Shuzhou Express, Jinyuan Mansion encountered a major flood in a hundred years, the mountain collapsed, countless villages were submerged, and the people were struggling to make a living.

Emperor specially allocated 500,000 taels of silver, so that Shen Ling was a disaster relief messenger, and Zhao Qi led the army to escort the silver taels and sent an envoy to Jinyuan Mansion.

The matter was urgent, and it was only overnight from the time the will came down to the time of departure.

The sky dew is slightly white, and there is a long queue in front of the Dali Temple, and everyone is ready to go.

Zhao Qi rode a black high-headed horse first, and waved his big palm forward: "Let's go." ”

At the gate of Jinyuan Mansion, the flood victims continued to pour in, all of whom were villagers outside the city who had lost their homes due to floods.

The prefect ordered the city gates to be wide open and erected several pergolas, but Rao still couldn't accommodate more and more people.

Ji Xingbang, the current prefect of Jinyuan Mansion, has not slept for several days, with thick dark circles on his lower eyelids, and countless red bloodshots floating under his eyes. ”

The master is already in his prime, he brushed his beard with trembling hands, shook his head, raised two fingers with his other hand, and sighed: "My lord, I'm afraid it will be eleven or twelve days at most." ”

Ji Xingbang looked up at the still cloudy sky, not knowing when he would see the sun.

The master said: "But don't worry, Lord Qincha is already on the way, as long as we survive this time, and when the disaster relief money arrives, I believe that the officials and people of Jinyuan Mansion will be able to get through this difficult time with one heart." ”

Ji Xingbang is not as optimistic as him, even if the envoy is fast, the round-trip journey may take more than a month, and how to get through the current difficulties is serious.

"My lord, I have a solution." The master calmed his eyes and said slowly: "There are quite a few squires in Jinyuan Mansion, if they are willing to lend a hand, each person will donate a little silver tael, and it will not be a problem to support the rest of the month." ”

Ji Xingbang was said like this, and his mind became active, it is exactly like this, the government also takes care of these squires on weekdays, and this time it is not the time to use them.

As he was talking, a servant came over to report: "My lord, the head of the Shangguan family has something important to ask to see your lordship." ”

The old master's face showed a calculating smile: "My lord, the Shangguan family is one of the most prestigious families in Jinyuan Mansion. ”

Ji Xingbang groaned slightly, and then made up his mind: "Go." ”

Su Musha rode into the city on the falling snow, and when he arrived at the gate of the city, because of the large number of people, he could only dismount and follow the flow of people.

The white-clothed and white-clothed horses are spotless, in sharp contrast to the surrounding victims who are covered in mud and lost their souls.

Someone took a few more looks, saw that he was dressed extraordinarily, and hesitated to ask for a few dollars, but when he saw his face colder than an iceberg and the cold cold of the black eyes that swept over, he retreated a few steps and did not dare to step forward in fear.

Su Musha didn't mean to do this, he was born indifferent, but he also knew that he didn't help the poor in emergencies, and it didn't matter to him if he gave a few dollars, but it wasn't a long-term solution.

Previously, Su Musha rushed all the way from Luoyang to Shangguan's house, and did not pass through the flooded place, only heard that the south of Jinyuan Mansion was heavily flooded.

When he arrived in the city, he saw the people huddled everywhere, and the officials carrying the corpses covered with white cloths passing by, and he realized that this flood was so ferocious.

When he arrived at a place where there were fewer people, Su Musha occasionally flashed a thought in his mind, not knowing who the emperor would send to relieve the disaster this time.

When he was about to turn the corner with a slow pace, he saw a little girl with a stained face in the corner of the wall, her face was so dirty that she couldn't see it clearly, but when those big black eyes blinked, it inexplicably made Su Musha feel a little like a young Shen Lingjun.

With such a thought, he patted the falling snow and asked it to wait obediently, while he walked to a bun shop next door.

The owner of the steamed bun shop had just steamed a basket of meat buns, and the smell of meat spread far away, and many victims looked at it with their eyes open, and their throats couldn't help but swallow their saliva, as if they had already eaten it.

"Alas......" The owner of the steamed bun shop also sighed: "What kind of year is this?" "He's not without sympathy, but this kind of small business, even if you give one or two handouts once in a while, can't stand so many people.

Besides, he knew that if he gave one, the others would rush to him. Therefore, if you harden your heart, you should not see it.

When Su Musha walked over, the owner of the bun shop said with a smile: "Son, do you have a few meat buns, they just came out of the pot." ”

Su Musha took out a silver ticket and handed it over, and his tone was light: "How many buns can I buy you?" ”

The owner of the bun shop stuck his head out to take a look, and gasped: "One ...... One hundred thousand taels! "That's enough to buy a couple of bun shops!

"The money is collected." Su Musha threw the silver ticket on the table in front of him, and raised his hand to the place of the little girl behind him: "Give them food." ”

The owner of the bun shop lowered his head and held the silver ticket in both hands, he had never seen such a large denomination, and he was stunned for a while.

By the time he raised his head, the young man in white had already disappeared.

"Okay, good!" The owner of the steamed bun shop raised a smile and beckoned to the victims: "Come and eat the steamed buns, someone has a treat!" ”

As the owner of the steamed bun shop expected, those people really swarmed up, taking as much as they could, and stuffing them into their mouths.

No one has time to ask, who is so kind.

Su Musha stopped in front of the lagging little girl, spread out his right hand, and on top of it were two meat buns with white flowers padded with silk.

