Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 255, Is there 30

"Wouldn't the local officials do nothing after such a big incident?" Qin Zhi asked angrily.

Han Yan smiled wryly, "How can there be any decent officials in Jianzhou!"

Speaking of this, Feng Qingluo became angry, "It wasn't there before, the whole Jianzhou was in a free-range state, and then a king of Nan'an came, and it turned out that the king of Nan'an was also useless. Don't care about anything, just collect taxes and ask for money, how can such officials be expected to save the people from the fire!"

Feng Qingluo spoke vigorously, and Han Yan sneaked a glance at his master from time to time, not daring to say anything.

His master was only 11 years old when he arrived in Jianzhou. His parents passed away suddenly, his brother wanted his life, and he himself was seriously poisoned. It is a miracle that he survived. How could he care about the people of Jianzhou?The big and small officials were made by the old Taoist priests who ordered the people below!

Later, the master grew up and started to make a difference, but didn't he lose his memory before he had time to show his fists!Who can blame?

Han Yan wanted to yell at his master, but he couldn't open his mouth. Now the master who has lost his memory doesn't know his identity yet!

Qin Zhidao: "If this is the case, the government will be unreliable. The biggest problem now is that the people are hungry. As long as there is enough food to last until the flood recedes, they can go back home, and then they can live on wild vegetables. .It will be easier to live and plan other things.”

Feng Qingluo looked at the young man sitting next to her in surprise, she didn't expect Qin Zhi to come up with an idea after eating wild vegetables.

"That's right, it's spring now, and everything is recovering, so it's impossible to starve to death." Feng Qingluo felt that Qin Zhi's idea was good, and the key now is how to help these disaster-stricken people overcome the immediate difficulties. "If the government is willing to do something, open warehouses to release grain, and set up a few porridge sheds in various places, the flood will probably recede by itself within two or three days. At that time, everyone will go back to their homes, and it will not require much effort from the government. It's a pity..." He said As she said that, Feng Qingluo suddenly had an idea, "Qin Zhi, we still have a little money in hand, how about some food for your subordinates to bring to the victims?"

Speaking of which, Feng Qingluo went into the house to "get" the silver, and took out a pile in a short time, which looked like 400 taels, and she didn't dare to take out too much, otherwise someone would ask her where she got so much silver. how to explain?

Feng Qingluo sold a lot of good things to the Lan's Medical Center last year, and accumulated a lot of money here and there, all piled up in the spatial warehouse.

But at this moment, taking out 300 taels is enough to surprise people. Qin Zhi's eyes widened, and he raised his head after a while and asked, "Lady, are we so rich?"

When he asked this question, not only did Feng Qingluo want to help her forehead, Han Yan was not calm at first, how could the dignified King Nan'an be so surprised when he saw 300 taels of silver?

Feng Qingluo tried her best to give Qin Zhi a big smile, "Yeah! These are all obtained from selling prey and medicinal materials, and they are all here." As he said, he pushed the money to Han Yan, "Take it all, and exchange it for food. How many can be saved counts.”

Han Yan had no choice but to agree.

Feng Qingluo's move gave Qin Zhi inspiration, he asked tentatively: "Han Yan, is my family rich?"

Han Yan froze for a moment, how should he answer this?

"Have."

"How much is it?"

"This..." really made people unable to answer.

"Isn't it less than my wife?"

Han Yan...

"Impossible! A family that can afford such servants is a rich family after all. How could it be possible that they don't even have 300 taels of silver?"

Han Yan: "Master, 300 taels is naturally available."

"How about three thousand?"

"Thirty thousand."

As soon as Qin Zhi's eyes lit up, his appetite grew, "Do you have 30?"

(End of this chapter)