Can I get to the other side?

Although he was quite surprised that Shi Delu's grandson was Shi Bao, Liu Xie didn't care too much. After all, he was only a ten-year-old child and it would take him several years to grow up.

So he just remembered the name, and then praised Shi Delu a few more words, and let him leave.

Looking at Shi Delu's old and hunched back disappearing outside the hall, Liu Xie couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It is urgent to improve productivity."

The tragic scene of cannibalism was too shocking.

And the subsequent unification of the world would require the support of a large amount of money and grain.

He had a deep sense of urgency.

He had handed over the research and manufacture of the curved plow and textile machine to the craftsmen of the Zhen family. This thing is not high-tech and it will be made in a short time.

Of course, this cannot fundamentally improve the problem.

It is not possible to improve productivity and improve the overall national strength overnight.

There is a long way to go.

…

As the days passed, the top of the daily donation list remained high, but the enthusiasm for donations gradually declined. The number of people participating in donations every day was decreasing, and the donated materials were also decreasing.

Those who should have donated had already donated, and the rest were either unwilling to donate or were unable to do so.

In this way, the fifteenth day soon arrived.

That was the deadline for donations.

Today, Fan the butcher came to the imperial notice as usual to watch and take a look at his name written at the top of the donation list on the first day.

There were many people around the imperial notice who were watching the excitement or coming to donate, and they greeted him after seeing him.

"Oh, isn't this Fan the Butcher?"

"The great philanthropist is here!"

"Is he the one who donated 20 strings of cash and half a pig on the first day?"

"Yes, he was even summoned by the emperor!"

"It's really glorious to be able to see the emperor."

"You can do it if you donate that much."

"Come on, I can't afford it."

"It's just that no one donated on the first day, so he got a big bargain. Later, a rich businessman donated 500 stones of rice to grab the top of the donation list on the seventh day."

"You can't say that. People are willing to donate to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. If you have the ability, you can donate too."

"Fan the Butcher is still righteous."

...

Under the imperial edict, the onlookers talked a lot.

When the notice was issued on the first day, it was afternoon, and the news was not widely spread, so Fan the Butcher, who donated 20 strings of cash and half a pig, became the top of the day and was summoned by the emperor.

But starting from the second day, the number of donors and the amount of donations began to increase sharply, so it was said that Fan the Butcher had picked up a big bargain.

Of course, such weird people are a minority after all, and most people still admire Fan the Butcher, because even twenty strings of money are not something that everyone can afford.

"Thank you, everyone, thank you."

Hearing the praises and greetings coming from his ears, Fan the Butcher kept bowing in return, and even his back straightened a little, and his heart was even more happy.

He donated just because he was hot-blooded at the time, and he regretted it when he went back home at night.

But what happened next was beyond his expectations.

The next day he was summoned by the emperor, and then praised by the emperor himself. In addition, the business of the pork shop became several times better than before.

More importantly, it was a face-saving thing!

In the past, neighbors either avoided him or scolded him behind his back;

But now he is praised wherever he goes, and everyone knows that he is a great man.

This kind of satisfaction cannot be bought with money!

Thinking of this, Fan the butcher hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said to the official: "I want to donate more, another ten strings of money!"

The people exclaimed again when they heard this.

Someone asked: "Fan the butcher, didn't you donate before? Why do you want to donate again? You have too much money and have nowhere to spend it."

Including the previous donations, it is thirty strings of money!

Ordinary people don't spend so much money in a year!

Fan the butcher shook his head and said: "I don't have much money. These ten strings of money are my last savings, but as long as I can save a few more people, this donation is worth it!"

"Your Majesty talked to me a lot that day. Your Majesty is a benevolent monarch. It is not easy to resettle those refugees."

"Of course I have to share some of the burden for Your Majesty."

Fan the butcher said it with great righteousness, but in fact he didn't say a few words to the emperor that day. He kept his head down and trembled the whole time.

But of course he had to brag in front of outsiders.

As expected, after these words were spoken, the people around admired him and praised him.

"Fan the butcher is really righteous!"

"Then I will do my part and donate one tael of money!"

"I will donate too!"

"It seems that the people who donated money are all ordinary people like us. It seems that none of the wealthy families donated money."

