Because of this, Song Xiangchen did not rush to order a move.

"Captain Xiao, can I ask, why do you do this?"

"What's the benefit of doing this?"

The prisoners around him also followed Song Xiangchen to ask questions.

"Yes, you are obviously doing a fake good deed!"

"If you want to do what you said, you can't handle it without tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Where did you get so much money?"

Xiao Zhengyang looked at the prisoner who questioned him, reached out to take out a fist-sized night bead from his backpack.

"Money has never been a problem for me."

"Did you see this night pearl in my hand?

I can sell this thing at least 100,000 taels of silver, right?

Last year, your city lord Shi Wenxuan bought a night pearl that was only one-fifth of the size of me from the capital, and spent 100,000 taels.

I'm selling this bead for 100,000 yuan, no one doubts you, right?"

The person who questioned Xiao Zhengyang's lack of money stopped talking.

They all knew about Shi Wenxuan buying a night pearl with 100,000 taels of silver in Beijing.

But these people were still dissatisfied, especially Song Xiangchen.

"So what if you have money!"

"The world is full of prosperity and profit.

This is not a good thing, I don't believe you will really do it!"

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Song Xiangchen.

"If I say that God has the virtue of being alive, this is indeed a bit false.

I'm not that noble either!"

"But I have brothers and sisters, elderly and children in my family, and I still have compassion.

I felt very uncomfortable when I saw these elderly people, children could not fill their stomachs and did not cover their bodies.

I believe you see these old men and children barefoot in the middle of winter, wearing half of their bodies exposed, but they still have to go to the snow outdoors to find food.

You can't bear it, right?

I'm doing something for them within my ability, is it strange?"

These prisoners bowed their heads one after another.

Although they have always regarded Xiao Zhengyang as their enemy, Xiao Zhengyang's words still touched them.

Xiao Zhengyang turned his head and looked at Song Xiangchen again.

"Mr. Song Qian, what do you think?"

Song Xiangchen no longer refuted Xiao Zhengyang.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to refute it, but that he can’t find a reason to refute Xiao Zhengyang.

Xiao Zhengyang looked up and looked into the distance.

“If it were only for this reason, maybe some of you would doubt my motives.

Then I will give you another reason.

Although they are old people and women, I think they are actually people who can create value.

Among them, they are skillful in their hands and feet and can weave cloth and dye cloth for the dye workshop in the future.

Those who can’t learn how to weave or dye cloth can do some rough work in a brick and tile factory.

Besides, if you can’t even do brick and tile factories, farming is their old job, it’s not difficult.

So from the perspective of long-term interests, I am not raising these people for nothing, but investing.

When I plan this place, they each find their own place and live a stable life.

Not only do I not have to raise them in vain.

They can also form a prosperous town in this area and provide good taxes for our Qingfeng Village."

After Xiao Zhengyang finished speaking, he looked at Song Xiangchen.

"Is this a reason true enough?"

Song Xiangchen was still dissatisfied.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to expose Xiao Zhengyang's hypocrisy so that his two hundred brothers would follow him to kill Xiao Zhengyang wholeheartedly; then snatch the guard's weapons and capture Luojiazhuang.

However, after hearing Xiao Zhengyang's words, his two hundred brothers who were originally devoted to him changed their attitude towards Xiao Zhengyang one after another.

Although they said nothing, Song Xiangchen could know from their eyes looking at Xiao Zhengyang that they no longer wanted to assassinate Xiao Zhengyang with him! Before coming to this refugee camp, these people looked at Xiao Zhengyang with resentment and dissatisfaction.

But now, these people not only had no resentment in their eyes when they saw Xiao Zhengyang, but also had a little more respect! Song Xiangchen knew that even if he ordered a move at this time, there would not be many people who would attack Xiao Zhengyang with him.

But Song Xiangchen was not giving up.

Song Xiangchen knew that he wanted to bring back the hearts of his two hundred brothers and let them resist Xiao Zhengyang with him again, so he wanted to make them believe that all the things Xiao Zhengyang did were all false good deeds for them to show! But Song Xiangchen also knew that if he wanted to prove this, his hope was getting slimmer.

So Song Xiangchen seized the last key he thought and asked Xiao Zhengyang.

"Then why do you still need to build a school?"

“The refugees here can’t even eat enough, so where do they get the money to go to school?

You're too fake!"

Xiao Zhengyang smiled.

"I didn't say I wanted to charge them for tuition!"

"Not only does it cost no fees to go to school in our school, but I also provide every child who goes to school with three meals a day for free, which is better than the food for serving porridge here.

These children can not only learn to write and calculate in my school, but in the future I will also teach them various practical techniques such as weaving and dyeing, planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms, making iron and steel.

When these children grow up in the future, they can make a living for themselves by relying on these skills they have learned.

I believe that in the future they will never have to be like you, and in order to earn a bite of food, they have to carry their swords to the battlefield to work hard for others!"

After hearing what Xiao Zhengyang said, Song Xiangchen knew that he could no longer let his two hundred brothers work hard for Shi Wenxuan! Not only did he and his brothers, but even Song Xiangchen himself was convinced by Xiao Zhengyang after listening to Xiao Zhengyang's plan for his school.

Like these children, Song Xiangchen also died on the battlefield.

Later, there was no food at home, so his mother had to sell herself to exchange for a few steamed buns to make Song Xiangchen survive.

But not long after, his mother was beaten to death by the landlord who bought her.

Song Xiangchen was less than ten years old at that time. He quietly touched the landlord's house and took advantage of the opportunity of the old man sleeping and killed him with scissors.

After Song Xiangchen avenged his mother, he fled to Qingyang City and beg for food on the street.

Later he met Shi Wenxuan.

Shi Wenxuan gave him a bite of food, so he followed Shi Wenxuan and worked hard for him until now.

Shi Wenxuan not only adopted Song Xiangchen, but also adopted many homeless children.

When these children grew up, they became Shi Wenxuan's adopted son and daughter, and worked hard for Shi Wenxuan.

Song Xiangchen also knew that Shi Wenxuan gave them food to their children, either out of sympathy or wanted them to work hard.

But Song Xiangchen always felt that this was their destiny.

Song Xiangchen's biggest wish is that when his son grows up in the future, he will not have to repeat his destiny; he will no longer have to carry a knife to the battlefield to work hard for others in order to earn a bite of food like him! But for so many years, Song Xiangchen has never known how to get rid of this destiny.

Today, Xiao Zhengyang's words made Song Xiangchen see hope for the first time! A bright light flashed in Song Xiangchen's eyes.
Chapter completed!