The little girl blinked, looked at the beautiful uncle in front of her, and hesitated.

"Eat." Su Musha said lightly.

After a while, the little girl picked it up, glared at her big innocent eyes, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Su Musha led the falling snow and continued to walk forward, and that was all he could do.

After a stick of incense, Su curtain stopped in front of an all-black building. The building is quietly located in the back alley, out of place with other houses, silent and cold.

He slowly tied the falling snow to the stone of the horse at the door, and then walked gracefully up the wooden staircase outside.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, a woman dressed in plain clothes came down, and she walked gently with a veil on her head.

As she passed by, the woman hurried by with her head down, and Su Musha paused.

A gust of wind blew just in time, raising the corner of the woman's veil, revealing an ugly and distorted face.

Su Mu's dark eyes were indifferent, and he continued to walk forward.

There was no door in the room, and Su Musha walked in directly.

However, the empty hall, not to mention that there is not even a person, not even a pair of tables and chairs. Some are nothing more than countless bird cages hanging from them, and strangely enough, there are no birds inside.

Su Musha walked to the center, took out another one from the silver bag, raised his right hand, and the silver ticket flew out, submerging into the deep black.

There was no sound in the hall, as if there was no one at all.

However, the silver ticket thrown out by Su Musha did not come back, and naturally it did not land.

After a long time, a hearty laugh came from an unknown place, and the depressed dull tone said with a smile: "Su Sanshao's shot is generous." ”

Su Musha held a sword in one hand and said in a cool voice: "So, Xuanjilou took it?" ”

The words of the other side were also brief: "Tomorrow is not three o'clock, one hand will pay the money and the other hand will deliver." ”

Su Musha didn't say much, and turned around and went out directly.

Buy the news, and naturally get Xuanji Tower. But since last year, after sketching took revenge as the owner of Xuanji Tower, Xuanji Tower has been renovated, and since then it has only sold news to trustworthy people.

It was above Guan Fei who thought about looking for Xuanji Tower, but he didn't find the way.

And Su Musha, as long as he wants to do, there is nothing in this world that cannot be done.

From this side, Su Musha went to another place.

Compared to the deserted area, it is much more lively here.

There are always places where no matter what happens outside, it will never change.

The gambling house is one of them.

When Su Mu passed over, the two thugs guarding the door of the gambling house took a closer look. I feel that his cold and dusty temperament can't match the casino, but he looks at his clothes without a trace, although the clothes are the purest white, but the white background is bordered with silver threads, look carefully, there are complex dark lines on the cuffs and corners, but they are all the same color, and they can't be seen clearly from a distance.

The thug was sure that this was a rich man. As the saying goes, if you are rich, you are the uncle, and the two thugs are happy to welcome you.

Su Mu covered it and glanced around, choosing an empty table. Although there was a banker standing there, no one came here to gamble.

Because, a game here starts with a thousand taels, and ordinary people dare not go to the table.

Su Musha stood in front of the table, his eyebrows were sparse, and a stack of silver tickets between his fingers was still on the table, and said lightly: "All in bet." ”

The person who was the banker was originally bored to throw the dice and play by himself, and when he saw this noble son coming to the door, he laughed in his heart, and the big man was wronged.

When he looked down at the silver taels on the table, his face was stunned, and the silver tickets starting with a thousand taels were stacked. Rao was also a little shocked by the people who had seen various scenes in the casino.

The table next to him felt the aura here, and they gathered around one by one, and when they saw this scene, they whispered to each other: "What is the origin of this son, he has such a big shot." ”

"I guess it's a son from a famous family who doesn't know the world, how can anyone come up and bet so big."

There are also people who hold their hands around and say with a smile: "It's just called the golden boy who sends the child, and the silver is sent to the gambling house." ”

"Hahahaha~" The others laughed, this man has always been poor.

The banker stood up straight: "Childe is sure to bet?" ”

Su Musha's cold eyes were indifferent, and he bowed his head slightly.

The dealer hooked the corner of his mouth: "Buy big and buy small?" ”

Su Musha said: "Small." ”

Do Zhuang push over: "Childe came first?" ”

Su Musha shook his head: "You come first." ”

You're welcome to be a banker, a bamboo tube is full of tricks, turning in the air thirty-six times, and then slamming it on the table.

'Bang~' didn't make a sound, but it hit the tip of everyone's heart, and everyone stretched their necks, curious about the outcome.

The banker is obviously very confident in his own voice, otherwise the gambling house would not have handed over such an important table to him.

He chuckled lightly and said, "Childe is sure that it will not change?" ”

Su Mu's dark eyes were calm and unfluctuating.

The Zhuang held the bamboo tube and slowly lifted it, everyone held their breath and concentrated, and when they saw the three dice standing in a row, only revealing the top point, they couldn't help but clap their hands.

At the same time, he looked at Su Musha with sympathy, even if he threw the same number of points, he lost.

The Zhuang was obviously very proud, he copied it with his right hand, and the dice re-entered the bamboo tube, and said with a provocative smile: "Childe, please." ”

Su Musha didn't say a word, took it with his left hand, held the bamboo tube with two fingertips and twisted it, and the bamboo tube kept turning on the table, and the person who turned straight was dazzled and dizzy, and then slowly stopped.

The crowd of onlookers was now more excited than Su Musha himself, clenching his fists with both hands, and silently chanting in his mouth: Open, open.

Immediately after, Su Musha's left hand was raised, the bamboo tube was carried up by the wind, everyone lowered their heads together, looked fixedly, but exclaimed at the same time.