"In fact, it is useless to give them gold and silver. What they need most now is food. Even if we give them gold immediately, they can't eat gold. Those who are about to starve to death will still starve to death. How can they survive until dawn to go to the city to buy food? , besides, didn’t you say you wouldn’t let the victims enter the city?”
Xilouyue was stunned when she heard this: "That's right..."
You see, people in the world are just one-minded. They have the ambition to rob the rich and help the poor but do not consider the reality.
So Bai Languo said proudly: "So in my opinion, we might as well just use this ingot to buy a thousand buns and distribute them to the victims. As for the rest of the gold, let's divide it between the two of us, right?"
Xilouyue's eyes darkened, and she suddenly had the urge to pick up the two bags of gold and smash her to death.
Aware of the cold murderous aura emanating from his senior brother, Bai Languo obediently lowered his head and made a confession: "You're kidding... I was joking!"
Xi Louyue withdrew her cold eyes, but sincerely admitted her mistake: "But what you said makes sense. One thousand taels of gold is not as useful to them as a thousand steamed buns." After pondering for a moment, he suddenly Turn around and walk back to the city.
Bai Languo chased after him: "Second Senior Brother, where are you going?"
"Go buy something to eat."
"Okay, I haven't eaten enough for dinner and I'm hungry!" Bai Languo heard this and followed him.
Xi Louyue was so angry that she wanted to beat her: "I didn't buy it for you!"
"Oh oh oh, I know, give it to the victims! The victims are important, hehehe..." Although he said this, when the hot buns came out of the oven, Bai Languo couldn't wait to pick one up and stuff it into his mouth...
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The two wandered around the major restaurants in the city. Many shops were closed or preparing to close. They originally refused the business, but Xi Louyue was very generous and gave him a few large gold ingots in exchange for thousands of steamed buns. With money, he could Let ghosts grind the mill, let alone people making steamed buns
Many shopkeepers woke up their long-term workers throughout the night to grind flour and dough to make steamed buns, steam the buns, and assemble the buns. In a short time, they were carrying six sacks of fresh buns from three shops.
And the gold in their pockets was almost squandered.
Every time Xi Louyue threw out a few ingots, Bai Languo would stop him: "Second Senior Brother, don't be fooled. This little bun is not worth the money!"
"It doesn't matter, we are doing long-term business." However, Xi Louyue regarded money as dirt, which made Bai Languo feel really distressed.
So Bai Languo ate all the steamed buns all the way. He counted on his fingers for a long time and said that the buns that originally cost three cents a piece are now almost eight cents. Buying more is not only not cheap but also a huge loss. If you don't eat it, you will feel sorry for this. Pricey buns!
By the time she reached the slums outside the city, she had already finished eight big buns by herself, and she was able to burp vigorously.
But seeing the ragged people scrambling for the steamed buns, crying and kneeling to say that the Living Bodhisattva was coming, Bai Languo suddenly burped in his throat and felt a little regretful: "If I had known... I would have eaten less. If I had known... I would have gone to one more shop and bought a few more bags of buns."
Xi Louyue laughed at her: "Didn't you say that you can't carry the sky-high-priced buns?" You know, Xi Louyue carried five of the six large bags of buns.
Bai Languo pursed his lips: "How did I know that there were so many victims and they were so pitiful?" There was a six-year-old baby at his feet, crying and shouting, "Give me one more bun, one more bun, my family, Almost all starved to death, except for a younger sister, waiting for her brother to find something to eat for her.