A farmer's fierce wife

Chapter 323 Refugee House (Third)

Zhu Bo looked Nanfeng up and down, and then said politely: "This is the master Bo who is next to Mr. Song Cheng, Mr. Song. His surname is You, and his name is Mingjiang. Are you the boss of Xiangkoufang?"

Nanfeng also asked politely: "Mr. You, I am Nanfeng, the owner of Xiangkoufang. You can call me Nanfeng. Is Mr. You donating money for refugees this time?"

"Miss Nan is really smart. That's right. I came here for donations. That's it. The court and court allow refugees from the north to flee to our county, but there is a quota limit, no more than 200 people per month. However, our Master Song is kind and generous. We have accepted more than [-] refugees this month. The refugees are placed in a camp in the west of the city. The government is doing some things like building roads and digging land, but in the past few months, the number of migrant workers in our county has been saturated, and the food supply is not enough, so we are raising funds from various merchants. I hope everyone can do more good deeds , so as to help these refugees.”

Nanfeng nodded and said: "Master Song and Mr. You are kind-hearted, it is really an honor for every ordinary person in HP County, we merchants who enjoy the protection of the government should have money and strength to contribute, but the little girl has a small request, I don't know if Mr. You will agree or not?"

Mr. You appeared to be very cultivated and polite: "Miss Nan, please tell me."

Nanfeng said, "Can I ask Mr. You to take me to your refugee camp?"

Mr. You was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed heartily: "Miss Nan is worried that Mr. Song will embezzle the money you donated? Is it convenient for Miss Nan now? If so, you can go with me .”

"Convenient, convenient," Nanfeng said with a smile.

Feng Gu, who was busy in the store, watched Nanfeng and Zhu Bo go away, and it was too late for her to shout. Feng Gu heard that the whole street merchants were complaining, saying that the usual tax was enough, and now they have to donate, so Feng Gu felt that Nan Feng was usually so smart that he should have a way to get rid of the boss and not donate money.

Nanfeng followed Master Bo's carriage to a large house, which seemed to be reserved for wealthy people. She asked suspiciously, "Refugees live here?"

The owner Bo still said politely: "Ms. Nan doesn't know something. This is the old house of a friend of Mr. Song. When Mr. Song went to visit the refugees some time ago, he saw that the tent they lived in was leaking from wind and rain for many years. It happened that Mr. Song My lord's friend moved to the provincial capital, and he gave this house to Mr. Song, but Mr. Song thought the house was too big and far away, so he never came to live in it, and now it happens to be used to resettle refugees."

No wonder Brother Ye said that Mr. Song is a good official, and he wants to live in the yamen instead of living in such a nice house.

Nanfeng followed You Mingjiang into the house again, only to find that the situation inside was really bad. It was supposed to be an excellent house, but it was full of people. In the rooms, corridors, and yards, everything that could The crowded people are all crowded, and there are not enough beds for one person. The beds are reserved for the dying, and the others sit or lie on the mats on the ground.

Unlike some refugees with rich families, these ordinary people dragged their families all the way to HP County and spent all their savings. They looked extremely embarrassed, from outside to inside, especially some children who were a few years old. They should be at the age where they should act coquettishly and coquettishly with their parents in a warm house, but their faces are covered with dirt, their fingers are black and dirty, and their eyes are full of vigilance and pity. They desperately need help and are afraid of others laughing at them.

　Does Nanfeng want to donate?How much should you donate?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)