"I also found out that I didn't see any of them. They are so rich but they are reluctant to donate. They are really stingy."

"Famous families, huh."

"That's right, they are not as good as Fan the butcher!"

"Don't even mention Fan the butcher. Wu Dalang who sells sesame cakes is better than them. He donated three sesame cakes!"

"Be careful, the mouth can cause trouble."

"What's the use of them? What can I do if I say it."

...

Fan the butcher's act of donating money again attracted praise, and also made many people talk about the major families in the city.

Because they haven't seen the names of those aristocratic families on the list these days, one by one, they seem to have disappeared.

The people have been talking about this for a long time. Now that they see Fan the butcher donating money again, they can't help but think of the behavior of those aristocratic families pretending to be deaf and dumb again.

"What's so strange about this?" Fan the butcher sneered and said, "Those aristocratic masters are high above, how can they care about the lives of ordinary people? Even if they starve to death in front of them, they won't even look at them!"

"It's still our Majesty who is benevolent and cares about the people."

Everyone echoed.

However, at this moment, a gorgeous carriage drove from the road, and the onlookers were shocked and made way.

The carriage stopped in front of the imperial list.

Then the curtain was lifted, Yang Biao got off the carriage, and went straight to the official in charge of counting donations, and said lightly: "I am the loyal and righteous marquis Yang Biao, on behalf of my Hongnong Yang family, donating 20,000 shi of grain."

This light sentence shocked everyone in the room!

"2, 20,000 shi?!"

The official was also shocked when he heard this, and first bowed to Yang Biao, and then asked carefully: "Are you sure, Marquis? Donate 20,000 shi of grain?"

20,000 shi of grain is enough to feed 40,000 people for a month!

The amount Yang Biao donated at once was more than all the donations they received in the previous fourteen days!

"Of course." Yang Biao nodded slightly, and said seriously: "The country is in crisis and the people are suffering. My Hongnong Yang family has been blessed by the Han Dynasty for generations. How can we not think of repaying it?"

"My Yang family has been raising grain for some time, and now we have raised it all, a total of 20,000 shi of grain, all donated for the resettlement of refugees."

The people around were all shocked when they heard this.

This is a full 20,000 shi of grain!

They just donated it as soon as they said they would?

"It turns out that the Yang family didn't want to donate, they just kept raising money. We misunderstood."

"As expected of the Marquis of Loyalty!"

"How much is 20,000 shi of grain worth?"

"This is too generous!"

"The Yang family is the most generous in the Han Dynasty!"

"These big families are really rich. My family can't eat all the grain in ten lifetimes!"

...

The people were amazed. They couldn't even think of 20,000 shi of grain. They were still saying that the aristocratic families didn't donate.

As a result, Yang Biao donated 20,000 shi of grain!

Butcher Fan swallowed his saliva, carefully stepped back a few steps, hid himself in the crowd, and tried not to attract attention.

The official also reacted at this time, and hurriedly wrote down the name and amount on the donation list, and shouted loudly: "The Hongnong Yang family donated 20,000 shi of grain! Great charity, good name on the imperial list!"

This voice attracted many passers-by.

They all ran over to watch.

Yang Biao smiled slightly, but he did not leave immediately, but stood there waiting.

He came here on time, and now there was less than half an hour left before sunset, and he had to make sure that no one donated more than him before the donation was over.

He was determined to make this man the first philanthropist!

Just as Yang Biao was thinking this in his heart, another carriage drove over and stopped in front of the imperial edict, and then an old man with gray hair got off the carriage.

It was Fu Wan!

Yang Biao's face changed suddenly.

Why did this old guy come?

Fu Wan also noticed Yang Biao standing in front of the imperial edict, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Mr. Yang? Why are you here?"

He deliberately chose this time to come to donate.

How could he meet Yang Biao here?

Yang Biao was extremely embarrassed, and forced a smile: "Didn't I say before that I would donate my salary? I happened to pass by today and just donated."

He tried to block Fu Wan's sight with his body, so that he couldn't see the name written on the imperial edict and the donation amount.

But his action was a step too late after all. Fu Wan had already seen the words on the imperial edict and was immediately furious!

