happiness!"

"It's really the little prince of the Ye family, the little one is fortunate to have seen the little prince Ye in person at the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"God has eyes, now it's finally saved!"

Among the displaced people, some people recognized Ye Qiange, and immediately cheered, and their desperate faces were a little more radiant and smart.

Seeing this, the pedestrians on the street flocked to gather more and more, but when they saw Ye Qiange's figure, the voices of discussion came and went.

"Does Little Prince Ye want to save these homeless people?"

"There are at least a thousand people here, and as many as four or five thousand people outside the city, and I don't know how much money it will cost to save them."

"Hey, at this age, tens of millions of people die every winter, if Little Prince Ye can come to the rescue, this is a great merit."

Within a few moments, all the displaced people had gathered.

In the next moment, whether it was the old lady or the toddler, he fell to his knees with a thud, ignoring the thick snow on the ground, and looked at Ye Qiange with eagerness and longing.

Ye Qiange looked at these faces, felt the eyes coming from all directions, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, this is the desire and hope for life.

If they are not in a desperate situation, even if there is a glimmer of hope for life, they will not hesitate to grasp it, and then live with hard work.

Despite the hardships of life, the bleak years, the fear of death hangs high above our heads.

But ants still steal life, let alone people?

He took a deep breath, his throat was slightly dry, and said, "Hurry up, the snow is frozen, don't get caught in the cold." ”

After speaking, thousands of homeless people were indifferent and still knelt straight.

Some children couldn't hold on and wanted to get up, but they were pressed by their parents in the snow, and they couldn't stand the cold, so they started crying.

The parent's face sank, raised his palm, and fanned it down, and with a snap, the child's cry increased instead of decreasing, and became louder and louder.

Seeing this, Ye Qiange immediately ran over, ignoring the child's dirty clothes, and picked up the child.

"What's wrong with the child, and what is wrong with him?"

The couple's face turned pale, their mouths opened, and they didn't know what to say, so they bowed their heads and slammed into the ground.

The child is skinny, looking like he is only five or six years old, but he looks skinny, holding it in his arms, light and fluttering, and he doesn't feel the weight.

"Here's for you." As soon as Ye Qiansheng flipped it over, a piece of pastry appeared in his hand.

Along with Britney, he carries several snacks with him at all times.

The child's crying stopped suddenly, and his tearful eyes couldn't help but light up, revealing great longing, but he was always timid and didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

"Take it." Ye Qiange handed the pastry to the child, and stopped looking at him, lest he be afraid.

Sure enough, Fang looked away, and the child carefully put the pastry into his mouth and licked his black palm.

Ye Qiange smiled, put the child down, and said softly: "Don't beat him again, he's just cold." ”

The couple nodded repeatedly, took the child in their arms, and fell silent.

Ye Qiange sighed, and then said loudly, "This king, Ye Qiange, from today onwards, will set up a stove outside the city to give porridge, and all the people who are displaced by the snow disaster, no matter how many, will have three meals a day and be full." ”

As soon as the words fell, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Whether it was the homeless people or the onlookers, they all looked at Ye Qiange in amazement!

No matter how much, three meals a day, tube full!

Everyone couldn't help but spat and was dumbfounded.

If this news spreads, I don't know how many displaced people will be invited!

At least tens of thousands, if not tens of thousands!

This daily expense is a lot of money, and if it goes on like this, the cost is even more staggering.

"Long live the prince!"

"Thank you for saving your life—"

"The prince is very gracious, and the villain will set up a card for the prince in the future, and pray for the prince every day——"

The silence was followed by an uproar.

Thousands of displaced people cheered loudly, some wept with joy, some kept knocking thanksgiving, and some hugged their families, or wept, or laughed, or screamed, or excited.

And so on.

"Lord Wang, if this soup is given every day, I'm afraid it's not a long-term solution?" Liu Hua frowned and said worriedly.

How could Ye Qiange not know that this winter is still growing, if it continues like this, even if he has a lot of money, he will inevitably suffer a lot of vitality.

The corners of his mouth hooked, pressed his hand, everyone saw it, the sound slowly subsided, and all eyes were focused.

"The soup kitchen will last for a month."

He paused, and suddenly there were bursts of sighs all around.

"What's the use of soup soup for a month, after a month, these people still can't escape death-"

"Hey, although a month can be lived, it is a month, but what is the difference between saving and not saving?"

"Ye Xiaowang is just a whim, and he can't take it seriously after all."

And the expressions of the homeless people froze, and their hearts were immediately like ashes, Fang was still in the sky, and now they fell straight to the ground, and before they could recover from the joy, they had to face the threat of death again.

Ye Qiange was stunned, and continued: "Within a month, this king will recruit at least 10,000 people, or even more, and the homeless people will be given priority, including food and lodging, and monthly money——"

As he spoke, he turned his head and asked Liu Huadao, "How much is the monthly money?" ”

Liu Hua said: "About 100 to 300 yuan." ”

"So little?" Ye Qiange frowned, then raised his head and said in a loud voice: "The monthly money ranges from one tael to three taels." ”

He actually increased his monthly money tenfold!