Chapter 887: Charity

Click.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the door closing was heard.

"Ye Fan? The same surname as King Ye." The clan leader had not yet reacted, muttering Ye Fan's name, thinking: "Is he also from the dragon slayer family..."

"Clan leader, how is it?" Ye Fan left, and the snowman tribe members came out one after another.

"Nothing happened, he went to see the deer prophet." Ye Fan decisively gave up recruiting, which made the clan leader feel a little embarrassed.

"Didn't they force us to go to Nanchuan?" Other clan members were also a little surprised.

The snowman tribe is strong and resistant to extreme cold. Such blood is the standard of the best soldiers.

"Nanchuan has strong soldiers and horses, and there may be no shortage of people with the blood of the descendants." The older people in the tribe analyzed.

"But I think that person looks familiar, as if I've seen him before." A clan member who was peeking spoke up at this time, somewhat curiously, "Who is he?"

"He didn't say." The clan leader shook his head, and wanted to say the name, but he had amnesia: "He said his name was Ye... It seemed to be Ye Fan?"

"Ye Fan!" Hearing this name, Qiao Luo, who was originally still guilty, suddenly became excited and grabbed the clan leader, "Clan leader, can you say it again, what is his name?"

"It seemed to be Ye Fan, if I remember correctly." The clan leader looked at Qiao Luo excitedly, He was also a little confused: "Qiao Luo, do you know him?"

"Of course I know him!" Qiao Luo hurriedly said: "Ye Fan, the real King Ye, the Lord of Nanchuan!"

"Chief, the one who just talked to you was King Ye!"

"Huh?" The chief was also surprised. He thought that the young man was extraordinary. When Qiao Luo said this, he had almost no doubts. He just took a breath: "I was actually talking to King Ye just now!"

"King Ye came to our Snowman Clan in person." When they heard that the visitor was Ye Fan, everyone was a little excited.

For them, Ye Fan now can be called a legend.

The most powerful person among the heroes can also be said to be a man standing at the top of power and influence.

"King Ye came here, obviously he thinks highly of our Snowman tribe!" Qiao Luo said. He was unwilling to be mediocre, and Ye Fan's arrival seemed to ignite the fire in his heart: "If we follow King Ye, we will definitely live a good life in Nanchuan!"

"That's King Ye." Someone echoed: "Nanchuan is a truly rich place. I went there once last year. You don't know how good it is there. There are immortal clouds and beast-controlling balls..."

"Really? I think I should go and see it."

"..."

Everyone talked about it, obviously, they were all tempted.

This is not their fault. Ye Fan came in person, after all, it was equivalent to one of the three kings in the past coming to talk in person.

That kind of natural respect and yearning for big people made their fears dissipate a lot.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the tribe members getting excited because of Ye Fan, the tribe leader couldn't sit still and scolded: "Have you forgotten how we have lived until now?"

"What's wrong with King Ye? Didn't King Ye come here to recruit us as cannon fodder?"

"But didn't he recruit us..." The tribe member whispered: "Didn't he like us?"

"It's best if he didn't like us, so that you don't have to worry about us all day long!" The tribe leader replied and scolded: "Go back to sleep, no one is allowed to talk about King Ye again!"

The tribe leader is majestic. After saying this, the excited people suddenly stopped. Although they were a little reluctant, they still walked back to their rooms under the supervision of the tribe leader.

After such a commotion, it was already late at night when all the tribe members went back.

The tribe leader stood in the courtyard, looking lonely, but his face was full of sorrow.

He naturally felt the restlessness of the tribe members, but at his age, such restlessness made him feel very uneasy.

As the world judges, the Snowman tribe is the most suitable candidate to be a soldier. If exposed, King Ye is fine today, but in the future, perhaps the army and strong men will escort them.

The truth will come out sooner or later, and the temporary peace will be broken by their agitation.