"Yang Biao, you are shameless!" Fu Wan directly cursed Yang Biao: "Donate salary? When did your salary increase to 20,000 stones of grain? What kind of official are you!"

"You despicable old thief!"

Seeing that Yang Biao donated 20,000 stones of grain, how could Fu Wan not understand his plan? This old guy clearly wanted to compete for the title of the best man in the Han Dynasty!

Yang Biao knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "My salary alone is not enough, so after thinking about it, I still notified my family to help raise a little bit."

"Your Majesty wants to resettle the people and lacks food. My Yang family has been blessed by the Han Dynasty for generations. Can we just ignore it?"

This reason is barely tenable. But Fu Wan didn't buy it, and angrily said, "Why are you hiding it? You lied to me before that you wouldn't donate, how can you be so shameless!"

"Now all the civil and military officials in the court haven't donated, only you have donated, you are the only loyal minister, good minister, wise minister? Where do you put us! You are just afraid that someone will snatch the title of the best man in the Han Dynasty from you!"

Yang Biao's thoughts were exposed, and he couldn't refute for a while.

But he suddenly realized something, looked at Fu Wan with sharp eyes, and asked, "Why are you here?"

He came here to donate food.

Why did Fu Wan come here?

The imperial notice is at the city gate, which is not on the way to Fu Wan's home. Why did this old guy come all the way here?

"I want to leave the city, what's your business?"

Fu Wan now took the moral high ground and said confidently: "But since I saw the shameless behavior of an old thief like you, I naturally can't remain indifferent!"

After saying that, he directly said to the official: "I am Fu Wan, the head of the state, and I will donate one hundred thousand guan on behalf of the Fu family!"

"Someone, bring down all the boxes!"

After giving the order, several servants moved seven or eight boxes from the carriage and opened them in front of everyone.

It was actually filled with golden cakes!

Yang Biao donated 20,000 shi of food. Although it was surprising, it was just a number after all. They didn't have a clear idea, but the money Fu Wan donated was here!

Gold is extremely precious, and the visual impact of a gold cake worth one hundred thousand dollars is simply unparalleled!

Everyone around Huangbang was stunned. All of a sudden, various gasping sounds could be heard one after another.

"Oh my God! So much gold!"

"One hundred thousand dollars!"

"How many houses, how many beauties, and how many clothes can this buy?"

"I've never seen so much gold in my life!"

"D-donated everything?"

Generally speaking, to describe a person who is rich, it is called a fortune, but Fu Wan donated 100,000 yuan in one go!

I would never dream of doing this!

Yang Biao's expression changed drastically, and he said angrily to Fu Wan: "Fu Wan! Didn't you say you have no money? How can you get so much gold if you don't have money!"

Even the Yang family couldn't come up with so much gold at once. It would take a long time to prepare, and even some family property would have to be sold.

After Fu finished taking out so much gold in one breath, it was obvious that he had been prepared for it, but this old guy had complained that he had no money before!

Fu Wan snorted coldly, and just as he was about to retort to Yang Biao, another carriage drove by, attracting their attention.

The person who came was none other than Cui Yan!

Cui Yan obviously did not expect to meet the two of them here, and said in surprise: "Guo Zhang, Yang Gong? Why are you here?"

Fu Wan was the first to complain: "It's just a good time for Tiger Ben Zhonglang to come. Yang Biao, an old guy, secretly carries us here and donates 20,000 shi of food!"

"He wants to take away the title of the most virtuous man!"

Cui Yan's expression suddenly changed.

Yang Biao became anxious and angrily yelled: "Old thief, do you still have the nerve to criticize me? You should tell me why you donated so much gold?!"

He revealed Fu Wan's background without mercy.

Cui Yan looked at the two people arguing and then looked at the boxes of gold on the ground. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth.

"These two cunning old foxes!"

He originally thought that Yang Biao and Fu Wan would not participate in the competition for the great Han Shoushan, but who knew that these two guys were secretly preparing for it!

And they all waited until the last minute to donate!

However, just when Cui Yan finally suppressed the urge to curse in his heart, several carriages came one after another and stopped outside the imperial list notice office.

They are the carriages of the Zhen family, Dong family, Shen family, Ju family and other aristocratic families!