Everyone looked at the grain pulled by a car, and the little servants dressed as servants held torches one after another, and they were all dumbfounded.

What kind of work are you doing, what is going on, one out and one out, making them confused.

Song Fusheng came out and explained, don't look stupid, this is our relief food, and Li Zheng helped us receive it.

He also deliberately introduced Ren Ziwei loudly to everyone, saying that this official is working in Fengtian City, and he is also the eldest son in our village.

The eldest son of Lizheng is a great good man.

People said that we only came here to take care of us, and we are not familiar with the place, and it is not convenient to enter and exit if the bridge is broken. Tomorrow, all the relief food will be sent to us, and we will be sent it all in one go, so we don't have to collect it ourselves every month.

Everyone was talking to each other in a daze.

Ren Ziqiang squeezed out a few stiff smiles, as if he was using his smile to prove that Song Fusheng was right.

However, he found that everyone didn't look at him, only at the grain truck, Ren Zijiao's face was ugly, and he glanced at Ren Lizheng with the light of the torch, and persuaded himself in his heart:

Spend money to eliminate disasters and eliminate disasters. Who made him have a foolish old man. Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Thinking about it like this, Ren Zixuan clenched his fists and coughed, feeling much better. This froze him, and the clothes on his body are only half-wet and not dry. Hurry up, hurry up and go home after solving it.

Song Fusheng commanded everyone not to look at it again, why don't you dare to touch your own food?

Command the high butchers, let a few people take out the scales they sell pine nuts, scales, how many catties of grain in these carts are in total.

Let Mrs. Ma take a few old ladies to check how many bags of noodles there are and how many bags of rice there are.

Finally, he pointed to the cow shopkeeper and asked the cow shopkeeper to keep the account, and write down how many catties of these cars total, and how many catties of rice and noodles respectively, in duplicate, one for Grandpa to keep as the bottom account, and the other for the other.

Song Fusheng was surprised by the old lady's surprise "Yo, Niang, it's polished rice", and Mrs. Wang's "yes, yes, it's fine noodles," and handed another list to Ren Zisheng.

Ren Zipi took the list without smiling, staring at Song Fusheng with his eyes, as if to say:

As for it? Don't you just want me to take this list and purchase according to the notes on it? Afraid I'll mix whole grains into it again? Afraid that I will pay the bills? You're underestimating me too much.

Thinking of this, he couldn't control his emotions in the end, and laughed.

Song Fusheng looked back at him, and he didn't dodge when he was laughed at because he was a villain, and he seemed to be saying in his eyes:

We're not gentlemen, just half a catty.

You are your father, and I am here to live our days of rest.

Don't put the shelf of the aunt of the Hou Mansion in front of me, what kind of official's shelf.

Still underestimate you? I really underestimate you.

Your father can do this kind of thing for some relief food and some coarse food, and you have been educated by your father for many years, and it is definitely not everyone's demeanor.

With people like you, it's better to talk ugly in front, if you really want face, don't give me a pound, I thank you.

After this incident, we should not have been involved.

Ren Ziqi suddenly said: "In your spare time, Brother Song can come to my house to sit down." ”

Song Fusheng shook his head and smiled: "It's a cloth cloth, how dare you go to the house to ask for trouble." ”

After speaking, Song Fusheng pointed to the grain carts and motioned to carry them home.

Under his order, the front of the thatched house was very lively.

The boys rushed forward, picked up the rice bags and left, piling them up in the house.

Ren Zijiu and Ren Zihao's faces were extremely ugly, and the little guys who escorted the car over lowered their eyebrows and hid to the side, so that it was convenient for people to carry food into the house.

The children ran back and forth and screamed.

Song Jinbao has the loudest voice: "The relief grain is polished rice." ”

Ren Li was hearing this, and his heart ached.

Song Jinbao suddenly blessed his soul again: "I can eat dry rice, I can eat dry rice, and the fat girl eats dry rice." ”

Song Fuling said okay, eat dry rice.

Song Ling's response, the children don't believe the promises of adults, but they believe in the fat sister very much. It's true, really going to eat dry rice.

This is terrible, and more than two dozen children happily shouted together, "Eat dry rice."

Ren Zisheng, Xie Wenyu and a few others left in this cheer.

Song Fusheng didn't have a hard time for Xie Wenyu and them, whoever sat on the raft when they came, who would sit this time. Who walked the way when you came, how you came and how you came back.

Song Fugui was eager to try to row a boat to carry these people, so that Xie Wenyu's little servant found out and stopped it in time.

Just kidding, if you let them fall into the river again, no one will save them at this hour.

Song Fugui rubbed his hands embarrassedly and said: "I will charge you half a tael of silver, and I will give you a fall into the river, I am thinking, I will send it this time, I will send it to you, and I will express it." ”

You don't need to show it.

It was Wang Zhongyu who carried these people away.

When the raft sailed into the middle of the river, Song Fugui suddenly said to Song Fusheng: "I did it on purpose, damn it, as soon as I heard that it was this village that sat on our raft, I will?" Ahh ”

Song Fugui sneezed. He actually wanted to ask Brother Fusheng, he didn't cause trouble when he fell into the river, right?