Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Gods live in heaven, and she doesn't want to be one.

After pacifying these people, more people came.

Everyone knelt down before her.

The group of armored soldiers rode away in panic, still shouting, "You killed the captain. Just wait, the imperial envoy will not let you go..." The imperial envoy holds the imperial sword in his hand, and all the surrounding counties and prefectures along the way will obey his orders. Is he afraid that he will not be able to kill these unruly people?

Song Jixiang frowned as he watched the group of officers and soldiers go away.

At this time, the guards at the city gate came to report that there were many refugees outside the county town and asked Song Jixiang to make a decision.

Ever since the county magistrate passed away, people in the entire county, whether they were runners in the county government or common people in the city, all obeyed Song Jixiang's orders and asked her to make the decision first when there was anything to do.

Song Jixiang climbed up the city wall and looked down.

Just one city apart, but two different worlds.

Many people banged on the city gates, crying, "Let us in, please let us in, ..."

"Sir, please be kind and give us some food and winter clothes. The children and the elderly are almost unable to bear it..."

These few words came out of countless people's mouths over and over again.

These people were dressed in rags and had sad faces. They knelt in the snow and kowtowed continuously. Their lips were frozen purple, their whole bodies were shaking from the cold, and their teeth made a chattering sound, which sounded very creepy.

Just when they were about to despair, the city gate slowly opened.

A team of yamen runners and countless strong men walked out, and in front of them was a young master.

Song Jixiang whispered a few words to the people around him.

Soon, dozens of people were responsible for setting up shelter tents, dozens of people were responsible for registering these refugees, and distributed winter quilts and clothes to each family. Dozens of people brought food and built a dozen piles of firewood, all of which were equipped with large pots.

Soon, the aroma of rice porridge wafted around, making many disaster-stricken people swallow their saliva desperately. They heard that Yongning County not only provided relief to the disaster victims, but also built simple sheds for them to live in, so they fled here with a glimmer of hope, but they didn't expect...

It's all true!

The rice porridge they received was not as visibly reflective as the relief provided by the imperial court in previous years. Instead, it was extremely sticky and contained vegetables and meat particles, which made all of them, who had climbed mountains and waded through rivers to get here, cry out in joy after going through hardships, and also the happiness that they and their families could survive.

Wang Laowu and his brothers were already very experienced in such matters, and together with hundreds of civilians, they properly resettled the victims. When distributing porridge, they did not forget to tell every citizen who came to receive it that it was Song Jixiang's credit, and spread the news among the victims.

He couldn't let Song Jixiang do good deeds without leaving his name. He wanted everyone to know that Song Jixiang was the god who came to save them.

But it is not a good idea to provide disaster relief endlessly. For example, the food is getting less and less every day. Thousands of kilograms of food will be gone in just a few days. Even if there is a mountain of food, it will not be enough for these people to eat. He felt distressed when he saw it.

Wang Laowu told Song Jixiang about this.

Food became the biggest problem.

She couldn't always take out food from the space to make up the number. After a long time, someone would find out.

At night, she gathered a group of people. There were runners from the county government, servants from the Yan residence, three uncles from the Jiang family, three cousins, Wang Laowu and his brothers. Before leaving, Yan Hui heard the news from somewhere and ran over in a hurry, wanting to follow them to do something big.

Song Jixiang waved her hand. With her and Xiao Ruyi there, these people would not be in danger at all. The reason she asked them to go with her was because they needed manpower to carry things.

The world is already in chaos, so it’s not a bad thing to let these people experience more.

Arriving at the foot of Black Wind Mountain, the runners felt a little weak. "This is a bandit den. Sir, are we sure we want to go up the mountain?"

"A bunch of cowards, what do the bandits have to fear? My young master is a god, do you know that? Why would he be afraid of these bandits?" Wang Laowu was not afraid at all. He still held the black stick given to him by Song Jixiang in his hand. He had heard from his uncles that this thing was very powerful. Just poke it into a person and no matter how tough the man was, he would fall down. He had long wanted to try it.

Song Jixiang and Xiao Ruyi took advantage of the space and quietly sneaked into the Black Wind Village, then spread a handful of smoke and opened the gate of the village.

The group of people entered the deserted area and beat the bandits to a pulp, leaving them with no power to resist at all.

The next step is to clean up the results of the battle.

Mountains of food, dozens of boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, piles of furs, silks, and life-saving medicines...

A bunch of yamen runners rubbed their hands and kept muttering, "We've made a fortune, we never thought that the Black Wind Village that has been entrenched for more than ten years could be taken down so easily by us..."

"That's because my young master is so capable. You can try someone else!" Wang Laowu never forgot to give Song Jixiang a sense of pure presence.

Yan Hui was not far behind, his face full of excitement, "Yes, yes, don't you see who is your benefactor!"

Song Jixiang walked over and slapped them both on the head, "All the brothers who came with you tonight will have a share..."

If you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it well. This principle applies everywhere.

Her words were met with cheers.

Following such a leader, you can eat meat, earn money, and there is no danger. It's like pie in the sky!