"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

At the Lingqiao Wharf of Sanjiangkou, Yin County, with the sound of a gong, several strong young men with red cloth and red belts quickly set up an exhibition stand and hung a banner on it.

On the banner, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man, uniting as one, and defending the country is extremely clear.

A group of young women carrying baskets spread candy biscuits to the crowds, and a group of children holding leaflets began to shout loudly to the more well-dressed people.

Soon, five thick wooden boxes were lifted from the carriage and placed in the center of the open space. Each wooden box also had the words "Donation Box".

"What are you doing?"

"have no idea!"

"Hey, isn't this the person who came to promote Xiaolong Bay Harbour last time?"

People who came to watch the fun were talking, and some people recognized Zhao Qi and others, mainly because this scene was too familiar.

"All the fellow villagers in Yin County, we are from Xiaolongwan Harbor in Yanggong Town. Today, we are not promoting Xiaolongwan or selling houses, but raising military pay for soldiers on the frontline war of resistance. As we all know, the Mongolians have divided their troops into two groups to attack our Song Dynasty since March. Fierce battles in Jingshan, Sichuan are in full swing, and the soldiers on the frontline have suffered heavy casualties..."

"Duke Chongguo asked to guard Ezhou regardless of his old age. However, the court was short of funds and could not send more soldiers, food, grass and military salaries to Ezhou. If the Mongolian army attacked Ezhou, the consequences would be unpredictable. Duke Chongguo was hard-working since his Qingyuan Mansion, and he managed our Qingyuan Mansion in an orderly manner. At present, Duke Chongguo rushed to the national crisis, and our Qingyuan Mansion's elders could not stand by. In order to support Duke Chongguo and the soldiers on the front line of Ezhou to fight the enemy, our Xiaolongwan Port will donate 180,000 yuan to Ezhou. At the same time, it also advocated that the elders of the Qingyuan Mansion have money and work hard to donate more military salaries together..."

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, unite as one, and defend the country. Although we cannot go to the front line to fight bravely, we can still contribute to the soldiers who fight bloodyly on the front line and to defend the country. At this time when the country is in trouble, no one is divided into old and young, no one is divided into north and south, and all have the responsibility of defending the land in the war of resistance. Otherwise, the Mongols would kill the Yangtze River and our Qingyuan Mansion would not be able to escape the disaster..."

Among the crowd, the simple-dressed boy was still the day, holding a wooden trumpet and waving his fists to the crowd, making a loud speech.

After hearing this, the group of people around quickly understood the intentions of these people. Some looked through the flyers in their hands and read aloud, some whispered to each other and whispered, and some turned around and left when they heard that they were donating money. However, more people were moved, but they felt a little unreliable, and they asked some questions about the same problems as they encountered in Yanggong Town.

Zhao Qi stood in the circle, and naturally answered one by one. After a few points, a thin black boatman threw more than ten cents into the donation box. After someone took the lead, many people in the crowd took out their wallets. Soon, the front of the donation box was filled with people. The scene looked similar to that in Yanggong Town, and it was even more lively.

Lingqiao Wharf is originally the oldest and largest wharf in Sanjiangkou. There are dense ships on the wharf, and there are also many shops on the shore, with warehouses, restaurants and restaurants lined up. People coming and going are more prosperous and lively than Yanggong Town. This is a legend, and soon the entire Lingqiao Bridge is crowded with people.

"Scatter, who is gathering here to make noise..."

A group of officers and soldiers came over with long spears. After a violent commotion, the onlookers dispersed one after another. A burly and tall black-faced man stepped into the field with his waist knife.

"Hey, Zhao Dalang..." The black-faced man was about to get angry, but when he saw that he was an acquaintance.

"Prince Tong!" Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly and bowed to explain, "We are not here to promote Xiaolongwan Harbor today, but to raise military pay for Duke Chongguo and the soldiers on the Ezhou front line!"

"Raising military pay?" The half-steel knife drawn by County Commander Tong was stuffed into the scabbard. When he was confused, a child next to him stuffed him a leaflet.

"Defend the territory in the War of Resistance, defend the country, and donate military salaries to the Ezhou frontline..."

