Chapter 23 Do a good deed every day

On the bustling street, there was a flag hanging, and the white flag with black edges was written with the word "relief". This flag almost attracted all the poor families in the south city.

Two large pots were placed on an iron rack, and there was a blazing fire below. On one pot, there were tall steamed buns piled up, and the other pot seemed to have cooked rice porridge.

A pretty girl stood beside the big pot, stirring the huge rice spoon with difficulty.

"What a good person..." The old man standing beside Qin Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at the bustling crowd, sighing: "This year, the Hedong floods have caused many people to beg for the same place, begging all the way to Dongdu. I just want to find a way to survive. The charity hall said it will be opened for a month. As long as it is poor, everyone can come to queue up to get a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and pickles."

The scholar beside the old man looked pretty and handsome, with disdain between his eyebrows, and his proud look was beyond words.

He heard the old man's words and just smiled coldly: "This is just a trick for wealthy people to gain fame. If you really want to do good deeds, why not donate all your wealth and distribute it to the poor?"

The old man was speechless and didn't know what to say. Qin Fei turned around and said to the scholar: "No matter whether they are seeking fame or not, they can buy so much rice and flour to provide to the poor so that they will not be hungry and that beggars do not have to circulate the things in the garbage dump to fill their stomachs. Don't do anything to do it because they are small! Have you read all your books on dogs? Don't understand this truth?"

The scholar moved his lips and wanted to refute, but when he saw Qin Fei wearing the inspector's uniform, he snorted coldly and turned away. After walking far away, he shouted angrily: "It's just a dog-legged man who is accomplice for the tiger!"

The old man was afraid that Qin Fei would be angry, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "Don't be as good as those young people who are cynical as they are!"

Qin Fei quickly clasped his fists and said, "Old man, how could I be so stingy? I just saw them making a fuss inexplicably speak out, and I was just angry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man squeezed past the old man and almost knocked the old man to the ground carelessly. There were a few people following him. These people were ragged, unkempt and dirty, and they looked like beggars. But they were not old, about forty years old and had a healthy limbs. They were carrying bags on their backs and holding broken bowls in their hands, and came out to beg for food with confidence.

Qin Fei held the old man and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

"It doesn't matter!" The old man smiled: "I'm so old. I'll stand by the roadside to watch the fun in the future."

Qin Fei turned his head and looked at the beggars. He was the leader of a black beggar. He walked into the neat team with his head raised and rushed to the front of the team. He also called out: "Come on, brothers, what line is it? It's our turn to have a cold steamed bun rice porridge."

The one who was squeezed into his position was a middle-aged woman wearing a small green patch shirt and holding a two-year-old child. She looked at a few dirty but arrogant beggars and subconsciously took two steps back.

The black beggar stood in front proudly, and a complaint suddenly came from behind. The beggars turned around and cursed, "Don't you want to live anymore? Whoever is dissatisfied, come out!"

The complaints gradually subsided, and occasionally there were one or two sounds, but they were no longer in a state of chaos. Those who were waiting for relief here were all poor people who rashly stood up and were beaten by those beggars, which was also in vain. Ordinary families, it was better to have less trouble than to have more things, so they swallowed their anger. Look at the steamed buns piled up high, so they should be enough to share.

Several beggars were joking with a smile, and the black beggar grinned with big yellow teeth and said, "Now, people are good at being bullied. Look, if I am abusive, those guys will be afraid. When I find a way and build a beggar gang, we can also eat delicious food and drink spicy food..."

Before he could finish his words, a low voice rang beside them: "Get to the end, line up."

"The fuck..." The black beggar turned his face and suddenly saw a black-clothed inspector. He looked at him coldly. The second half of the words immediately swallowed them back and said stammeringly: "Official... the villain is so hungry that he is almost fainting. Please beg the official to be good, so let the villain wait here..."

Qin Fei glanced at him indifferently, clenched his hands into a fist, and there were crisp "pa" sounds at the joints.

"Young man, get out now..." The black beggar knew that he would not leave, and the inspector would beat him to the third place at any time. He immediately ran away with his head in his arms, and took a few accomplices to the end of the team, and did not dare to let out a sigh.

The girl who was struggling to stir the rice spoon turned her head and looked here. Qin Fei's eyes raised lightly, and the two of them were intertwined, smiling at each other.

The girl was dressed in a blue and white dress with a very simple dress, with her long hair braided into many small braids hanging behind her head, making her look very playful. Her big eyes, although only single eyelids, made her look a bit lazy and sleepy. As she smiled, two dimples appeared deeply and were very cute.

Qin Fei nodded at her, stood proudly on the side of the team with his hands on his back. As expected, it was different if there was a patrol. The woman holding the child thanked Qin Fei gratefully and took another step forward. The team, which was originally a bit messy, gradually became neat and quiet under Qin Fei's cold gaze.

A pot of rice porridge was finally cooked. Four men who looked like silly served the big pot and started distributing steamed buns, rice porridge, and pickles with two girls!

