Chapter 887 Alms

Snap.

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

"Ye Fan? The same surname as King Ye." The clan leader had not yet reacted, and murmured Ye Fan's name thoughtfully: "Is he also from the Dragon Slayer family..."

"Chief, how are you doing?" Ye Fan left, and the Snowman tribe members came out one after another.

"It's okay, he went to find the Deer Prophet." Ye Fan decisively gave up the solicitation, which made the patriarch feel a little inexplicable.

"Aren't we forced to go to Nanchuan?" Other tribesmen were also a little surprised.

The Yeti clan is strong and able to withstand extreme cold. This bloodline is the standard for the best soldiers.

"Nanchuan has strong soldiers and horses, and there may be no shortage of descendant blood clan members." An older person in the clan analyzed.

"But I think that person looks very familiar. I seem to have seen him there." A clan member who was peeking at him spoke up at this time, curiously asking: "Who is he?"

"I didn't say it." The patriarch shook his head. He wanted to say his name but was suffering from amnesia: "He said his name was Ye... It seemed to be Ye Fan?"

"Ye Fan!" Hearing this name, Qiao Luo, who was still looking guilty, suddenly became excited and grabbed the patriarch. "Chief, tell me again, what is his name?"

"It seems to be Ye Fan, if I remember correctly." The patriarch looked at Qiao Luo's excitement and was a little confused: "Qiao Luo, do you know him?"

"That's so familiar!" Qiao Luo said quickly: "Ye Fan, King Ye himself, the Lord of Nanchuan!"

"Clan leader, the one who just spoke to you is King Ye!"

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

"King Ye personally came to see our snowman clan." When they heard that the person who came was Ye Fan, everyone was a little excited.

For them, Ye Fan is now a legend.

The person with the most momentum among the heroes can also be said to be the man who stands at the top of power and influence.

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

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

"Really? I think I should go take a look."

"..."

Everyone was talking, and it was obvious that they were all moving.

It's no wonder that they, Ye Fan came in person, in the final analysis, it was equivalent to one of the three kings in the past coming to talk in person.

The natural respect and yearning for big figures dissipated a lot of their fears.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the tribe was incited by Ye Fan, the tribe leader couldn't sit still and scolded: "Have you forgotten how we have lived until now?"

"What happened to King Ye? Didn't King Ye come in person to recruit us as cannon fodder?"

"But didn't he recruit us?" The tribesman replied in a low voice, "Did he not take a fancy to us?"

"If you don't look for the best, you will be distracted every day!" The patriarch replied, scolding: "Go back to bed, and no one is allowed to talk about King Ye anymore!"

The patriarch is dignified. As soon as these words came out, the excited crowd suddenly stopped. Although they were still a little unfinished, they still walked back to their respective rooms under the supervision of the patriarch.

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

The patriarch stood in the courtyard, looking lonely, but his face was filled with sadness.

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

As judged by the world, the Snowman clan is the most suitable candidate to be a soldier. If exposed, King Ye is fine today, but in the future, the army and strong men may be the ones to escort them.

Paper cannot cover the fire, and the temporary peace will be intensified and destroyed by their restlessness.

"This is not the way to go." After thinking for a long time, the clan leader shook his head, but the noisy words of the clansmen just flashed in his mind.

Following King Ye, you can live a good life in Nanchuan.

"...King Ye values ​​talents, maybe, is this really possible?"

Snap, snap.

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

There is no curfew in the city, and there is still some light from a distance.

Places like Chengmen Cave are often favorite places for homeless vagrants and beggars with nothing in the city.

It is spacious, sheltered from the cold, and does not leak. With a quilt, you can have a good sleep. If you are lucky, you may even meet a kind-hearted passerby who will give you some money.

"There are too many homeless people." When it came to the scene, Sakuragi was a little shocked by the sight in front of him.

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

"Which one of these horses is the Deer Prophet?"

"Be patient and look for it." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned these people with his probing eyes, but in the end he couldn't figure out the reason.

They are all ordinary people, with no elemental fluctuations in their bodies.

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

"Uncle! Well done! Give me some money!" Before he could take two steps, a beggar pounced on him.

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, looking 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 some money, the eyes of the homeless people and beggars around me started to shine.

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.

"Ye... what should I do if I run out of distribution?" There were so many people that after a while, 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 tell them apart.

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, breathing steadily, while the other person opened his eyes and held his neck as if hesitating whether to get up.

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

"found it."