Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 32
It's a pity, as the owner of this grain store said, the purchase of grain in the whole city is restricted, and she alone can't buy much.

Seeing that the sun was setting and the day was about to pass, Jiang Qiongxing walked on the road where pedestrians gradually became scarce, not knowing what to do.

Should I rush back with this little grain of food, or stay here and think of a way?

When she thought that countless refugees would starve to death every day she stayed here, she couldn't help feeling more and more anxious.

Anyone with a bit of conscience, as long as they see the hellish scene on earth with their own eyes, they can't turn a blind eye.

Uncle Shi doesn't count.

In the eyes of their immortal cultivators, these mortals are not much different from ants. Whether they live or die, they are probably the same as sunrise and sunset to them. Even if they see it, there will be no waves.

Even though she had drawn her breath into her body, Jiang Qiongxing still couldn't see herself as different. She angrily kicked a small stone away from her feet, and suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes behind her, and immediately leaned to the side of the road, and looked up at the person passing by.

This glance happened to meet the gaze of the young man on horseback.

Song Jian reined in subconsciously: "Woo—"

"It's you?" Jiang Qiongxing looked at the group of young people who had just met yesterday, and said in surprise, "You guys move so fast."

It was only less than a day slower than the one who flew over like her.

"Of course, we are an escort agency, we rely on this for a living." The talkative young man laughed.

"Don't be unreasonable to the immortal master." Song Jian glared at him, signaled everyone to go first, got off his horse, came to Jiang Qiongxing's side, and saluted respectfully, "Jiang Xianshi."

"Don't be so polite, just call me by my name." Jiang Qiongxing was not used to it, and waved his hands.

"Etiquette cannot be discarded." Song Jian insisted.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiongxing had no choice but to go with him.

The stern young man straightened up: "I didn't expect the immortal master to come to Ningcheng, is there anything we can do to help?"

Jiang Qiongxing instinctively wanted to say no, but suddenly remembered that he was a member of the Escort Bureau, and his mind became active: "You should know a lot of people in Ningcheng, right?"

Song Jian nodded because she didn't understand.

"Then do you know where you can buy a lot of grain?" Jiang Qiongxing looked at him expectantly with burning eyes.

"food?"

……

"It turns out that Master Immortal wants to help the victims." In the courtyard of the guest room of Song's Escort Bureau, Song Jian suddenly realized after listening to Jiang Qioxing's story, and then admired, "Master Jiang has a heart for all people in the world at a young age, and he is indeed a role model for our generation."

"No, it's not that..." Jiang Qiongxing smiled awkwardly on the stone bench.

This young man is good in every way, but this rigid temperament makes people feel a little hopeless.

It was okay to treat her as a child before, but since knowing that she is an immortal cultivator, she has become more and more serious, wishing to confess her.

As a result, Jiang Qiongxing always had the illusion that the other party would take out three incense sticks from somewhere and bow to her in the next second.

It's really scary.

Song Jian who was sitting on the other side of the stone table was meditating.

What the immortal master wants to do, naturally he must do his best.

"To be honest, Ningcheng's purchase restriction order has been in effect for a long time. And it's not that profiteers are hoarding grain and are unwilling to sell it. It's true that even the grain merchants don't have much grain left." Song Jian spoke slowly, as if thinking carefully, "I'm afraid this situation won't improve until the new autumn grain matures."

"However," he changed the subject, "the news of the drought came to us a few months ago. The rich and powerful families in the city should have known the news earlier. Presumably, they still have some grain in their homes."

Jiang Qiongxing's eyes lit up.

Do you want to steal from the rich and give to the poor?
Facts have proved that Song Jian is indeed a gentleman, and she thinks completely differently from her: "We can appeal to several big families in the city to jointly raise donations. With you as a guarantee, they will definitely not refuse this opportunity to do good deeds."

Oh, that's how it is.

She sat back and said, "...All right."

The plan was finalized, and the entire Song Escort Bureau took action overnight, planning to start raising donations early tomorrow morning.

Instead, Jiang Qiongxing became the most idle one.

She meditated for a while and recovered her spiritual power. When she opened her eyes, she found that it was not yet dawn, but there were still people coming and going in the escort agency. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry, so she took the initiative to get up and go outside to find Song Jian: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Although she is not as tall as other people's waist, but at least she is still a cultivator!

Song Jian, who was so busy walking around, took the time to say to her: "You should have a good rest first, and the magistrate will come after dawn tomorrow, and I will call you when the time comes."

Didn't they mean extorting wealthy households? Why do even officials come here?
Jiang Qiongxing, who had been a common man from his previous life until now, was shocked.

Seeing her uneasiness, Song Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, our prefect of Ningcheng is a good official, presumably he just wanted to ask about the situation of the refugees. If it is found that the food money for the previous disaster relief was not actually used for the victims, the prefect will definitely write a letter to the court, requesting a thorough investigation."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiongxing calmed down.

indeed.

No matter how much food she collects here, it will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. The most important thing is to catch the moths that profit from the disaster.

Thinking of this, she no longer worried carelessly: "Okay, I will tell the truth."

After a busy night, in the early morning of the next day, banners to solicit donations for the victims were hung up at the entrance of the busiest restaurant in the city.

Jiang Qiongxing lay on the floor and looked down, feeling unbelievable.

These people were so active that they didn't seem to be here to donate food, but rather to participate in some kind of clearance sale.

"Master Jiang Xian," Song Jian's voice came from outside the box, "The magistrate has arrived."

"Oh, please."

Jiang Qiongxing came down from the window sill and dusted off the hem of his clothes.

After Song Jian invited the prefect into the box, he handed over the task of guarding the box door to the prefect's guards, and went downstairs by himself.

As soon as they saw him, the stewards of several big families immediately gathered around: "Head Song, where is Immortal Master Jiang?"

"The immortal master is talking with the magistrate, what's the matter?" Song Jian looked around at everyone's expressions.

The most forthright steward smiled frankly: "Isn't our master hoping that this young immortal teacher can leak some panacea through his fingers? Although we don't have spirit beads, we have enough gold!"

Song Jian smiled politely and alienated: "The immortal master came to Ningcheng this time to help the refugees raise food, and I'm afraid they won't stay longer."

All the stewards let out a sigh.

One of them was cruel: "Then if our family donates the most, will the immortal be willing to take the time to meet our Patriarch?"

Song Jian looked at him: "How much do you plan to donate?"

Seeing that his attitude had softened, the steward who saw Hope said without hesitation: "One hundred stones!"

Before Song Jian could speak, another steward beside him sneered, "Our Patriarch is willing to offer two hundred stones!"

"three hundred!"

"..."

　I deleted a comment with trembling hands, but I accidentally clicked on delete when I wanted to reply, and then it couldn't be found... I added a new chapter to express my apology

　　
　
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