When he returned home, his father Liu Da immediately ordered his servants to heat up the leftover food. Liu Wenyang didn't say much, but just said that he had recovered the gourd. As for why he was chasing, he did not explain too much. Although his father was a little confused, every time his son did things, he stopped asking questions.

However, during the conversation, Liu Wenyang took the opportunity to invite Chun Shisanniang to open Guanxiang Hall in the county town and tell his father about his cooperation in business.

The father was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This is a good thing. It is better to be able to go to the county town than stay in a small place."

He also said: "Men are determined to be in all directions, don't worry about their family. When I am old, stay at home and enjoy the peace and prosperity. You can go out to work hard... Haha, work harder, and then I can enjoy a wealthy family."

Seeing him like this, Liu Wenyang felt relieved. He originally thought that his father would worry about him and could not bear to leave home. However, he did not realize how far-fetched his father was when he laughed. After all, there were a few parents in the world who really wanted his son to go out to work hard away from home.

After these twists and turns, Liu Wenyang understood that it is not safe to hide this money anywhere. Instead of hiding it deep, it is better to take it out and do business, but what should I do? Liu Wenyang thought about it and soon came up with an idea.

...

The 28th year of Hongwu, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

It seems that there are two days before New Year's Eve, many families have posted happy door gods on their doors; even those who have no money will beg some people who can write to write the word "媺" or "媺" on their simple wooden doors.

Compared with many people who post couplets and hang door gods, the famous Liu Mansion now does not have such free time, because today is the first day when Liu Mansion opens a porridge shop outside the gate.

The outside of the Liu family was crowded with people. The poor people in ragged clothes were holding broken bowls one by one, waiting for the little boy Mingyue to scoop the steaming thin porridge into their bowls, and then nodded constantly to thank them, holding the broken bowl and squatted aside and sucked it.

In fact, although there was no publicity, the refugees around Taohua Town flocked to each other. After all, being able to eat a bite of porridge before this cold New Year is a kind of blessing given by God for these homeless poor people. However, this time, it was not the one who gave the steaming porridge rice, but the little Liu Shenxiang Liu Wenyang.

For Liu Wenyang, he was not a natural charity. On the contrary, he was still very greedy for money and sex at some point. However, when he saw that there were so many people waiting to serve porridge, he was still stunned. In his consciousness, the people of the Ming Dynasty were still very peaceful and prosperous. The emperor Zhu Laoba was still very good. After all, he was a farmer with a good root and treated the people very well. But the scene in front of him broke his consciousness a little.

Not far away, a little daughter, who was only seven or eight years old, had a messy bun on her head, was wearing thin and torn clothes, revealing her dirty arms and legs. She didn't wear shoes under her feet, but bare feet stepped on the cold snow, her feet were full of shocking cracks and frostbite. She took a big broken bowl and lined up to receive the porridge.

The man behind him was about to be the turn of the little girl, so he pushed the little girl away and said, "Get out!"

The little girl was already thin and could not stand such great force. She staggered and fell to the ground, and the big bowl in her hand shattered.

The little girl suddenly suffered this disaster and immediately started crying, but the people around her were indifferent.

Just when the little girl was isolated and helpless, she was picked up by herself and wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, "Don't cry, don't cry! If you cry, your face will be bad!"

It was Liu Wenyang who was holding the little girl.

The little girl looked at Liu Wenyang and said with tears in her eyes: "My bowl..."

"Your bowl is broken, I'll get you a new one later!" Liu Wenyang coaxed her.

"I don't want it, I want my bowl..." The little girl cried even harder.

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to give you a new bowl?"

"Mom said, you can't take what you are not yours! So I just want my own bowl..." the little girl said, wiping her tears.

"Your mom? Where is she?"

“It’s right there.”

Following the direction the little girl pointed, Liu Wenyang saw a woman lying against the wall not far away, lying against the wall, wearing a ragged dress, and wearing thinner than the little girl, looking at this side with weak energy.

Liu Wenyang looked at the little girl with frostbite all over her arms, and then looked at her sick mother. It was the cold weather, but the mother and daughter insisted on a belief: they were not their own things, so they must not take them!

Suddenly, Liu Wenyang felt his eyes a little wet. He wanted to roll out something. He hurriedly wiped it with his hand and covered it up, "Then I'll give it to you, right?" As he spoke, Liu Wenyang called Xiao Cui, the maid next to him, and brought a bowl of hot porridge, brought the little girl to the mother, and told him about the incident. The woman thanked him very much. He called Liu Wenyang a "great charity".

At that moment, Liu Wenyang suddenly felt that he could not afford this name at all.

"Son, don't sigh anymore. You and I can only do so much at most!" Dad Liu Da came to him at some point and said. "If it weren't for you, our Liu family wouldn't have been operating from time to time, and we wouldn't have started a porridge shop like we are now. I guess we can't even solve the problem of our own food and clothing."

Liu Wenyang wiped his nose with his hand and said, "Even so, I still want to do my best."

Just as Liu Wenyang was talking with his father, firecrackers sounded, but it was Wu Baiwan, a big businessman invited by Liu Wenyang to post, as well as the local rich man Fangye of the Ming Dynasty, Fang Yuanwai and Zhang Dahuye, who had arrived.

The three of them were wearing different clothes. Wu Baiwan still wore a fur hat and a brocade gown, looking vicissitudes, and had a very good atmosphere. Fang Yuan put on a hero scarf, a gray cloth short-strike, and a big black cloak on his face. He looked energetic. He was the kind of Ming otakus who was full and had nothing to do, staying at home to rub his fists and palms; as for Zhang Dahu, he stood up with his chest, put his hands on his hips, wore gold and silver, and was covered in copper smell, and was a rich man.

In order to celebrate the opening of the Liu family porridge farm, the three of them set off firecrackers together.

The firecracker burst, spreading red on the ground, and the snow-white snow was like red petals sprinkled, which looked very eye-catching.

After the firecrackers were set off, Liu Wenyang walked over to greet the three big bosses, but did not invite the three of them directly into the house, but took them to see the entire porridge-double scene.

The Fang Yuanwai is also a well-known good man. While watching, he said, "I didn't expect there were more refugees this year than in previous years. I also opened a porridge shop last year, but there were never so many people."

The big husband said with a panting belly: "The more people there are, the harder it is to rescue. Originally, a pot of porridge could save more than ten people, but hundreds of people came at once, but how could they save them?!"

As for Wu Baiwan, he didn't say anything. He was used to traveling around the world and seeing such scenes too many times, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Liu Wenyang put all the expressions of the three of them into his eyes and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that I, Liu, are good at observing appearances, can know good fortune and predict fate, but I don't know that no matter what the fortune or fate are, I actually lack one thing..."

Zhang Dahu was straight, "But I don't know what I lack?"

Liu Wenyang said: "Impotence----!"
Chapter completed!