There are only a few days left before the Chinese New Year, and the topics brought by the Dingbei geodemotion have not only not subsided, but have become more.

The streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses, are all discussing the tragic situation in Dingbei, and people are worried about it.

"It's too bad."

"Yes, I heard that many families have been buried, and only one child has survived......

"It's all the New Year, but this kind of thing happened, alas!"

Someone walked into the tea shop with excitement in his eyes: "Have you heard, a tea merchant donated 5,000 taels of silver to the imperial court, asking the imperial court to use this money for disaster relief in Dingbei."

"Is there such a benevolent businessman?"

"What's so strange about this, Miss Kou from Qingsong Bookstore also gave porridge and meat before, and she didn't spend much money. There are so many rich people in our capital, and there must be many kind-hearted people."

When the man who had just walked in heard this, he clapped his hands: "That's right, after the tea merchant donated the silver, several more benevolent merchants donated money. The court is grateful for their benevolence and righteousness, and will hold a banquet in the Lotus Garden on the 28th day of the lunar month."

Not long after, news came out again: the Lotus Garden held a banquet, and His Royal Highness King Xiu would personally come forward to entertain him.

This is very tempting for some wealthy businessmen.

Dingbei disaster relief is the time when the whole capital is paying attention, not to mention that donations can win a good reputation, and they can also participate in the banquet of the prince's hospitality, which can be recorded on the family tree.

Donate, must donate!

The wind of donations soon blew among the wealthy families in the capital, and then some officials also donated salaries one after another. Of course, most officials don't donate much, after all, their salaries are small, and only those with thick families or *** can donate more.

Some wives and wives of official eunuchs and noble families also took action and generously donated fat powder money.

The household officials who are specially responsible for receiving donations are busy with their feet on the ground, but their spirits are excited, and their abacus beads are non-stop.

A Jin Linwei walked in and was recognized by the bookkeeper: "Deputy Yan Qianhu."

There are many officials in the capital, and they don't all know each other as officials in the same dynasty, but Jinlinwei is more special, and while hundreds of officials respect and stay away, they will also try to remember those who have a head and face in Jinlinwei.

If you don't work hard, you can't do it, what if you can't recognize it and accidentally offend.

Yan Chao handed over one hundred taels of silver tickets and motioned to the officials to write them down.

The official said nice words, and secretly wondered in his heart: I really didn't expect that a small thousand households in Jinlin Wei also had the consciousness of donating money.

Yan Chao and the other officials kept the accounts and didn't leave, and took out a stack of silver tickets from their arms: "This is a little bit of our mind from Lord He."

The official took the count and counted it, surprise flashing in his eyes.

and there were two thousand taels.

But soon he didn't feel strange, it was not easy for Jin Linwei to make money, not to mention that this Lord He was still a marquis.

"Lord He is really benevolent." The official praised casually, put away the silver ticket, and handed over a post of the Lotus Garden to the banquet.

Yan Chao is not a person who talks much, and he has to turn around when he puts away the post.

"May I ask if the North Disaster Relief Donation is here?" A female voice came.

Yan Chao heard this familiar voice and turned his head to look.

"Miss Kou."

Xin Yu was a little surprised when she saw Yan Chao: "Deputy Yan Qianhu is also there."

Yan Chao's mind turned, and he spoke for He Qingxiao: "Lord He asked me to send donations for him."

Nowadays, many brothers in Beizhen Fusi aim to help Lord He marry Miss Kou, and he is no exception.

cough, it's not that they're not in a hurry, it's that the eldest is not small, the main thing is that Miss Kou is too rich.

Surprise flashed in Xin Yu's eyes: "Lord He donated money?"

Now that she understands Lord He's financial situation, she still has money to donate?

Yan Chao's heart was puzzled: Did they donate money to make Miss Kou so surprised?

"Yes. Our adults are very sympathetic to the victims of the Dingbei disaster, but we are too busy these days, so let me run for him." Yan Chao's gaze fell on the box that Xiaolian was holding, "Is Miss Kou also here to donate money?"

Nowadays, the trend of donation is prevalent, and many women will donate

out of jewelry. In Yan Chao's opinion, the box Xiaolian was holding should be gold jewelry.

This box of gold jewelry is worth thousands of taels of silver, worthy of Miss Kou.

"Yes. Xiaolian—"

Xiaolian stepped forward and put the box she was holding in front of the official in charge of checking and registering.

Originally, Yan Chao should have left, but he was curious about how much Miss Kou would donate, so he didn't move.

The official has collected a lot of property in the past few days, and he has already stopped his heart, opened the box with a calm face, and then straightened his eyes.

It's a box full of silver tickets!

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred......" After counting, the official gasped and his voice trembled, "Fifty thousand taels!"

The other officials had already gathered around, and they looked at Xin Yu in shock when they got the result.

"Miss Kou, do you really want to donate all this?" The officials who counted the money were incredulous.

Xin Yu bowed: "Dingbei is affected by the disaster, we will do our best."

Modest Strength –

The dumbfounded household officials looked at the dumbfounded Jinlinwei deputy Qianhu, and at this moment their hearts were the same: how much money did Miss Kou have!

Everyone was so shocked that they lost their voices, and Xin Yu said with a straight face: "Please remember clearly, Kou Qingqing."

The official came back to his senses: "Miss Kou, please rest assured, you must remember clearly. Ah, Miss Kou, wait a minute."

The bookkeeper and his subordinates gave an explanation, and rushed to see Shangfeng.

The person who is specifically responsible for this donation is Zhang Jian, the head of the household department.

The six waiters are respected on the left, the two waiters in the household department, Pei Zuo on the left, and Zhang Jian on the right. It was said that Pei Shilang's name was good, so he pressed Zhang Shilang.

This time, Pei Zuo led the errand of disaster relief, and in the future, he would be better than the one in charge of logistics.

The bookkeeper reported the news of Miss Kou's donation of 50,000 taels of silver to Shangfeng, and Shangfeng hurriedly went to report to Zhang Shilang.

Zhang Shilang is carefully looking through the donation list of the past few days, and anyone who donates more than 1,000 taels of silver will be recorded on a list as a list of banquets in the Lotus Garden.

This time, the emperor attaches great importance to fundraising, and the prince accompanies him, and it will be troublesome if someone is missed from the list. Zhang Shilang does not seek merit but seeks no fault, but he does not dare to be sloppy.

"My lord, there is something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Shilang rubbed his eyebrows, a little worried, "There are fewer people who come to donate silver today?"

When I went back and reported the account book, there was no doubt that the more money I raised, the happier the emperor became.

The emperor was happy, and he was naturally satisfied with their errand.

"Just now, Miss Kou from Qingsong Bookstore came over and donated 50,000 taels of silver."

"How much?" Zhang Shilang thought he had heard it wrong.

"Fifty thousand taels - my lord, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Shilang pinched his middle man hard, so he didn't faint with excitement: "Are you sure?"

"Miss Kou is still there—"

Zhang Shilang didn't care about listening, so he rushed out.

Zhang Shilang was in the prime of life, and he was not slow to run, so he quickly stopped when he reached the door, straightened his clothes and walked in.

"Miss Kou, this is our squire." The official reminded Xin Yu.

Xinyu curts.

Zhang Shilang laughed loudly: "Miss Kou doesn't need to be polite. Zhang has heard of Miss Kou's reputation for a long time, and today he finally met the real person."

Xin Yu's gaze swept over the nail prints on Zhang Shilang's middle school, and he smiled politely.