Performance!

The golden objects inside gleamed dazzlingly, and many people present were visibly shaken at the sight of them.

The names of county towns from various regions were written on the boxes.

Zhao Qian said, "Everyone, you've seen it. This is all there is!" The crowd exchanged glances. Zhao Qian's meaning was obvious: once they took this money, everything else would have nothing to do with them.

But no one dared step forward at that moment. It was simply too obvious.

"Don't be so reserved, everyone. This is what you deserve!" Zhao Qian's men immediately stepped forward to win them over.

Zhou Feng said, "My lord, this isn't what we want. We want the grain distributed from above."

Zhao Qian frowned and shot him a glare. "This is all there is. If you don't want it, I won't force you. But as for grain, I have none here!"

As Zhao Qian spoke, he walked toward the back and added, "Besides, no grain was sent down from above at all. Liangzhou City's granaries have remained empty to this day!"

"The money is yours, but the lives belong to the disaster victims. There's nothing we can do about their situation, but you'd better think carefully about your own. If you don't take it, you'll get nothing."

With that, Zhao Qian left.

The people present looked at one another. In the end, someone could not resist any longer and became the first to take some. Once someone took the lead, the rest no longer hesitated. More and more people joined the line and began taking money.

Only a small number of people left in helpless fury.

When Zhao Qian saw those who had taken the money come out, he smiled. "Today is my birthday, so I invited some opera troupes to entertain us. Let