The next day.
Li Mo rose early in the morning and found the entire Murong Mansion bustling with activity, with maids and servants hurrying in and out.
When he walked to the entrance, he saw Old Master Murong personally directing everyone at their tasks.
"You're up, Young Friend Li."
Murong Hai turned around. He looked nothing like the man who had gotten thoroughly drunk just the day before.
"I've arranged for Hengtong Trading Firm to send over grain. We can get the Charity Hall up and running today."
"Thank you for going to the trouble."
Li Mo took out the banknotes he had prepared in advance.
"Since we're doing good in keeping with our family motto, we shouldn't be generous with other people's money. Please don't refuse, Old Master."
"I'm already grateful that I can rely on the Murong Clan's reputation and manpower."
Naturally, he'd handle any returns on the investment himself.
Money was the one thing he had plenty of.
"Young Friend, your kind heart puts this old man to shame."
Murong Hai nodded, then called to the steward passing by.
"Go wake Xiao'er and have him lend a hand."
"Also, send someone to spread the word throughout Prefecture City. Mm... let Xiao'er do it."
"Yes, sir."
That day.
In the streets and alleys of Purple Sun Prefecture City, someone went around beating drums and gongs, drawing curious looks from passersby.
"Disciple Li of Clear Abyss Sect has come down the mountain to give alms! All refugees can line up for porridge and rice! The place is Murong Mansion!"
Murong Xiao's voice rang out, and he shouted with such fervor that his face and neck turned red.
Well...
Li Mo hadn't meant to make a name for himself.
It was mainly that his classmate Murong Xiao was eager