"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'll give us some small money to have a few full meals. When we recover our strength, we will definitely make money and return it to you..."

If Liu Liwa was beaten to death in later generations, they would not believe this. They were all scammers who stared at each other. When you saw you, you said you had no money to take a bus home, and you would send the money to you when you got home. If you didn’t have money or ID card, you would just withdraw the money to you after you got the card... In this case, if it was a man, you would just take it to the police station and the woman would just take it to the hotel.

However, Liu Li Wa Juedu believed their words, because all the workers outside the city testified and guaranteed them. These people seemed to be beggars, but in fact they were one of the workers. They were just because they were weak and had a sick recently. They were unable to do physical work for the time being and had no income. They were forced to beg for helplessness and waited to recover their strength before working. This is the nightmare of the poor, allowing you to struggle, but will never wake you up.

"Go and go... don't hold me with your dirty hands." Xiao Dezi impatiently kicked away a man's shriveled arm, as if his arm would break if he had a little more force. Xiao Dezi muttered: "Get out, we don't have money to give you."

Liu Liwa was next to him, glanced at his bulging clothes and sneered. He took out a small piece of silver from his waist, less than one tael, but it was enough for these people to eat a few days of full meals. This is his principle, and there must be a limit to helping others. If this limit is exceeded, it will change a person. Especially those who receive help have a lazy temperament in their hearts, and excessive help to them will become their laziness. Just like the world-shaking title of some poor counties: 'Warm congratulations to xx County on successfully inclusion in the country's concentrated and contiguous poverty-stricken areas and becoming the main battlefield for national poverty alleviation in the new era."

But what else can we say when we regard relief as something worth celebrating? But what else can we do when we regard relief as a peaceful enjoyment?

However, the few people at this moment were not like this. They took Liu Liwa's relief silver and thanked her for a lot of gratitude. But they were weak and could no longer stand up. There were five of them in total. This must be enough for one person to have a good meal for a few days, but for the five people, they might be able to last for a day or two.

Despite this, they still thanked Liu Li and Wa for their gratitude, and they still did not forget to help and support each other. Some of them were hungry for three or four days, some had not eaten in just one day, and some were weak because of illness. They knew clearly how to use this small amount of money to make it work even more useful.

Although poor, people can see the glory of human nature, the unity and cohesion of the poor.

When the little emperor saw this scene, he felt a little touched. After all, this is the education he received since childhood. In the court, the ministers instilled in him every day what it means to "love the people as if they were sons" and what it means to "the people are noble and the king is light". Now he is among the people, and they don't need you to love them like your father. Even if you just give them some insignificant alms and mercy as a kind person, they will thank you and worship you.

This kind of worship is a sincere and grateful bow from the heart, not a false or formal bow from the court.

"Xiao Dezi, give them some money." His Majesty the Emperor finally spoke as they looked at their miserable appearance.

Xiao Dezi was so squeamish that he took out a small piece of silver like sand from his arms, and was still on the ground with anger. He turned his head and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, we are not carrying much money when we go out, and we still have to spend money. We really don't have spare money..."

"Yes, there is really no spare money. Even if there is one, I have to give it to the girl in the brothel. The two old men are so generous. Silver notes are like snowflakes flying in the sky..." Liu Liwa said sarcastically.

Xiao Dezi blushed suddenly, and the little emperor looked embarrassed. His princess's cold eyes were turned on. Whether the emperor or the eunuch were killed, Xiao Dezi quickly took out a stack of silver notes, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. But when he handed it out, he was flatly rejected by those who were so hungry that they could hardly stand up. They raised the heavy ingot of broken silver and said, "It's enough to have it. We have hands and feet to support ourselves."

A simple sentence makes many people blush. Those leaders who warmly celebrate the ability to eat state rescue will blush and don’t blush. They take out money for corruption and spend it. Do they feel that buying anything is like buying a coffin for themselves?

"Evil slave!" His Highness the Princess said two words hard, not only saying that Xiao Dezi, but also covering all the slaves in the world who hold public funds but do not do practical things for the people!

Xiao Dezi was frightened by the princess sister's shout, and she was so scared that she was out of her mind. If the princess hadn't used her eyes to signal him not to reveal his identity, she would have knelt down and kowtowed to admit her mistakes. He held a stack of silver notes and tried desperately to send them out, but he just didn't want it. Remember Xiao Dezi was walking around.

The little emperor was sweating with anxiety. As the king of a country, he shouted every day to benefit the people, but now seeing the people suffering, he couldn't even give out the money. How shameful is this to him.

At this moment, a carriage rushed over from a distance to near. The carriage was large and pulled by two tall horses, full of dry firewood, and it was piled up like a mountain. When everyone saw the carriage, they immediately surrounded it. When the carriage heard it approaching, they heard the chaser on the carriage saying: "Dry firewood is one thousand gold, 800 kilograms of tung oil, and five cents of silver for unloading the carriage."

"Okay..." Everyone applauded and immediately started to work. More than a dozen people started working hard. There were many people next to them looking at them calmly. It seemed that they all had a division of labor.

The little emperor stood aside, full of doubts. Why didn't he give them money? Instead, he worked so hard to fight against the piles of firewood?

At this time, another carriage came from the city, and some people surrounded it. This was the retailer who came to pick up the goods. He needed these laborers to crash the car, including a thousand kilograms of firewood and eight hundred kilograms of tung oil. It was more laborious to load the car, and the price was higher, so he could earn two taels of silver. It was equivalent to the income of Liu Liwa in Zuixinlou for two months now, which was also considered a high income, but they had to pay more sweat and had to share it equally with more than a dozen people.

He walked to the little emperor calmly, and naturally he could see that he was full of suspicion. Liu Liwa explained to him like a man of self-talk: "I enjoy the value created with my hands and feel at ease, and I am ashamed of getting it for nothing, but labor is the most glorious!"
Chapter completed!