"This is not a solution." After thinking for a long time, the clan leader shook his head, but in his mind, the noisy words of the clan members just now flashed.

Following King Ye, you can live well in Nanchuan.

"... King Ye values ​​talents, maybe, there is really such a possibility?"

Click, click.

Under the gate of Hanxue City, Ye Fan and Yingmu lowered their footsteps.

There is no curfew in the city, and some light can be seen from a distance.

Places like the city gate are often the favorite places for homeless vagrants and beggars who have nothing in the city.

It is wide, cold-proof, and water-proof. You can have a good sleep with a bed and quilt. If you are lucky, you may meet a kind passerby who will give you some money.

"There are too many homeless people." When he got to the real place, Sakuragi was a little shocked by the scene in front of him.

On both sides of the road, homeless people were sleeping in rows, so dense that there were probably dozens of them at a glance.

"Which one of these is the Deer Seer?"

"Look patiently." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his inquiring eyes swept across these people, but in the end he couldn't see anything.

They were all ordinary people, without any elemental fluctuations on their bodies.

"These prophets, wise men, all like to do this." Ye Fan was not surprised and slowed down his pace.

"Uncle! Please be kind! Give me some money!" Before he took two steps, a beggar rushed over.

It looked like he was extremely hungry. He grabbed Ye Fan's legs and feet and burst into tears on the spot.

"I haven't eaten in a few days, so I can give you something to eat!"

"Uncle! Come on, okay!"

"This..." Sakuragi on the side was a little embarrassed and looked at Ye Fan with the intention of asking.

"Well..." Ye Fan naturally knew that, after thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up.

"Give!"

"Here?" Sakuragi was stunned, but seeing that Ye Fan was determined, he didn't say anything and took out a handful of money from his bag.

Wow!

When I took out a handful of money, the eyes of the homeless people and beggars around me shone.

Several eyes gathered together, as if meeting a pack of wolves late at night in the jungle.

"Both." Ye Fan said at this moment, "I am a passing businessman, and I like to give alms and build good relationships."

“Any friend who needs money to tide over the difficulties can come to me to get it.”

“Can I get them all??”

As soon as the words came out, everyone couldn't sit still. Their eyes were gleaming just now, but now they all gathered around. μν

"Good man!"

"We haven't eaten in days, we just can't bear to ask for it!"

"You are so kind, you will be rewarded!"

"..."

There was a lot of noise, compliments and complaints, but no one insisted. After all, Mark's attitude was not condescending.

You can take whatever you need.

If you have money and fate, it doesn't matter whether you are a beggar or not.

Everyone likes money, let alone these homeless people, how embarrassed they are.

On such a cold day, it would be nice to have a nice meal of mutton soup with a few bucks.

"What should I do if the leaves...are all distributed?" There were so many people, and soon all the money in Sakuragi's hand was distributed, but there were still people around.

For Sakuragi, he had always taken money from others to spend, but now he was giving it to others in handfuls, which made him feel heartbroken.

"Keep sending." Ye Fan did not hesitate.

"Are you still paying?" Sakuragi took out a handful of money again, but this time, he looked at Ye Fan with distressed and doubtful eyes.

Why would you give so much money to a beggar if you have nothing to do? Really doing something good?

"The person who should take it will take it." Ye Fan did not explain, his eyes were locked on these people, with a confident and calm look on his face.

Indeed, as a homeless man, who would not take the money that is free and unburdened?

But what about the Deer Prophet? If this city lord's retainer is really a wise man who knows all kinds of magic, will he come to take the money?

Time did not pass long, and soon, Ye Fan's eyes finally locked on the two people who had never moved. They were among a group of dirty homeless people. Their clothes were also dirty and it seemed difficult to distinguish them.

But if you focus on the target and read it again, you will find that these two people are completely different.

One person fell asleep and breathed steadily, while the other person opened his eyes and held his neck as if he was hesitating whether to get up.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of Mark's mouth.

"found it."