"How is it, how much did you earn? She hurriedly ran over and lay on the table, her eyes were shiny, and she reached out to grab the account book, "Wow, so much," this is the Arab accounting method she taught. It was obvious at a glance. It was more than 20,000 taels, and my warehouse was finally full.

"Yes," Yan Hao rubbed her hair, "Are you happy now?"

"Of course," Qi You'er sat down and kept flipping through the account book, but soon she turned her face bitterly. "No matter how much it is, it's useless, it's not mine anymore."

"Well, what's wrong? Yan Hao put his hand on her forehead, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, Qi You'er pulled his hand and then put it on his arm. When it came to this, it hurts in her heart. This made a wealthy mist spend the silver that had not yet been warm. How much pain would she have to do.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hao was a little worried. What's wrong with her?

"Look," she took out a piece of paper and put it in front of Yan Hao, unable to bear to say anything, "If I continue talking, I will have to feel so painful. If I continue like this, I may have lost all my profits for nearly a year, but I cannot ignore it, otherwise I will be delicious and delicious every day and I will feel uneasy."

Yan Hao took the paper and saw that it was covered with the unique character "Qi You'er's chicken crawling". According to Qi You'er's statement, there are not many characters in the world that can be written like her. This may also be called art. Yan Hao can also understand her artistic characters.

Although the characters are a little worse, the key is to be clear and clear.

It is very intuitive to write word by word.

The above is a plan. Due to the flood, there are many more victims in the capital. Although several families are putting porridge, even the people who are so close to the door of Zuo Xiang have set up a porridge shed to save their impression of Emperor Gui. However, there are too many victims in this way, and they cannot eat porridge every day. Several of them have withdrawn. This is not a long time ago. Qi Youer thought of some methods because of these.

The way she thought was completely different from what she didn't think about. She had to take out some money to build the house, and build it all with concrete, and it was on the wastelands in the capital. After it was built, she could accommodate those poor and homeless people.

Then they put the land of the unowned wasteland outside the city to open up land. The court will not collect taxes from them within three years, and they will grow as much as they can. If they really have no ability to work, they will raise them first. When the land can grow crops, part of the tax will be collected to the court, part of the tax will be given to the village chiefs in this village, and part of it will be given to the village chiefs in this village. They can apply for a minimum living allowance and provide a guarantee for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled there. In this way, not only will these victims have a planting and can support themselves, but they will also open the land. This is really a good thing for Tianyu, and some of them will definitely be self-sufficient in the future and will save the court a lot of trouble.

"How did you think of it?" Yan Hao sighed and placed his hand on Qi You'er's face, but she still had a painful face, "My money is going to be gone again."

"It's okay," Yan Hao smiled, "Let the emperor open the treasury, you go and choose what you like, okay?"

"It's almost the same," Qi Youer pouted, fortunately she felt a little comforted, otherwise she might not be able to sleep for a long time.

"Who do you want to hand over the victims' village to deal with?" Yan Hao took the pen and started writing a memorial. When this memorial came to the emperor, it would definitely be shocked to the whole country.

"The disaster-in-communist village is not nice," Qi You'er shook her head, "Let's call it Hope Village." Isn't there a hopeful journey in the future? It happens to be borrowed and used.

"Okay, I just hope village," Yan Hao wrote the words "hope village" on the memorial.

As for who came, Qi Youer thought for a while, "Let me give it to Pengyuan. That kid is now enthusiastic and letting Tinglan and his brother-in-law help him. There is absolutely no problem. He looks like he uses our concrete as raw material to build three layers. The five layers are too eye-catching. Each household is one family. Those who help build houses are given priority to live in. If the mansion is fine, they will help open the land. It is best for the emperor to send out the soldiers who are not used in the palace and let them open together. The military and civilian family can just see that the emperor is sympathetic to the people, which is good for his reputation."

Yan Hao also agreed. Just like that, he also intends to let his friend go away. The child needs more exercise and will definitely be the pillar of Tianyu in the future.

The next day, when Yan Hao presented the memorial to Emperor Gui, Emperor Gui was indeed very happy.

"Okay," he said loudly, "Yan Hao, this idea is good. It can not only resettle the victims, but also allow them to stay in the work of happiness, and also allow them to rely on themselves. It can also give me so much more land to plant in the sky. This is really a great thing for them."

However, Emperor Gui looked at the budgets behind him and his head was about to be a headache. "Yan Hao, isn't there too much budget? The initial investment is more than 50,000 taels. This was not a war a few days ago, and it was a flood. The treasury is too empty and has not been made up yet. It will take a few months to wait until the new taxes are raised before there will be enough."

"Prince, please rest assured," Yan Hao smiled slightly, "I have already thought about this silver matter, and we will come from the world of knowledge."

"This..." Emperor Gui was willing to do this when he heard this, but there would be no follow-up to this, right?

"Okay," he waved his hand. He drew a circle in the memorial, and agreed. "Your family can take whatever you want to take my treasury." He sighed. This is really rich and can make the devil push the mill. This Qi Youer is really good, he loves money very much.

"Thank you," Yan Hao bowed, the smile on his face as faint as autumn water, clean and clear.

Yan Hao really taught Qi Pengyuan about building Hope Village. Qi Pengyuan naturally took it happily. He ran there during the day and made a few cradles when he came back at night. He was busy with his feet and his bed collapsed. He slept for a few hours a day. The next day, he was full of energy. He smiled every day on his face and was full of energy.

OK, he stood up and looked at his masterpiece carefully. It was really good.

This is a small cradle, made of wood, and is specially used for young babies born. Qi Pengyuan made the pictures drawn by Qi You'er by himself. He had been busy for a long time before he achieved results. Of course, there were also several carpenters' help.

"Young master, the more special this is. I have never seen it before," the carpenters really opened their eyes when they saw this cradle.

"Of course," Qi Pengyuan looked proud, "This is a picture drawn by my sister, I made it by myself. How can it not look good? By the way, go and send one to my second sister first." He picked up one and ran to Qi Nan'er.
Chapter completed!