Splendid Farm: Niangzi loves farming

Chapter 275 Fundraising
The porridge bucket was taken off the car, Shuanzi led the elk back to the city, and Mo Qianqian and Zuo Yishu slowly started offering porridge to the refugees one by one.

Seeing that the porridge was getting less and less, Mo Qianqian began to feel anxious, thinking that Shuanzi had just returned, and if the porridge must have not been cooked well, what would he do if the porridge was gone now!

Just as she was thinking, the refugees saw the porridge dwindling and began to commotion.Seeing this, Mo Qianqian said, "Don't worry, the two buckets of porridge are gone, there will be more in a while."

After the refugees heard what Mo Qianqian said, the commotion slowly subsided. It didn't take long for the two buckets of porridge to be divided, and many people stood there waiting.

Seeing their pitiful appearance, Mo Qianqian couldn't bear it, and looked at the two empty barrels and said, "Fathers and folks, please wait a moment, a car will come to deliver porridge to you later. .

In a short time, Shuan Zi drove the elk cart back here. Mo Qianqian and the others made porridge for these refugees, but the number of refugees continued to increase, and the porridge was just a drop in the bucket. Seeing this, Mo Qianqian frowned even deeper up.

Not long after, the two barrels of porridge that Shuanzi just brought were almost divided. At this time, the refugees saw that there was little porridge left, and started to grab it. Seeing this, Shuanzi and Mo Qianqian felt relieved. No matter how they saw this, they felt uncomfortable, and at this moment Mo Qianqian said: "Don't rob us, we will come to give you porridge at night.

The refugees could listen to Mo Qianqian's words. Some of them fought violently over a bowl of porridge. Seeing this, Mo Qianqian really felt sad.But there was really no way that his abilities were limited. Seeing the refugees messing up like a lunatic, Mo Qianqian sighed, and left with Shuanzi and the others.

After entering the city and returning to the shop, seeing Second Aunt and Xiao Hua busy, Mo Qianqian sat there silent.Shuanzi, your mother, who had finished her work, glanced at Mo Qianqian and asked, "Qianyu, what's the matter, why are you not in a good mood when you come back?"

Listening to his question, Mo Qianqian looked at him and said, "Second Aunt, those refugees outside the city are too pitiful. With my own strength, I can't help so many people."

After hearing this, Shuanzi's mother smiled wryly and said, "The government doesn't care, as long as you want to help as much as you can. Don't be too hard on yourself."

After Mo Qianqian listened, he didn't speak. He sat at the table and looked out the door. Looking at the crowd of people coming and going, a word "fundraising" suddenly appeared in Mo Qianqian's head.

When this word appeared here, a smile appeared on Mo Qianqian's face, and he immediately stood up from the table, looked at Shuanzi's mother and said, "Second Aunt, after dinner, you can continue to feed the refugees." Make porridge."

After finishing the words, he looked at Zuo Yishu and said, "You and Shuanzi are outside our shop and are cooking the big pot in our house, Xiao Hua, come and follow me into the house."

Zuo Yishu didn't know why Mo Qianqian made such an arrangement, and asked, "What are you doing with the pot in front of the door?"

Mo Qianqian said, "Make porridge and give it to the refugees."

After hearing this, Shuanzi looked at her and asked, "Where did our family get those rice? If we cook porridge for free here, our shop will be closed."

After listening, Mo Qianqian took a look at Shuanzi and said, "You don't need to worry about this, I'll figure out a way, you hurry up and Zuo Yishu put the pot back on, Xiaohua, follow me."

Xiaohua followed Mo Qianqian's call and walked into the house. Mo Qianqian found a big wooden basin and wrote on it with a pen. It said, "love to raise money or donate food to refugees."

After finishing writing, she looked at Xiaohua and said, "Come on, let's go to the street outside the shop.

Mo Qianqian walked out of the shop with Xiaohua holding the wooden basin, Zuo Yishu and Shuanzi both saw the words written on it, and frowned at the same time, wondering if the thousand words were for Xiaohua and her to go to the street to ask for money go.

While they were thinking, Mo Qianqian and Xiao Hua had already walked to the busy street in front of the door, and Mo Qianqian looked at Xiao Hua and said: "Look at the wooden basin standing here, whether someone gives money or food for a while , you go on, watch it."

When the words fell, Mo Qianqian looked at the passing crowd and shouted: "Fathers and folks, everyone who passes by should stop your footsteps for a while. I am the owner of this noodle shop. I stand here hoping Everyone can show their love and help those refugees outside the city. Those who have money can donate money, and those who have food can get the food. We don’t think too little of a coin, and we don’t think too much of a bowl of rice.”

Hearing Mo Qianqian's words, many people stopped in their tracks, looked at Mo Qianqian and asked, "Little girl, do you want to give porridge to the refugees?"

Listening to their questions, Mo Qianqian said, "Folks, yes, but my strength alone is too little. I hope everyone will support me."

After listening to Mo Qianqian's words, the people who stopped took out their own money from their pockets without a trace of doubt, and more or less threw it into the wooden basin in front of Xiaohua.There are also many ordinary people who went home and brought their surplus food, potatoes, vegetables and so on.After a while, Mo Qianqian and Xiaohua piled up a lot of various grains in front of them.

Xiaohua's wooden basin was also sprinkled with bits and pieces of silver.At this time, Mo Qianqian looked back and saw that Zuo Yishu and Shuanzi had already set up a simple pot table not far away. Mo Qianqian looked at the various vegetables and grains in front of him and said, "Everyone help me put them in the store." In front of the pot at the door, I cook porridge on the spot, and when it’s ready, I can take it out to the refugees.”

As soon as Mo Qianqian's words fell, many kind-hearted people took the initiative to help her move in front of the shop's door.

Seeing this, Mo Qianqian directly asked Shuanzi's mother to close the shop, and began to clean up and cook for the refugees.

Mo Qianqian was really surprised to see a steady stream of well-wishers sending them the remaining food. He just stood on the street and yelled twice. These people donated directly without even asking whether it was true or not Started with food.It really touched her, thinking that it would be impossible in modern times.

Shuanzi's mother saw the continuous supply of food and started to get busy. They didn't dare to waste any leaves, so they made the porridge with rice, added salt, and added some vegetables. , The landlord watched them do good deeds, and saw that Mo Qianqian's family didn't have enough barrels for rice porridge, so he took out his own, and helped borrow a few large wooden barrels, and even offered to help.

There were also many enthusiastic people who didn't know each other who took the initiative to help pick and wash vegetables. For a while, the front of Mo Qianqian's noodle shop was very lively.

Mo Qianqian counted all the money donated by the big guy and asked Xiao Hua to go to the grain store to buy grain.

(End of this chapter)