The cannon fodder in the book is laughing, and the scum is slapped in the face

Chapter 124 Out of stock

"I asked someone to push him, and he borrowed more." Lu Yunxu knew that Qiao Jinlan hated Qiao Yuanhui.

Of course, he would spare no effort to do anything that could help Qiao Jinlan vent her anger.

"He can't pay back the loan." Lu Yunxu said, and then said worriedly, "The main thing is that if he can't pay it back, I'm afraid he will come to you again."

"It's okay." Qiao Jinlan smiled and said, "Why should I be afraid of him? Just let him come."

It has to be said that Qiao Yuanhui has been rushing towards his own death.

From the moment he promoted his concubine to be his wife, there was no turning back.

After winter came, the weather became colder day by day, and finally, snowflakes began to fall.

Marquis Anyang looked up at the falling snow happily: "It's snowing!"

“It’s really snowing.”

Su Yunxia smiled and said, "My Lord, it's snowing. Jiaojiao is right."

"Well, Yi'er married a good wife!" Marquis Anyang said with emotion.

The snow lasted for three days.

Although not very large, the streets of the capital are already covered with a thick layer of snow.

The imperial court has sent people to clear as much snow as possible from the road, but the snow keeps falling and the road is still not easy to travel on.

All the ministers had to go out earlier than usual when attending court, otherwise they would waste a lot of time on the road. If they were late for the court session, it would be troublesome.

As the ministers were waiting to go to court, they all yawned.

They were supposed to get up early for the morning court, and now, they had to get up even earlier these days. In addition, the roads were slippery due to the snow, so they didn't even have a chance to catch up on some sleep during the entire journey.

I'm really sleepy.

However, among these people, Marquis Anyang was particularly energetic. He hoped that the snow would be heavier and the weather would be colder.

In this way, he could sell the charcoal he had stockpiled at a good price.

Marquis Anyang was happy, and Qiao Jiaojiao was even happier. She even went out to check out the shops on the street, despite the slippery road outside.

She wanted to see how many shops were selling charcoal and what the market price was.

However, what she didn't expect was that Qiao Jinlan actually started delivering charcoal in the city.

And it’s given to those who can’t afford charcoal at all!

"Madam, you are a good person!"

"Thank you, Madam!"

The people who received the charcoal kept thanking Qiao Jinlan. Qiao Jinlan smiled and waved her hand, asking everyone to go back quickly and not to suffer the cold here.

When Qiao Jiaojiao heard those people praising Qiao Jinlan, she felt terrible.

Why should so many people be grateful to someone like Qiao Jinlan?

Qiao Jiaojiao held her breath and stepped forward: "Sister is really kind-hearted. I believe that after today, your good reputation will spread throughout the capital."

Qiao Jinlan was not used to Qiao Jiaojiao's sarcastic remarks. She asked with a smile on her face, "What do you mean, sister?"

"Almsgiving is almsgiving, what does it mean to associate it with a good reputation?"

Qiao Jiaojiao couldn't stand Qiao Jinlan's pretentiousness, she said with disdain: "Sister, don't you know?"

"Some time ago, my sister gave out porridge, and now she's giving out charcoal... I think my sister knows exactly what it's for."

Qiao Jinlan frowned slightly in doubt and said in confusion: "I still don't quite understand what my sister means."

"But it's okay, I can go and ask."

Qiao Jinlan smiled brightly, but what she said next made Qiao Jiaojiao feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave: "The wife of the Shangshu in the south of the city is donating cotton clothes, and the princess in the north of the city is distributing porridge. They are older than me, so I think they can understand what my sister means."

"Sister, wait a minute, I'll go ask for your advice."

"No need!" Qiao Jiaojiao hurriedly called out to Qiao Jinlan who was about to leave.

If the Shangshu's wife and the princess knew about this, I don't know what they would think of her.

Qiao Jinlan is really shameless. She actually wants to harm her.

"Then sister, what exactly do you mean?" Qiao Jinlan asked humbly.

Qiao Jiaojiao's face turned green. She suspected Qiao Jinlan did it on purpose, but she had no evidence.

Qiao Jiaojiao opened her mouth and stammered to find an excuse: "I, I just think that what sister did is, very, very good... After sister has donated, everyone in the capital will know your kindness, and sister will have a good reputation."

"I, I'm happy for my sister!"

"So that's how it is." Qiao Jinlan nodded in sudden realization, then smiled particularly kindly, "Sister, it's OK too."

"My sister is now the wife of the prince of Anyang Marquis's Mansion. Doesn't the shop in the mansion also sell charcoal?"

"Sister can earn less money and give the charcoal as alms."

"This way, everyone will know the kindness of my sister and your family, and your good reputation will spread far and wide."

Qiao Jiaojiao was obviously stunned for a moment, then waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no."

"Why is it not possible?" Qiao Jinlan asked in confusion, "Isn't it a good thing to do good deeds?"

"Since my sister is so happy for me, why don't you do it yourself? Wouldn't you be happier this way?"

Qiao Jiaojiao's face turned green. With the current situation of Anyang Marquis' Mansion, let alone doing good deeds, even the original dignity can no longer be maintained.

Whether life will be better in the future depends on how much charcoal we stockpile this time.

Not to mention restoring the glory that Lin had when he was in the Marquis' Mansion, at least, he shouldn't be so stretched to the limit.

They are so poor, what else can she give alms to?

"Sister, you misunderstood." Qiao Jiaojiao sighed helplessly, "The charcoal in our shop has long been sold out."

"Sold out?" Qiao Jinlan looked at Qiao Jiaojiao in disbelief. "It's winter, the time to sell charcoal, and you're out of stock?"

"Originally, our family didn't plan to do business in this area, so we didn't import so much." Qiao Jiaojiao explained, "Now, apart from what we use at home, we don't have any extra."

"Even if I wanted to donate charcoal, I couldn't do anything."

Qiao Jinlan didn't intend to let Qiao Jiaojiao off so easily: "If you don't donate charcoal, you can donate other things. If my sister has this intention, I will find a way."

"Sister, don't you think so?"

Qiao Jinlan's question put Qiao Jiaojiao on hold. Qiao Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and said, "Sister is right. I'll ask someone to buy some steamed buns and give them to those in need."

If she doesn't spend money today, Qiao Jinlan will be doomed.

"Sister Dayi!" Qiao Jinlan laughed and called the maids and servants, "Go buy some steamed buns from the wife of the prince of Anyang Marquis's mansion. Tell them on the way so that those who need it can come and get the steamed buns."

"Yes." The maids and servants responded immediately.

Qiao Jiaojiao had no choice but to pay the money.

Fortunately, because of the large amount of steamed buns purchased, the maids and old women told the reason to others, allowing people in the capital to know the kindness of the Anyang Marquis' Mansion.

The charcoal in their shop was sold out and they couldn’t donate any charcoal, so they bought steamed buns and gave them to everyone.