"You are……"

The middle-aged official watched the old man leave with a helpless expression, and then he saw Ning Fu and others.

"Master Wu, they are here to donate money and do charity!"

The little official who led the way introduced him immediately.

"Please come in quickly!"

Sure enough, money can help the gods. Upon hearing that the other party was here to donate money, Master Wu immediately invited Ning Fu and the others into the room with great enthusiasm.

"I wonder how much you two would like to donate?"

As soon as he entered the room, Master Wu asked impatiently.

"I have made some money from my business. Instead of donating it to the temple, it is better to donate it to Futian Yuan to do some practical things, so I will donate two hundred shi of food first!"

Ning Fu was very generous as soon as he made a move.

The thin young man who came with him looked confused. They were obviously here to see if there was any corruption and abuse of law in Futian Yard. Why did they suddenly turn to donating money?

Wu Zhubo's eyes shone at this moment, he grabbed Ning Fu's wrist and said excitedly: "My little brother is such a kind person!"

Two hundred dan of grain is not a small amount, enough to feed the entire Futian Yuan for several months.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning, but..."

When Ning Fu said this, he suddenly gave Lord Wu a meaningful look.

"But I'm here to do good deeds. I hope every grain of food will be used in practical ways, so..."

Ning Fu didn't finish what he said, but Lord Wu already understood what he meant.

Mr. Wu stood up immediately, took down a pile of ledgers from the shelf next to him and said, "Young brother, you can rest assured that every amount of money donated by every benevolent person is recorded here by Mr. Wu. You can now

Check!"

Lord Wu said as he put the account book in front of Ning Fu.

Ning Fu was polite for a moment, and then actually opened it and looked through it.

At this time, the young man finally understood Ning Fu's intention of donating money. He was immediately filled with admiration and stretched his neck to look at the accounts together.

The records in the account book are indeed very detailed. Every donation in and out has detailed time and purpose.

Ning Fu took a quick look, and was surprised to find that the biggest expense in Futian Hospital was not food, but medical treatment.

It's normal if you think about it carefully. Nine out of ten people in Futian Hospital have nine diseases. No matter what era, medical treatment is very expensive, so it's not surprising that the cost of medical treatment is so high.

"Little brother, if you are worried, you can send the food in batches and send someone to supervise the porridge. There will definitely be no problems!"

Lord Wu seemed to be afraid that Ning Fu would not be reassured, so he suggested again.

"No need, I believe Lord Wu!"

Ning Fu put down his account book.

"Futian Yuan supports so many old, weak, sick and disabled people. It's really not easy for Lord Wu!"

"You're welcome, little brother. As for the matter of eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor, Wu, as an official, should share your majesty's worries!"

Lord Wu heard Ning Fu's praise and said very humbly.

The skinny young man was flipping through another ledger at this time, muttering to himself, "Have I really wronged the officials of Futianyuan?"

Although the account book can be falsified, the first account in the account book is very clear, including the time, location, and purpose. As long as you send someone to check it, you can determine the authenticity. If the other party falsifies it, it should not make such a mistake.

"Master Wu, I just heard you talking to the old man about the price of tea. Is this some kind of business?"

Ning Fu suddenly asked again.

"this……"

Wu Zhubo hesitated for a moment, with a troubled expression on his face.

"To be honest, Lord Wu, I'm also a businessman. If it's really a business problem, maybe I can be of some help."

Ning Fu is not talking nonsense, he is indeed half a businessman now.

After hearing Ning Fu's words, Wu Zhubo finally showed a heart-beating expression.

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing to say it. We have several tea gardens under the name of Dongfutianyuan, which is also our main income. But this year's weather is abnormal..."

It turns out that the weather this year was warm, and there were several spring rains on the Lantern Festival, which caused plants to germinate prematurely, and the tea garden was no exception.

As a result, tea leaves must be harvested in advance and then sold to tea workshops.

In the past, tea harvesting started in early March, but now it’s almost a month earlier.

However, tea workshops are unwilling to collect tea in advance. They can collect tea if they want, but the price must be kept as low as possible.

The old man just now is a famous tea-making businessman, and he opened the largest tea-making workshop in the capital.

"Wait a minute, isn't your Futian Yuan funded by the imperial court? Why are you still running a tea garden?"

The young man who came with Ning Fu suddenly interrupted Lord Wu and asked.

"Little brother, I don't know. The so-called Futian refers to the field that can produce merit. The court's allocation is limited, so our main income still relies on the Futian in our name."

Wu Zhubo sighed when he said this.

"It's a pity that we don't have many blessed fields under our name. We can't feed too many people just by growing food, so we can only operate tea gardens and flower gardens. In summer and autumn, we also grow and sell vegetables. But even so, every time we spend money, we still have to pay for it."

It’s so stretched!”

The young man was speechless after hearing this, while Ning Fu nodded with understanding.

The price of food is too low, so Futianyuan can only grow higher-priced cash crops in order to maximize profits.

"Master Wu, the tea leaves were picked in advance. Why is the tea making workshop unwilling to accept them?"

Ning Fu suddenly asked another key question.

"My little brother doesn't know that the process of making tea is complicated. There are seven steps from picking the tea leaves to making tea cakes. Moreover, the tea making must comply with the solar terms, otherwise it will affect the quality of the tea, so they are not willing to make it in advance.

Collect the tea."

Wu Zhubo explained again.

Ning Fu suddenly realized that during this period of the Northern Song Dynasty, all the tea he drank was tea cake.

The production of tea cakes is extremely complicated. According to Lu Yu's "The Book of Tea", there are seven processes including picking, steaming, pounding, beating, baking, wearing and sealing, which requires a lot of manpower and time.

"Have you started picking tea now?"

Ning Fu asked Lord Wu again.

"Not yet, but the tea leaves grow very quickly after they sprout, and it only takes three to five days."

Wu Zhubo also showed a troubled expression at the end.

It's impossible to pick tea leaves too early, let alone too late. Every year, he worries about selling tea leaves.

"Well, I'll go back and find out. If there is a way to sell tea, I'll come back to you then!"

Ning Fu stood up and said.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, little brother. I don't know what you call me. And that food..."

Master Wu also stood up, but he didn't have any hope that Ning Fu would help sell tea.

"Ningfu, I will have people purchase the food and send it to you!"

"But it's Ning Xiaolangjun who is the leader!"

Lord Wu was also shocked when he heard Ning Fu's name. The fact that Ning Fu was the best had long been known to everyone.

"Exactly!"

Ning Fu nodded.

"I'm sorry, I was disrespectful. Wu didn't treat me well just now. I hope you won't blame me!"

Wu Zhubo immediately stood up and saluted. He was just a junior Zhubo from the ninth rank. Although he was an official, he was actually only a little better than a minor official. He was far from being able to compare with a great talent like Ning Fu.

Ning Fu also hurriedly said some polite words, and then asked to take a look at Futian Courtyard.

Wu Zhubo agreed very openly and asked Ning Fu to go and see it. If he had any questions, he could come to him.

After bidding farewell to Master Wu, Ning Fu walked side by side with the skinny boy in Futian Courtyard.

Just now they were just taking a quick look, but now they finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at the situation in the entire Futian Courtyard.

To be honest, there are many poor people in Futian Courtyard.

For example, a man has no legs and can only walk with his hands.

An old man became seriously ill and had ulcers all over his body. He could only lie in bed and wait for death.

A child has no eyes, his eyes are empty but he cannot see any light.

Moreover, the conditions here are also very poor, with seven, eight, or even a dozen people living in one room.

There are only two meals of porridge a day, and many people eat rice with side dishes.
To be continued...