With the loss of time, more and more people are coming.

The table was already full of people.

There were also many people standing on both sides and sticking their heads out to watch.

Song Qingyuan, with Shen Biqing, Red Sleeves, and Da Lang, and a group of Pudu Temple monks, as the organizers, sat on the right side of the venue.

Her eyes scanned the room, and she quickly spotted a problem.

Sitting around the table were all rich and noble, even eunuchs and their families.

And most of the people standing around the sidelines are ordinary people.

Song Qingyuan didn't believe that these rich and noble people came earlier than the people.

"Alas!"

Song Qingyuan sighed lowly, and sadness inevitably rose in his heart.

In this feudal society, the idea that people are divided into three, six, nine and so on has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow of people.

It's not just the aristocracy who thinks they're on top.

These poor people, psychologically, have put themselves at the end and are inferior.

Otherwise, how could they be so "aware of current affairs" and stand in avoidance of seats.

This kind of thinking under the influence of feudalism, Song Qingyuan can only watch dryly, and there is nothing he can do.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it, Song Qingyuan put his eyes back into the field.

There are eight tables in a horizontal row, four on the left and four on the right, with an aisle in the middle.

Naturally, a situation of men on the left and women on the right has been formed.

Almost all of them, with the men sitting on the left and the women on the right.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Three bells are ringing, and the charity auction will officially begin.

Master Pratt & Whitney stood up and was about to take Saburo to the auction table.

I saw people dressed in eunuch clothes who were escorted by the Imperial Forest Army and hurried over.

When I looked closely, it was the emperor who was waiting for the chief of Ouchi, Father-in-law De.

"Preaching the Word of the Holy Lord......"

A sharp voice sounded inside the Pudu Temple.

When everyone heard this, they didn't get up and shouted long live.

"Do good deeds, promote good knowledge, spread good virtues......"

"A charitable foundation should be established."

"I am the Lord of the world, and I should set an example for all people." The fastest update of the network on the computer: //www.. /

"Give me something today and hand it over to the Foundation for auction!"

Father-in-law De said, handing over the object he was holding in his hand to Master Pratt & Whitney.

"This is a high-grade stone-eyed inkstone, which was donated by the emperor for auction by the charity foundation, and the master was asked to accept it."

"Amitabha!"

Master Pratt & Whitney read a sentence, stretched out his hands, solemnly took it, and held it high above his head.

At the same time, he said, "Thank you, Lord Longne! ”

"The old man treats the people of the world, and thanks to the emperor's love for the people like a son."

"Long live our emperor! Banzai! Hooray! ”

"Great Qi Yongsheng, thousands of years."

One after another, the voices rang out in unison.

"Everyone, please get up."

Father-in-law De said, and said with a smile, "The miscellaneous family came here this time to watch this charity auction on the order of the saint. ”

"Wait until I return to the palace and tell the emperor to listen."

"Father-in-law, please!"

Master Puhui stretched out his hand and pointed and led Gonggong De to the front and middle table.

This table is all nobles in the DPRK and China, and it is indescribably expensive.

However, Gonggong De represents the saint of today, and it is okay to sit here.

After the Duke of De sat down, there were court officials and noble children outside the Pudu Temple, who came one after another.

Xiao Jingduo and Mu Zhuoxi and others were also among them.

The people sitting in front of them gave up their seats one after another, and for a while, the scene became lively again.

Master Puhui waited for a while, and when the slate was over, he led San Lang to the auction table.

"Lao Gu Puhui, I have seen all the donors."

"Amitabha!"

"Today in this Pudu Temple, Lao Qu solemnly announced in the name of Buddhism that the charity foundation ...... Correct! Style! Yes! Stand! ”

"At the beginning of the establishment, honorary members were recruited."

"Anyone who is willing to contribute people, money, and efforts, respond to the call of the foundation, do good deeds for life, and help the poor people can join the association."

"Anyone who is interested can go to Song Nongnu's place to sign up."

Master Puhui stretched out his hand and pointed to Song Qingyuan, who was sitting on the right side of the stands.

Seeing this, Song Qingyuan hurriedly got up.

Facing the people in the banquet, he bowed his head slightly and nodded.

Then he sat down again, looking at the stage with a pair of eyes.

I only heard Master Pratt & Whitney continue, "Today is the charity auction prepared by the Charity Foundation at the beginning of its establishment. ”

"Thank you to all the donors for their donations to charitable foundations, to promote Buddhism and to pass on good deeds."

"The Buddha will be grateful for the kindness of all people, and will bring down merit and bless the world."

"Amitabha!"

Master Puhui was chanting a Buddha name, and his eyes turned to San Lang.

"This charity auction was presided over by Guozi Jian and Song Huaizhi."

As soon as the words fell, Saburo on his side stepped forward and bent over.

raised his voice and said, "Student Song Huaizhi, you are polite here!" ”

The clear and high voice spread far away.

The little boy has faded into immaturity, and the contours of his face have begun to be angular.

His gaze has also become resolute, and he has the temperament of a mature man.

On the thin shoulders, the word responsibility is carried.

Song Qingyuan looked at it from afar, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

At the same time, a voice sounded in my heart.

One day, her third brother will become her pride.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Song Qingyuan clapped his hands together and took the lead in applauding.

Seeing this, Shen Biqing, Red Sleeves and others hurriedly followed.

This led to thunderous applause from the audience.

Saburo swept away, and a warm feeling of being supported, affirmed, and unconditionally trusted by his family arose.

It's like a force injected into it.

Saburo's nervous heart also calmed down and raised a gentle and warm smile.

He said loudly, "The ancients said that those who are good are also good." ”

"Good must not be lost, evil must not be long, do not take evil as small, do not take good as small."

With that, Saburo gave up his hand again.

Said solemnly, "Song Huaizhi is here, thank all the people of Daqi who are willing to do good deeds and accumulate good virtues." ”

"Now, let's take the first lot."

Saburo stretched out his hand to signal.

Soon, Master Puhui personally put the stone-eyed inkstone donated by the emperor on the auction table. www.. m..

"The round pond is like water, and the light Han dyes the smoke."

"This inkstone is square, well-crafted, and upright."

"As we all know, the quality of an inkstone is judged by whether it is pure, warm and delicate."

"How is this inkstone ...... Everyone knows it at a glance. ”

San Lang stretched out his hand and pointed at Master Pratt & Whitney's side to introduce it to everyone.

In fact, there is no need for him to say more, since it is a thing used in the Holy World today, how can it be bad.

also thought of this, and Saburo then said, "The quality of the inkstone is secondary." ”

"What's more important is that this inkstone carries the heart of my great Qi king, who loves the people like a son."

"Song Huaizhi represents the people of the world and thanks the saints."

"Long live our emperor! Banzai! Hooray! ”

San Lang shouted, immediately knelt on the ground, and worshiped the inkstone.

When the people saw this, they followed suit.

"Long live our emperor! Banzai! Hooray! ”

After a burst of singing praises fell.

San Lang got up and announced, "This stone eye is an inkstone, the auction has officially begun, please bid......"

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