The silver name is heavy, Bai Murong holds it on his head to see it. Not only can this thing be used as a weapon at critical moments, but if you are shy in your pocket, you can still smash it as money.

It's really extravagant. I don't know what the famous names of powerful ministers such as Daliang and Yu Wenjie look like. It may be precious and luxurious materials such as gold and jade, which can be eaten for a lifetime after selling them.

Suddenly thinking about what Yu Wenjie said, he said that if it weren't for the royal palace as an obstacle, she might have been divided into pieces. Could it be that he is really solving the problem for her? He is not so kind-hearted.

However, as long as she appears in the city, there will be people following her, and she can actually feel it. However, many times, they are familiar faces, and they are people around Yu Wenjie.

Could it be that it is not tracking, but protection?

She didn't believe it very much, because according to his cold-bloodedness, he wouldn't do such thankless things.

The group of children who died in the tomb appeared in their minds again. Bai Murong took a deep breath, and when she thought about this, her anger burned again.

He stood up, put the name letter up, wrapped Bai Murong on his cloak, and then quickly left Suochang Pavilion.

Still following the back door, Su Yun turned a blind eye. He looked like an old Buddha kept at this back door. No one cared about it, but he didn't have to worry about it, but he didn't have to worry about it.

With a hood covered, Bai Murong turned left and right in the alley. At first, she could feel someone following her. However, after she escaped from the crowd, the people who followed her disappeared.

The stalking skills are too poor. They really have to be trained professionally, otherwise they will fail every time they do tasks and all the bonuses will be deducted.

Turning out of the alley, the street in front of me has never been here. It is not only dirty or messy, but it is smelly in this kind of weather.

There were quite a few people on the street, wearing ragged clothes, and they seemed to be dying of cold.

However, they all seemed to be heading in the same direction, looking very anxious, and didn't know what to join in the fun.

Bai Murong looked at the place where the crowd was about to go, turned his feet, and followed him.

In the crowd, Bai Murong further confirmed who they were, most of them were beggars, some were not beggars, but they looked poor and poor.

After following for a while, Bai Murong finally understood what they were going to do. Dozens of carriages were parked there at the end of the street and what supplies were being distributed.

The upright banner reads the characters, Dongsheng Shangshang, and the uppermost circle is slightly smaller than the other characters. There is a Song character circled in it.

Squinted his eyes, Bai Murong suddenly realized, Song? That is Song Zifei. Dongsheng Trading Company should be Song Zifei's industry.

The beggars who came here to get supplies and the poor people lined up automatically, not rushing to compete, and they really understood the rules.

This street should be the most broken street in the imperial city. There are frozen feces on the corners of the street. The bodies of people passing by are smelly. Several children's shoes are exposed and their toes are exposed, which are frozen red.

Standing outside the queue, Bai Murong looked inside. More than a dozen of the Dongsheng Trading Company were busy, and they distributed cotton coats and cotton shoes. Although the quality seemed average, for these poor people, these clothes were enough to allow them to spend this winter safely.

I didn't see that Song Zifei, the richest man, really has kind intentions, but he is indeed consistent in his words. He really doesn't take the money seriously, and even thinks it's a burden.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared, flowing in the air, pushing away the people waiting to receive the supplies and squeezed in.

Some people expressed dissatisfaction, so they punched and beat people, which was extremely domineering.

I squeezed to the front of the crowd, lined up to block the people behind, and then started to grab the cotton coats and shoes in the guy's hand.

When they saw that they were not poor people who needed these, the guys naturally disagreed. The people began to curse and started to snatch them.

At first glance, these people are gangsters. They probably don’t have money and want to grab these free items and then take out the takeaway, so that they can make money.

The guys began to stop them, and the gangsters also pushed and shoved upwards, one by one, fierce and evil spirits.

It is obvious that these guys are not those guys who have some kung fu around Song Zifei, but just ordinary guys, and they are not opponents of those gangsters at all.

Bai Murong shook her head. She had seen too many such people, a group of things she deserved to beat.

Taking off her hood, she swung her cloak, and then rushed into the crowd quickly.

The arrogant gangsters flew out one by one, some of their hands and feet deformed and screamed in pain.

The guys who had even picked up the horse whip to defend were stunned, and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, stunned.

"There is nothing you don't rob. If the manure can be sold for money in the future, do you have to rob it?" Bai Murong kicked the gangster who was lying on the ground and clapped his hands. He thought how strong the combat power was, a group of five scumbags were fighting.

The beaten gangsters hurriedly got up, quickly retreating, and cursing loudly. Seeing Bai Murong glaring at him, they ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"A bunch of waste." Bai Murong snorted, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

"Thank you, Miss." Several guys came over, but they didn't expect that a woman was so lethal.

"You're welcome. You are under the richest man of Song Zifei, are you doing charity? Are those cotton coats and shoes given to these poor people for free?" Several carriages were full of goods and a lot of supplies.

"Yes, our shopkeeper distributes free food and clothing to poor families all year round. He planned to help some children from poor families enter the school, but the children of poor families cannot enter the school. In the end, the government failed and the matter failed. The shopkeeper was still lost for a long time." When the guy said this, he looked angry and helpless. All the guys were from the bottom, and they knew it was not easy to live at the bottom.

After hearing this, Bai Murong felt very uncomfortable. In this world, children from poor families not only need to be buried with noble people, but they can't even study. It's really unreasonable.

After looking at the people who were queuing up again, some children were so cold that their faces were like potatoes and their noses were flowing. It was so pitiful.

Sighing, she raised her hand and took down the hood, then took off all the hairpins on her head, which were heavy.

"My richest man and I have also done business, so we have met each other. If you do such good deeds, you can bring me some of them. Take them. Buy some hats and give them to those children." It's so pitiful.

The guy held the pile of jewelry in both hands and looked at Bai Murong again, "I wonder what the lady calls me?"

"It's okay if you don't know, because I'm going to talk to your shopkeeper about business now. Do it well. It's a luxury for the poor to live a good life for a day." He patted the guy's shoulder, Bai Murong put on his hood and turned and left.

The chaos in the streets is like a dog.

The only hero drives tigers and leopards, and there are no heroes who are afraid of bears and wrinkles. She has nothing to be afraid of. Even if her condition is bad, she still has to do what she wants.
Chapter completed!