The girl raised her sleeve and wiped the sweat from her face. She lifted the bucket with difficulty and poured a bucket of clean water into the newly placed empty pot. It seemed that she would continue to cook porridge.

The line was very long and there was almost no end to see. More and more poor people who came to the streets with bowls and basins. Qin Fei shouted loudly, directing the order, and trying to make them line up so that they would not rush up and make a mess.

The only six people were not enough to distribute steamed buns, rice porridge and pickles. Even if they were trying hard to distribute steamed buns, rice porridge and pickles, they were very busy.

From time to time, people shouted, "Good man, I haven't got the steamed buns yet..." "Good man, I don't have pickles..." "Ah, who has squeezed my rice porridge? Can a kind-hearted man give me another spoon? Just one spoon..."

The girl whispered a few words. The servant who was busy making fire and blowing the air stood up hesitantly, handed the palm fan in her hand to the girl, and joined the team to distribute steamed buns.

The girl was very busy, and she couldn't help but hold a palm fan to blow the fire. Sometimes she lifted the lid of the pot to see if the water had rolled. After a while, she squatted down and added grass and firewood. The palm fan fan, and a stream of black ash flew out and fell on her body, covering her body with a layer of ashes. The girl, who was sweating profusely, raised her sleeves and wiped her face, and her face was also dark.

She seemed to feel something was wrong, and hurriedly looked around, but saw Qin Fei smiling at her face. The girl's pretty face turned red, she put down her palm fan, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and wiped her face hard. A mist came out from under the lid of the pot. The girl hurriedly put away the handkerchief, lifted the lid of the pot, and prepared to add rice.

Qin Fei shook his head and smiled. Seeing that the team was already in order, he strode over, picked up the palm-leaf fan on the pot, squatted down, handed a few firewood into the fire, fanned it with the palm-leaf fan, and the flames suddenly rose.

The girl looked at Qin Fei who was uninvited in surprise, saw his head lowering his head and making a fire, smiled slightly, and continued to stir the rice spoon with difficulty.

The flames slipped out along the simple stove mouth, rolled up a stream of black smoke, burned out the firewood ash, and flew out from the stove like a black butterfly, dancing along the breeze on the road.

A few black butterflies fell on Qin Fei's hair and face. Qin Fei was too lazy to wipe it. Suddenly, a snow-white and petite hand held a handkerchief with a faint fragrance and handed it to Qin Fei.

Qin Fei looked up and saw that the girl pointed to another handkerchief that was still curled up on the cuff, indicating that this piece was not what she had just used. Qin Fei was not a person who was conservative? He then reached out to take the handkerchief and wiped it randomly on his face. The white and fragrant handkerchief was suddenly dirty.

Upstairs across the street, the two of them sat in front of the window, a pot of tea and a dish of pastries, but the eyes were Qin Fei and the girl!

"How could a patrol officer come over for no reason? Did he come to please the lady on purpose?" A man on the left frowned and said.

The man on the right smiled and said, "You are such a suspicious person. This inspector is just a kind-hearted person. How can he have so much thought? Ordinary people, and a few people know the lady? Look at the inspector, he has been making a fire for a while, and he has never said a word to the lady!"

Suddenly, his smile calmed down, looked at Qin Fei's actions intently, and blurted out: "Lao Qi, this inspection is not simple. When he made a fire, the palm fan had already been slapped thousands of times in a row, but do you take a closer look? Every time he slapped the palm fan, the distance between the left and right is exactly the same. It is guaranteed to just blow the wind into the stove, but you will never waste any more energy. Even if this person makes a fire, it is considered so meticulous. It's so terrible!"

The man who was called Lao Qi looked carefully and said in a deep voice: "Fifth brother, this young inspector, although his waist and back are facing the street, he deliberately or unintentionally bent his left elbow slightly, maintaining the posture of attacking back at any time. Every time he grows into a firewood, he bows his waist to make his entire back flawless. At this age, he has such cultivation..."

"Nine-grade!"

There was only one young inspector in the entire Eastern Capital. The two looked at each other in shock, but they didn't expect to see this figure on the street who was already known as the number one genius in the Great Chu in two hundred years.

"He probably didn't approach the lady on purpose?" Lao Qi frowned: "What's his purpose?"

The fifth brother chuckled softly, "I don't think he was intentional. If so, he wouldn't even say a word. Besides, even if he is a genius, he is limited to the ninth-level cultivation level. If there is any extraordinary action, you and I can take his life upstairs! Don't worry!"

The pot of porridge was ready again. Just as the pot of porridge was divided, Qin Fei picked up the big pot, changed it, took the empty pot back, and added water.

The girl smiled gently, turned around and picked up a teapot from the ground, poured a bowl of tea and handed it to Qin Fei.

The soft Yi held the tea, Qin Fei took it with both hands and whispered: "Thank you, Miss!"
Chapter completed!