After a while, one of the people who looked like the leader stood up, bowed to Pei Yuanhao and said: "Your Highness, the victims of the disaster do not have enough food to eat when they enter the city. This is the case every year. Even if we reach into the fields,

It’s impossible to dig out so much rice.”

"Yeah!"

"Our life is not easy either!"

"Besides," the man added, "in business, our food is not washed away by floods, but bought with free money, and we are still waiting for the money from selling food to make ends meet."
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The people below all agreed, but Pei Yuanhao just looked at him without speaking. The man boldly said: "But since His Highness has asked to raise food, we should also do something for the court..."

When I heard this, I was overjoyed. As long as these businessmen were willing to take action, the victims' affairs would not be a problem.

"...This time I raise food, and I will travel a thousand kilograms!"

My heart sank immediately after hearing this. One thousand kilo of rice is not even enough for the porridge factory outside for one day!

When the people below heard this, some even laughed secretly, and someone immediately said: "In this case, we will also pay a thousand dan!"

"Our shop at Gao Shengxing is small, but we can't keep up with Boss Liu, so let's pay 800 dan!"

"I'll pay six hundred..."

One after another, the voices are ringing in the ears. No matter what these people say, it is just a drop in the bucket. I remember someone once said that the rice and grain merchants in Yangzhou are the kings of Fubi. There are also people in the underworld who say foul things about these people.

Even if you fart, your crotch will be greasy, but now when we are helping the victims, all we have to offer are some ballast items.

I gritted my teeth angrily and whispered: "These people are really not afraid of death!"

After hearing these words, Yang Yunhui, who had been standing next to me, looked a little strange, and said in a weird tone: "What are you doing if you are afraid of death?"

Only then did I remember that his father, Yang Wanyun, was an imperial businessman. He was a businessman, so he wouldn't be so generous in such a situation.

It seemed that it was really not easy to raise food. I sighed, turned around and left.

But just after taking two steps, I heard Yang Yunhui say from behind: "Why don't you help Third Brother think of a solution?"

"..." I stopped and looked back at him.

"It's still tens of thousands of lives anyway," he said with a smile: "Miss Yue, you are a kind-hearted person. Even assassins can't bear to hurt you. What's more, those victims, who are starving and dead all over the place, are not what you want to see.

Right."

I looked at him, didn't say anything after all, but turned around and went back.

Pei Yuanhao never returned to the inner courtyard that day. It was very quiet outside, and you could even hear the sound of falling snow.

It wasn't until very late that the room gradually became dark, and I was holding a candlelight before I heard the sound of footsteps crunching on the snow, slowly coming from a distance.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Even though it was so late, I still saw the almost irrepressible evil spirit in his eyes for the first time, but the evil spirit seemed to dissipate a lot the moment he entered the room.

Maybe it was because the incense had been lit in the room, or maybe it was because the refreshments on the table were exuding a faint heat. Pei Yuanhao was stunned for a moment when he looked at them, and then he looked at me. I stepped forward to take them.

He took off his robe and dusted off the snow: "Your Highness, you must not have eaten much today. Let's have some refreshments first."

He looked at me again and slowly walked to the table and sat down. I hung up my clothes and walked over and handed him the hot tea.
Chapter completed!