Chapter 847

Feng Yichen's handsome face showed a cold and unfathomable light smile, and he replied: "The businessman's surname is Yun and his name is Che, and the food is hoarded on the top of Dongshan Mountain. I have already posted a notice, and today I have collected enough food." If you donate money, you can open the warehouse to release food early tomorrow morning.

The porridge sheds in various shelters will receive food to help the people in the south survive the whole winter...

If you have the money to donate, if you don’t have the money, donate some jewelry items that you wear with you. I will record all the money on this banner, hang it in the most prosperous area of ​​Nancheng, and display it, so that the people in the whole Nancheng will know your kindness and goodwill...”

As he said that, Feng Yichen asked the boy to walk in front of these guests with the box in his arms, and the boy would yell at how much money each person gave, "So-and-so, how many taels of silver, Mr. So-and-so is rich and powerful. lavish.

Mrs. So-and-so donated jasper bracelets, gemstone rings..."

This made He Changqing, who was bleeding heart and didn't want to take out any money, had to bite the bullet and took out a bank note and threw it into the cardboard box.

Seeing that He Changqing was about to lose his footing, He Jingxian hurriedly supported He Changqing from behind, and said in a low voice, "Father, what's going on here? Mr. Yun didn't give me any answer, so he sold this batch of grain gone?"

He Changqing's eyes were red with anger, he gave He Jingxian a hard look, gritted his teeth and said, "You asked me, and I want to ask you, what did you tell him? Let him occupy our food so quickly Got it for yourself?

Now that even the notices have been posted, even if I want to transfer this batch of grain, it is impossible. "

The news came so suddenly, without a single word of wind leaking out, which caught him off guard and left him in a completely passive state.

He Changqing regretted that his intestines were green, "Don't let me catch this bastard, otherwise, I will definitely skin him, constrict his tendons, and drink his blood."

He Jingxian reminded: "Father, don't forget, who is this Yun Che fighting against us for?"

He Changqing's eyes shot towards Chu Yunyao like knives.

Chu Yunyao turned her head, met He Changqing's gaze, and returned him a bright smile.

He Changqing: "..."

He Changqing wished he could spit out a mouthful of old blood.

It just so happened that the servant walked up to He Jingxian: "Second Miss He, how much do you plan to donate?"

He Jingxian said angrily: "I have a share of the taels donated by my father just now. I don't have any taels with me."

The servant's face remained unchanged, and he smiled slightly: "Second Miss He, what Mr. He donates is considered Mr. He's, and what you donate is yours. If you don't bring any silver taels, you can also donate the jewelry you wear."

In order not to let his young master pay for it out of pocket, the servant is also very desperate to get the money.

He Jingxian was already in a bad mood, and the beautiful man Yun Che who finally fell in love with her played a trick on her, took away so much food from the He family without spending a penny, and was scolded by her father. , Father no longer trusts himself.

She thought too simply and too conceitedly, thinking that Yun Che had already offended Mo Lingyuan of Jincheng, and would not be so bold as to offend the He family of Nancheng as well.

I really didn't expect that this Yun Che would risk his life for the sake of a married woman, Chu Yunyao.

If she didn't kill this guy, she wouldn't be worthy of being the second young lady of the He family.

He Jingxian vented all the anger in her heart to the servant: "The jewelry that this lady wears comes in sets, so they cannot be donated."

Unexpectedly, the little servant didn't give her any face, and shouted at the top of his voice: "He Jingxian, the second miss of the He family, don't donate a cent!"