The next morning, Baochu made a decision. He wanted to take the money to the pawn shop, and he went to a pawn shop run by a Chinese business. He wanted to convert all of the money into ordinary silver!

Baochu is not a fool, so he would not buy grain with this collection-level craft silver. What kind of grain store dares to collect the bride gifts given by the emperor?

Otherwise, people can exchange it with the bank? A one-to-one ratio is exchanged into ordinary silver and then spend it. I feel like I am losing money. Finally, I thought about it and it would be better to go out!

Being alive is not being dead! When he turns around, he still has to redeem the silver!

According to Baochu's thoughts, the Chinese pawnshop has a broad mind and a broad vision. He has seen the world. With the relationship between Your Majesty and Xiao Letian, these gifts and gold and silver will definitely be converted into more silver!

It’s a matter of how many days it can be opened for the porridge shed. The thousands of taels of silver in your hand can save each one!

But he thought it was pretty good, but reality gave him a warning. Baochu walked away from the three Chinese pawn shops in a row, but he refused to accept them all!

They were very polite. When they saw your money, they smiled, "Oh... uncle! Don't pay this money out, no one dares to collect it!"

"The gifts of gold and silver from the Queen's parents' family are all collected items! Things are good things, and I won't lose money if I collect one to two!"

"But who dares? You don't even look at the current situation in the capital. Your Majesty has cleansed all the sluts in the court, and the top, bottom, inside and outside, who dares to be rude?"

"At this time, I received the gift of Long Sui Master. Are we not waiting to die? If Long Sui Master knows, we should stop doing this business!"

"Don't make things difficult for me, or if you change to another antique, we promise to give you a conscience price!"

All three shops rejected Baochu, and each one was more polite, and you couldn’t have a smile on your face!

What should I do? Baochu stood in Dashilan and stomped his feet in a hurry! Thousands of refugees who lost their homes outside the city were getting colder day by day, and frost would come out in a few days. Even if the freezing person could not kill him, it would be a big deal!

The emperor doesn’t care, and he can’t get any money to beg for alms in the capital. What should I do? Did I force me to go to Xiao Letian to beg for alms? Not to mention that this is really a way out. When the city is in chaos, wasn’t it just that Xiao Letian set up a peace hotel?

But this thought was just a blink of an eye. What a proud person. Go and ask you a second Japanese devil? I spit it in one mouthful!

But at this moment, a rickshaw rushed from the front door. The people in the car shouted at Baochu far away, "Uncle... Here is here! Uncle... here..."

Baochu looked up and saw that he was a friend he made on weekdays, and the writer Wen Xiuwen of the Qing Dynasty!

"Oh... uncle! I wanted to get you together today, but why did I go out? Didn't you raise money everywhere to help the victims yesterday? A few of us old friends gathered up a few hundred taels to send it to you!"

"Who would have thought that you have such great ability and will be able to work all your money in one night?"

"Ah?" Bao Chu was stunned. "What does Brother Wen mean? Why is it all the money? I'm in a hurry!"

"Don't you know? Oh, get in the car quickly and follow me... the kowtowers have arrived at your doorstep!"

I pulled Baochu into the rickshaw and the young coachman was very good. The brand new rickshaw was also good. The butter on the bearings was clean!

Pulling the two adults, a trot is much lighter than a sedan chair and a carriage!

As soon as the car arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw a group of people huddled around his doorstep, with a total of 40 or 50! When these people saw Lord Baochu coming, they all rushed over and knelt in front of the rickshaw!

"Master Baochu, Mr. Hou Wandae! Thank you for your help!"

"If you kowtow to the adults, we will starve to death and freeze to death without adults..."

The leading elderly elders kowtowed to Baochu with their people, which made the uncle confused. "What's wrong? You...what are you doing?"

"My lord is so noble. You saved the lives of thousands of our victims, but you did not admit it... It is difficult for ancient sages to compare with you!"

"The victims outside Desheng Gate kowtowed to you. Thank you for opening the porridge shed to help you!"

Baochu said, "When did I...when did I open the porridge shed? Take me to Deshengmen...will quickly..."

At this time, the young man who was pulling the cart was exhausted and panting. He ran from the inner city to the south city and then ran back. No matter how good his body was, he couldn't stand it!

"Big... Sir! I really can't run..."

"Don't be too long-winded, there is silver here!" Wen Xiu directly stuffed three silver-shining dragon-patterned silver dollars over. When he saw the silver, the coachman jumped up with a bang. "You can still run! You guarantee to send it to Deshengmen..."

The rickshaw trotted straight to Deshengmen. On the way, there was the unsightly soldier who wanted to check it out, but when he got closer, he saw that it was his uncle. He was so scared that he shrank his neck and stopped talking!

After leaving Deshengmen, the coachman collapsed on the ground exhausted. Wen Xiu and Baochu quickly walked out of the city. As soon as they left the city, they saw a swaying figure in the ruins of the reed pond that was fired in the northwest direction!

I quickly walked in and saw that it was indeed a porridge shed. Under the shed with straw mats, there were a large pot of firewood, and the inside was filled with porridge!

Rice, corn, millet, beans... a variety of grains roll in it, and you can smell the fragrance of grain from a distance!

The porridge shed was dozens of meters long, with twenty large pots boiling, and trucks of firewood, charcoal and grain bags behind the shed were unloading!

A person who looked like a grain shop owner stood at the top of the cart and shouted to the people queuing for the porridge, "I heard it clearly! This is the kindness that my uncle, Lord Baochu, gave you porridge to those of you who have burned houses and have no home!"

"It's the food, firewood, charcoal that the uncle of the country, bought by Lord Baochu, let us distribute! Don't forget the book when you are full!"

The crowd quickly thanked him, "Uncle, Duke, Wanda, Wanda! The Empress, Qianyuan!" Some people kowtowed desperately in the direction of the palace.

Because of the fire in the reed pond and the war in the city, the number of refugees was four or five thousand. So many people had three meals a day, and there were people unloading wood and other supplies to build a straw shed for them to live in!

With such a scale, you can't hold on for more than 1,000 taels of silver a day. It's okay to hold on for more than ten days. Adding the straw shed and charity clothes!

It is impossible to save 20,000 taels of silver in this disaster relief!

Baochu was stunned and walked to the grain merchant and asked, "This boss? Are you sure it is the porridge shed opened by Baochu, the minister of Sanzhi?"

"Oh... are you a scholar so stupid?" The boss slammed his waist and cursed. "You can say the name and official position of Lord Baochu?"

"I don't say that the word "master" is so disrespectful? That's the uncle! The uncle! The uncle..."
Chapter completed!