"Actually, I don't know much about this gang leader. He is the heir appointed by the old gang leader after he left." Wang Zhiyong shook his head.

Nan Qiqi's eyes lit up when he heard the heir: "The heir of the Beggar Gang, didn't that pass him the dog-beating stick. He wore a mask because he was afraid that someone would call him ugly?"

Wang Zhiyong sighed: "This gang leader is very mysterious. No matter where you go, you have to wear his mask. It is said that only the old gang leader has seen his true face. Now that the old gang leader is gone, no one in the beggar gang knows his face under the mask. ."

Nan Qiqi became interested and continued to ask, "Is he the son of the old gang leader?"

Being able to be the heir to a gang, there is a high probability that the son will inherit the father's business.

"The old gang leader has no heirs. A few years ago, the old gang leader was seriously ill and was almost in danger. Everyone thought that he would pass on the position of the gang leader to my eldest brother. The old gang leader's terminal illness has been cured by the wonderful hand rejuvenation. The position of the gang leader naturally falls on him, in fact, he shouldn't."

Wang Zhiyong was indignant and clenched his hands into fists.

Nan Qiqi was a little dizzy when she heard it. In just one day, she heard that the two had medical skills to bring back the dead. Could it be that medical studies are popular on this continent, and medical treatment is an eternal truth.

"Then you all have gang leaders, why are there still many dangers within the gang?" Nan Qiqi was a little confused. It was mentioned in the book that the beggar gang had caused a bloody storm due to infighting.

"The gang leader?" Wang Zhiyong sneered disdainfully, "He's a gang leader who is only in name and has never managed the affairs of the gang, so there are uneasy and kind people who take the opportunity to make trouble and want to monopolize the beggar gang."

Wang Zhiyong continued to ridicule: "You only realize that he is the leader of the gang when he has something to do. Usually, he can't even see a person."

Nan Qiqi's mind flashed, and suddenly thought of King Qi Xuan's behavior in the movie Zhong Wuyan, something happened to Zhong Wuyan and nothing happened to Xia Yingchun, maybe this gang leader was spending his days leisurely somewhere at this time.

Well! This is the little guy!

Her favorability for the mysterious gang leader dropped instantly. How could she still use others regardless of who they were? This was no different from prostitution.

Nan Qiqi patted Wang Zhiyong on the shoulder, and said indignantly: "Brother Wang, don't worry, I will help you through the difficulties of the beggar gang, we will ignore this bullshit gang leader."

"Thank you for your two life-saving graces, Miss! I will definitely repay in the future!" Wang Zhiyong's moved tears kept pouring out, and she was indeed a beautiful and kind-hearted Miss Luo.

"Qiu..." Nan Qiqi rubbed her sore nose, and complained secretly in her heart, who was talking ill of her behind her back.

On the other side, the gang leader wearing a blue-faced and fangs mask lightly landed on the wall of the Princess Mansion, without disturbing anyone, he landed smoothly and steadily.

He stretched out his slender hand and took off the mask, revealing a beautiful face in the air. He tucked the mask into his arms and walked towards the Princess Mansion as if nothing had happened.

Along the way, eyes kept falling on him, there were surprises, admiration, and jealousy, but they were not surprised.

The little maid in Biyi passed by him: "Hello, Prince Situ."

The little maid's head hung very low, her face flushed like a ripe tomato, she stared intently at the black leather boots on the ground, not daring to look up at Situ Ling.

Situ Ling didn't respond at all, didn't even give her a look, stepped over indifferently from her side, and brought a gust of cold wind.

Wang Zhiyong took Nan Qiqi around the beggar gang's base camp, except that things were a little outdated, she felt that everything was calm.

Nan Qiqi couldn't help yawning, and the eyes around her eyes became wet. This place is really relaxing, like a modern well-off society.

Although everyone is not very rich, but can support the basic life.

Nan Qiqi asked, "Brother Wang, what exactly is the crisis you're talking about? Why don't I understand it too well."

Wang Zhiyong sighed helplessly: "This seems to be very peaceful, but in fact it is just a decoration of peace. The old gang leader died and the younger gang leader did not manage, and the beggar gang became divided. Countless people want to be independent from the beggar gang and form their own system. Suppress it. But there is one person who insists on going out on his own and takes away the few remaining funds of the beggar gang.”

He pointed to the surroundings: "In fact, our funds have been very short, but there are still a steady stream of refugees pouring into us. We are like a tree in the wind and rain, and it may fall at any time."

Nan Qiqi fell into contemplation. It is not difficult to solve the lack of funds. The court can open the treasury to help these refugees.

But this is not a long-term plan. Relying only on the government's money for relief will cause people to develop inertia and blindly rely on the court, making them think that the continuous support from the court is appropriate.

If one day the court no longer supports them, they will be impoverished again, believing that it is all the fault of the court.

Provoking their anger, this is not only not a fundamental solution to the problem, but also detrimental to the stability of the country.

Nan Qiqi put her hands around her chest, paced back and forth constantly, thinking about the solution anxiously.

She touched her chin and asked, "How many people do you have now?"

Wang Zhiyong pondered for a moment and answered an approximate number: "One thousand eight hundred people."

Nan Qiqi was stunned for a moment: "This is not a small amount!"

Wang Zhiyong brewed a cup of tea and handed it to her, with some helplessness in his tone: "In the past two years of natural disasters, they are also poor homeless people. If we don't take them in, they will have to starve to death on the streets."

"How could it be! The Emperor Nan clearly allocated a large sum of money to the victims! How could they starve to death on the street?" Nan Qiqi looked excited, she saw the order from the Emperor Nan with her own eyes.

What she has always wondered about is that Nanhuang did his best to be a good emperor, why did Nanzhou still destroy the country.

She knew that Nan Qiqi was part of the reason, but it could never be the main reason.

Wang Zhiyong sneered: "Nan Huang is undoubtedly a good emperor, but not all officials are good officials. After layers of exploitation, the money for disaster relief is left in the hands of the people. Officials protect each other, and Nan Huang lives in a temple. People are suffering!"

Wang Zhiyong was more excited than Nan Qiqi, the blue veins on his forehead burst out, and he punched the wooden table, venting his anger.

"If it wasn't for those dog officials, how could my parents and my mother die?"

Nan Qiqi's heart is complicated. All this is not as simple as she imagined, and it is even much more complicated.

"I'm sorry..." Nan Qiqi sincerely apologized for herself and Nan Zhou.

Wang Zhiyong calmed down: "I was too rash, please forgive me, Miss."

Nan Qiqi turned her head slightly, and some women passed by the window holding the dyed cloth.

"These cloths..."

Wang Zhiyong also looked out the window: "The cloth outside is too expensive, we can't afford it, so we have to let women weave and make clothes, but it's still not enough..."

"Bu...Bu..." Nan Qiqi thought aloud, and suddenly a scene flashed in front of her eyes.

correct! It's cloth!

Nan Qiqi clapped her hands excitedly: "I have a solution! I have a solution!"