The general went out again at night + extra episode

Seeing this, Feng Ping was not at ease: "Miss, you turn your back..."

Yang Xiyu raised her hand to stop what he was going to say, and walked towards the narrow aisle with big strides.

They are here to do good deeds, why are these disaster victims so hostile?Yang Xiyu knew the reason.

Most of these disaster victims are farmers with their faces turned to the yellow soil and their backs to the sky, and all their belongings are in that piece of green grass.Now the rice fields are flooded, and there is no harvest. The remaining rice and other things in the house are also flooded. They are penniless and struggling to survive.

At this time, there are still some hooligans who are doing evil under the banner of doing good, and want to take advantage of the natural disaster to buy the fields of the victims at a low price.

How can the land on which we live can be sold?Naturally, the victims refused.But those cold-blooded and cunning people carry a carriage of delicious meals every day, and place them at the entrance of the ruined temple, wantonly seducing them.

It can be seen and smelled, but they can't eat it raw. What a torment for the hungry victims.

Yang Xiyu despises this kind of practice, so naturally she doesn't associate with these wicked people. She spends money to do good, just for doing good, not for fame or profit.

The smell of rice porridge, steamed buns, and pickles floated into the ruined temple, arousing everyone's appetite. When a child smelled it, an innocent voice rang out: "Aniang, it smells so good, there is something to eat."

"Over there." Zhizi pointed to the direction where Yang Xiyu was.

The woman beside him hurriedly hugged the child in her arms, covered his mouth with her hand, and shouted sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, those are not edible, they are poison and medicine, and you will die if you eat them."

The child with his mouth covered was struggling in the woman's arms. He was still young, so he didn't know so much. He only knew that he was hungry and wanted to eat. Tears of grievance slipped from the corners of his eyes and flowed down the woman's hand.

Seeing that the child was so hungry, A Niang felt uncomfortable, and burst into tears in a few moments.Even so, you still have to hold back, the family's field is the hope of the family, and it must never be sold.

Yang Xiyu felt sore in her heart, and walked straight towards the mother and son.She squatted beside them, and patiently explained: "Ma'am, these are not poisons and medicines, but solid porridge and steamed buns. Don't worry, I am different from those businessmen who came here before. Designed to cheat your fields. The child is so hungry, let him eat."

The situation was obviously worse than what Yang Xiyu knew. Her gentle explanation not only failed to eliminate the hostility of the victims, but deepened it.

The woman's expression changed suddenly, and she said viciously: "Do you think I will believe you? We won't be fooled by the same trick again. The last one who brought food did the same thing, first coax us to eat and drink with nice words, after we finish eating Let us pay the silver taels for food, ten taels of silver for a bowl of rice porridge, he might as well just kill us!"

Eat a bite of food, and lose an acre of fertile land, these are much more vicious than poison.

Yang Xiyu stood up, facing the crowd and said in a high voice: "I am here to give porridge to do good, and I will never make any profit. If you don't believe me, I will make a written proof with you, sign and pledge, and I will never deny it. If I, Yang Xiyu, use porridge, water and steamed buns as a Therefore, to deceive everyone’s money and fields, a thousand taels will be fined, and each of you will be given 1000 taels of silver. The stamped document is valid, and if I do not accept the account, everyone can go to the Yamen to report me.”

As soon as this remark came out, the victims in the temple were stunned and began to whisper, obviously loosening up.

Yang Xiyu glanced over everyone, and then said: "If there are people who can read, I will write and stamp immediately."

After waiting for a while, an old man stood up slowly and said, "I can read." Compared with other victims, this old man's clothes were neater.Seeing him walking, and the victims beside him either supporting or supporting him, is enough to see his high prestige.

After asking a few words, Yang Xiyu learned that this person was the village head of the disaster-stricken township and county, and it was he who led a group of disaster victims to seek refuge here.

With him to testify, it couldn't be more suitable, Yang Xiyu said happily: "Okay, I will write the proof to you immediately."

Feng Ping brought a pen and paper, Yang Xiyu wrote with a pen, and the head of the village stood by and watched. Every time Yang Xiyu wrote a word, he would read the word aloud to let the victims know.

After the fingerprints were stamped, Yang Xiyu handed over the written documents to the head of the village.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the head of the village put away the papers properly, with a few smiles on his wrinkled face, he said excitedly: "Folks, Miss Yang is really a kind person, and now the papers are with me, put them away." No one can take it away, everyone can eat porridge with peace of mind."

When the village chief yelled, the victims put down their vigilance and hostility, and Feng Ping asked them to line up in an orderly manner and receive them one by one.

Yang Xiyu personally brought hot porridge and delicious steamed buns to the mother and son, and said warmly, "Eat it, I won't lie to you."

The woman took it, with tears in her eyes, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you Miss Yang! Thank you Miss Yang!"

"No need." Yang Xiyu waved his hands and stood up, looked around, and smiled heartily when he saw the victims around him receiving porridge.

Sweeping his gaze to a corner, Yang Xiyu glimpsed a figure of Xin Chang, and was immediately taken aback.At some point, Cai Zhujun came to the ruined temple and was staring at her with a frosty face.

Yang Xiyu had a bright smile on his lips, and waved to Cai Zhujun.Cai Zhujun ignored her directly, walked to the porridge kitchen with a cold face, and helped Feng Ping distribute the steamed buns.

Yang Xiyu was startled, then smiled helplessly.Miss Cai, it's very hard to get close to her.