Listening to the sound of someone beside him, Qin Chi paused his hand with jerky and looked at Fan Ying: "Take out all the remaining dry food for everyone!"

Anyway, I will enter the city early tomorrow morning, so I won’t need this dry food at that time.

Fan Ying nodded and stood up to go to the carriage outside.

They would replenish dry food along the way, so there was still a lot of things left in the carriage in the capital.

Fan Ying carried a big cloth bag and stood in front of another empty table and said, "My fellow villagers, let's get some dry food here first!"

They all missed the time and were unable to enter the city. Some of them did not come out with food at all.

When Fan Ying first spoke, most people were embarrassed to go over and take it. Some people with their children saw that the child was so hungry that they could only go up to ask for some food with shamelessness.

Fan Ying smiled and handed the thing to the child, and gave her a bag of water very considerately reminding her that the food is very hard and should be slower when eating.

After arranging the children, Fan Ying saw that the food in the cloth bag could be almost given away a little, so she carried the bag and stuffed a few pieces of jerky and a piece of cake.

At the end, there were still some left, so he asked all the children in the shed to give to them.

"There are a few people going out for a walk, so let's do it first!"

"Thank you, the young man and the young man!"

The people who were stuffed with food thanked them a little embarrassedly.

The distribution of food at one time has brought the relationship between this group of people a lot, and the treatment of Qin Chi and his group has lost their previous ruthlessness and avoidance.

When night fell, many oil lamps were lit in the straw shed, illuminating the place brightly.

"Hey, there are so many oil lamps here?"

Fan Ying spoke in surprise!

It was enough to put a large number of seats and benches in this thatched hut to surprise him. Unexpectedly, there would be so many oil lamps lighting at night.

An old man sitting on his single-car looked at him in surprise and smiled and said, "This guy is from another place. We actually didn't have this straw shed in the early years."

"How did this straw shed come from?"

Fan Ying was very curious about this question.

The young master seemed to know something, but he obviously didn't want to say it.

Fan Ying was very curious about who could build a large thatched hut under the city wall and avoid being demolished by the soldiers guarding the city.

The old man touched his beard and spoke with emotion: "This matter is a bit long. This straw hut was built by Prince Jin!"

Speaking of this, he looked around and waved at Fan Ying to signal him to come over.

Fan Ying looked back at the young master who was reading a book and the young lady who picked up the pen and didn't know what to write. Driven by curiosity, he leaned over to the old man.

The old man lowered his voice and said, "No one dared to mention this matter of Prince Jin for several years. Since you are curious, the old man will tell you, but don't forget to say it, maybe you will lose your head!"

So serious?

Fan Ying suddenly didn't want to listen, but the old man had already started to speak in a low voice.

"When it comes to this prince of Jin, he is the most undisputed person in Kyoto."
Chapter completed!