County Magistrate Tong glanced at the flyer a few times, then looked at the banner and donation box, asked Zhao Qi again, and then excitedly clasped his fists at Zhao Qi:

"I almost rushed to the Dragon King Temple. Tong really didn't expect that Dalang would have such patriotic and righteous acts. Duke Chong is the person whom Tong respects the most. This time I wanted to follow Duke Chong to the front line to kill the enemy, but I couldn't go to official duties. I didn't know how to help Duke Chong. Dalang's move was exactly what I wanted. Since I met, Tong would donate it first..."

County Magistrate Tong touched his body, then took out a few pieces of broken silver and a few wrinkled pieces of money, counted it and added up to two or three stagnants of money, and immediately lowered his head in shame and said, "I have only this money on my body, I hope Dalang will not be too little!"

"There are many, many, many, and they can contribute money and strength. No matter how much, they are all about expressing their support for the frontline soldiers. County Magistrate Tong can put the money into this donation box..."

Under Zhao Qi's guidance, County Magistrate Tong blushed and stuffed a handful of change into the donation box, then turned around and shouted at a team of officers and soldiers: "Duke Chongguo killed the enemy on the front line, and we can't do nothing. You donate all the money you have on you. You dare to leave a text official to kill him!"

A group of officers and soldiers immediately touched their pockets and put the copper coins and banknotes into the donation box, and then turned over the pockets of the money and pockets to show to County Wei Tong.

"Okay, they are all men. I will never forget you next time I have the chance to get rich. Huoya, you, the army, stay here to help Dalang take care of the fundraising. Anyone who dares to destroy will take it to the county government for offense. Others will use some flyers to help distribute it to the neighborhoods. After we eat military rations, we can't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, so we can still run errands!"

With the order from the county magistrate Tong, more than a dozen officers and soldiers left each of them, a stack of flyers scattered from the wooden box on the carriage.

"Thank you, County Magistrate Tong!" Zhao Qi thanked again thanked him very gratefully.

"Thank you, why do you do? It seems that Duke Chong is not wrong with you. Good thing. I will go home to withdraw some money to donate it. I'm in a hurry to go out today and didn't bring much money. It's really embarrassing!" County Magistrate Tong patted Zhao Qi on the shoulder and turned around and left.

Although the onlookers were enthusiastic just now, there were actually more people watching, and few donated. There were thousands of people around, but there were only about a hundred or ten people who actually donated. Most of them were in the waiting and watching stage. Now, they saw that the County Magistrate Tong donated money, but they went home to withdraw money. At this moment, the onlookers' emotions were instantly mobilized. More and more generous donations were added, and the denomination of the donation was also increasing. At the beginning, some boatmen, migrant workers and ordinary vendors donated money. The paper money was only a dozen or so, and the copper coins were counted as much as hundreds of people. However, after County Magistrate Tong left, some people had already donated dozens of money, even big piles of silver, and their enthusiasm for donation increased a lot.

Seeing the lively donation scene, Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from the situation of fundraising in two places, the people are still very enthusiastic about supporting the frontline war of resistance.

But it is indeed not enough to rely on him alone. It would be great if there were special organizations and volunteers to help like in later generations.

"Get out of the way, what is the fundraising for the fight against the war and saving the country? Isn't it a liar..."

As a sarcastic sound rang out, the crowd of onlookers was bustling, and a young man walked in from the dispersed crowd with a flyer in his hand, shaking a folding fan, and hugging the crowd.

"Gao Yanei is here!" Some people always changed their colors and exclaimed, and many people who were donating also covered their money bags and retreated.

"Gao Yanei?" Zhao Qi looked carefully in shock and saw a young man of twenty-three or four years old, wearing a gorgeous embroidered brocade suit, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, his hair was shiny, and a flower of a palm-sized sideburns, with fair skin and arrogant expression. At first glance, he was the kind of playboy who was pretending to be beaten. He was a species that was pressed to the ground by the protagonist.

However, Zhao Qi's focus is not on this pretentious person, but on a group of people behind Gao Yanei.

Because he saw an acquaintance, Lu Guangping, the second young master of the Lu family.
Chapter completed!