Zhou Mingtong felt like he had found a treasure. Although the pulley on the paper looked a bit like a duck egg and the lines lining the pulley looked like a nine-section whip, he didn't care about that.

This is a sharp tool for hoisting. It was taken to the Manufacturing Office of the Ministry of Industry to transform it and make it into iron. It could be used for the army to defend the city and the vanguard army to clear the way and build bridges. The combat power would immediately increase to a level.

He ignored others, got on his horse, and hurried away.

This boat of friendship capsized too quickly. Just now I promised you that the court would give you benefits and rewards.

Now he didn't even say a word, just mounted his horse and ran away.

What are the benefits? Where is the reward?

Even if it's a few acres of land for planting, it's okay. If that doesn't work, it wouldn't be a bad idea to give some money for flowers.

He just left like that, without even letting out a fart, and he didn't even catch up with the entourage.

Zheng Changsheng was very depressed, so depressed that he felt a turbid air sinking, so he exerted all his energy to release it.

Uh, I seem to have eaten too much radish. The sound was very loud and long, and everyone who heard it covered their noses and ran away like birds and beasts.

"The one who released it was very proud, but the one who heard it was dejected. He didn't see the innocent body of the carrot, but smelled the dirty carrot gas. Hey, Xiao Qi, don't leave. The young master is here to give you a guess."

Li Xiuying looked at her proud son and patted his little head: "Hey, you little brat."

Zheng Changsheng rubbed his forehead where his mother had patted him, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "How ridiculous, hey, it's snowing."

The first snow in the first year of Hongwu came quietly and without any warning.

The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. The insect eggs in the soil have been frozen to death, so there will definitely be a bumper harvest next year.

So he looked forward to the scene of snowflakes flying all over the sky, the thick snow, the crunching sound when stepping on it, making snowmen, and having snowball fights were so fascinating.

But the scene of the big man crying looking up to the sky for a long time stimulated Zheng Changsheng.

What's the point of shedding tears?

"Big man, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, I was thinking that if your family hadn't taken me in this year, I might have had to freeze to death in my shack."

Holy shit, Zheng Changsheng suddenly woke up.

After living a good life for too long, I have forgotten how difficult people's livelihood is.

These days are incomparable with later generations. Coal, gas, and electricity can all be used for heating.

We are in the Little Ice Age now, and the winter is extremely cold. I don’t know how many people will freeze to death this winter.

Suddenly I became very anxious, and I had to discuss with my mother to bring the lonely elderly people and people whose houses were in dilapidated houses in the village to their homes and settle them down first.

Let's help as many people as we can. If we want to provide large-scale relief, he doesn't have the ability or the conditions.

But as far as Zhengjia Village is concerned, it’s okay to provide some relief.

When Li Xiuying heard what her son said, she immediately nodded in agreement.

We are all fellow villagers. If you can live a life, it is a life. It can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. This is what the Buddha advocated.

The heavy snow like goose feathers fell down one after another.

The ground was covered with white in a short time. Zheng Changsheng was carried by the big man, and as far as he could see, there was a vast expanse of white.

The snow came so violently that it caught people off guard.

Zheng Hope, a member of the Zheng clan at the west entrance of the village, was nearly sixty years old. He had three sons and one daughter, but they all died in the war years, and his wife who depended on each other also passed away at the beginning of the year.

If it weren't for the east family and the west family sending food to each other, he might have starved to death long ago.

His life has been very comfortable recently. He can eat big fat meat slices every day. It is all thanks to the kindness of the wife of the Zheng family.

But when the corvee service was over and he could no longer afford the big pot of rice, he resumed his days of eating from hundreds of families.

The only thin quilt in the house was already very dirty, with the cotton wool exposed in all the threadbare areas.

He tremblingly leaned on crutches to close the door, and then lay straight on the bed. He was ready to meet his wife and children.

The dilapidated house had draft leaks from all sides, and the wind blowing through the walls whistled in the house.

Two lines of clear tears were left in the turbid eyes, what a damn world.

The figure of his old wife seemed to appear in front of his eyes, hunched over and hobbling forward with a cane in his hand. He suddenly stopped and looked back, smiling slightly at himself.

The smile on the face full of grooves is so sweet.

He still remembered his wife's pretty and thin face when he got married when he was young, and the tenderness and sweetness suddenly came to his heart.

"My dear, walk slower, wait for me, I'm going to find you."

Suddenly, the dilapidated fence door rang, and a simple and honest voice came into Zheng Xixi's ears: "Second uncle, are you at home? I am the big man Gensuk."

"Oh, it turns out to be Keun Suk, this miserable child. It seems that he is as cold and hungry as me. He can't stand it. He just wants to keep me company."

The big man joined Zheng Changsheng's family as a long-term servant after the corvee project was completed, and of course after the big pot meal was completed.

He didn't know that this was a reasonable thing. Who would a lonely old man come to him to gossip about such trivial matters?

He struggled and touched the crutches beside the bed, trying to get up and open the door for Zheng Keunshuo.

At this time, when the door opened, Zheng Keunshuo's burly figure came into view.

The figure like a mountain blocked the light at the door, and the room suddenly became dark.

"Nephew Geun Suk, why are you here?" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Hey! Second uncle, let me see if you are dead. My young master wants me to pick you up and eat meat and enjoy your life in his new house."

Zheng Keunshuo is the only kid in the village who is stupid enough to still remember him. He gives him some food when he has nothing to do, and he also likes to tease him.

"Silly boy, what are you talking about in your sleep?" He still didn't believe it.

Zheng Changsheng squeezed in from the side of the big man and felt sad when he saw the furnishings in the house. Is this the life of the poor in this era?

"Second Grandpa, what the big man said is true. The snow is so heavy that my mother was worried that your old house would collapse, so she specially ordered me to pick you up."

Zheng Changsheng attributed the merit of winning people's hearts to his mother. Even if he said that he paid attention, no one would believe him.

The adults in the family don't agree that a little brat can take care of anything. As for the rest of the family who don't believe in him and doubt him, it might as well be said to be his mother's orders.

Who in the village doesn't know that Mrs. Zheng's heart is kind?

Sure enough, Zheng Hope's eyes lit up, and a warm current surged in his chest. He secretly said in his heart: "Old lady, I'm going to break my promise."

By the time the big man carried him to the Zheng family's residence, the courtyard was already bustling with activity.

Seven or eight lonely elderly people, as well as some families whose families lived in shacks or whose adobe houses were about to collapse, were all brought here.

Zheng Hope was put down from his back by the big man, and he walked tremblingly in front of Li Xiuying with a cane in his hand.
Chapter completed!