Cheng Ying'er sighed softly. The heavy snow came so early this year. The poor people in Chang'an may have a difficult winter this year.
"Okay! Sister Ying'er, you are so kind - with you here, my mother's illness will definitely get better..."
Cheng Ying looked at her sister's back and couldn't help but feel a little lost. Her thoughts couldn't help but go back to that windy and snowy night.
If it hadn't been for this sister to pull him out of his mother's arms, which was already frozen, I'm afraid there would be no one like me in this world.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier...
Early in the morning, Wang Zi'an warmed up the remaining mutton soup in the pot and made a bowl of mutton steamed buns. Then, wrapped in a jacket and stepping on the thick snow, he went to Lao Wentou's shop in the east of the city.
Blacksmith shop.
"Uncle Wen, has the chimney I want made?"
Wang Zi'an stood under the shack in the yard, stamping the snow on his feet and shouting loudly.
"It's done, it's done, I was about to send it to you -"
Before he finished speaking, the door curtain was raised, and a red-faced old man walked out of the house wearing a big sheepskin coat.
"It's not too late for you to use it -"
Old Wen added apologetically while helping the prince install the chimney.
"It was originally made the day before yesterday, just in time for Lao Jiang's wife next door to give birth to a baby. The baby is delicate, so I used it close to him first. I'm really sorry..."
The household items used by Wang Zi'an to make briquettes, including the briquette stove, were all built with the help of Lao Wen Tou. This is not a big secret. With this cheap heating tool, the news spread among the neighbors.
Li Shimin must not have known that the briquette stove that surprised him had become a common household item in Wangwa Village in the east of the city.
"It's okay, it's okay, take care of the children first -"
As Wang Zi'an spoke, he took out a dozen copper coins and wanted to hand them over.
When Lao Wen saw his posture, he became angry, blushed and shouted.
"Zian? What are you doing? Why do you look down on your Uncle Wen? I'm just trying to sell my strength? I can still charge you money. If I didn't have your help this year, teach me these skills, I can live as well as your Uncle Wen."
Are these days like this?"
When Wang Zi'an saw this, he didn't force himself and took the copper coins back obediently. Only then did a smile appear on Old Wen's face.
"Is this ridiculous? Otherwise, I, Old Wen, would still have the nerve to hang around in the east of our city? Now in the east of our city? Who doesn't appreciate your love - not to mention anything else, but this briquette stove? One year
How much money can it save for everyone in winter? How much profit can it bring to everyone?"
Old Wentou said cheerfully.
"Let's just talk about those two bastard boys from Lao Jiang's family next door. If you hadn't helped them? If you let them work in your briquette factory, would their second son be able to marry a wife? It's even difficult for someone who stutters... Have you eaten yet?
,Your aunt just made porridge? Come and have a bowl of porridge to warm yourself up..."
"Thank you, Uncle Wen? I've eaten..."
Wang Zi'an politely declined Old Wen's invitation. When he was about to go out, he suddenly remembered that his pot had been taken away by some unscrupulous old guy, so he turned back and ordered a mandarin duck pot with Old Wen.
"Right? Why didn't you see Brother Hammer and Brother Pliers?"
When Prince Anlin went out, he asked casually. The smile on Lao Wen's face slowly faded and he sighed.
"The two of them were called to help by Li Zheng early in the morning. How many people froze to death at the Tutu Temple in Dongtou yesterday? It is said that there are two babies? Alas - what a sin, this person has left his hometown and is a lowly person? Is he still alive?
It’s easy. It doesn’t matter if you go, but that poor little baby..."
Wang Zi'an was startled for a moment and nodded silently. Walking out of the yard of Old Wen's house, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Thick clouds? The pressure was very low, so low that he could hardly breathe.
The north wind swirled and blew past him, and strands of snow fell from the eaves or branches, hitting his face and neck, making it cool and biting.
He suddenly remembered how common it was for people to freeze to death during a heavy snowfall or severe cold in this era.
The Tutu Temple is close to the East City, where homeless people and beggars often gather.
The child that Lao Wen was talking about was something he had seen several times. He was dirty, had a runny nose all day long, sucked his fingers, and looked at people blankly.
Originally, he thought that after a while, when the coal mine expanded, he would try to recruit as many homeless people as possible so that these people could have a place to stay.
However, they died immediately.
Frozen to death by a snowstorm!
On the eve of the beginning of this prosperous era of Zhenguan, I froze to death.
Standing on the street, he hesitated for a moment, then turned around and went to the briquettes factory not far from the east end of the village.
The briquette factory is not large in scale, with only a small courtyard. It's not that sales are not good, it's just that he doesn't plan to make a big deal, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
"Uncle Lao Shuan, is there nothing going on at the factory?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that there's not much coal left, and the supply is a little short. When are you going to expand the scale? There are a lot of people lining up to buy..."
Business is good, and Uncle Shuan speaks loudly.
"It should be soon, probably in the next few days -"
Wang Zi'an glanced at the sky again subconsciously.
Gloomy clouds pressed down over Chang'an City, making even the cornices not far away look a bit stiff.
I'm afraid the snow won't stop anytime soon.
When Uncle Shuan heard this, his face flushed with excitement and his voice became louder. He didn't notice the hidden worry flashing deep in the prince's eyes.
In this era, no one knows better than him the huge benefits contained in this coal mine. If there is no reliable backer, once it attracts the attention of some people, I am afraid that it will soon be swallowed up by others, and even the dregs will be left.
.
No backer?
Is it possible that I really have to become an official?
When he thought about this problem, he felt inexplicably upset, feeling that his decadent life that had not yet arrived was waving goodbye to him.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.
…
Today, the two ladies from the Cheng Mansion led people out of the house early in the morning.
The two sisters parted ways in front of the mansion.
One led the people straight to the West City, and the other went straight to the East City.
In this regard, the servants of the Cheng Mansion have long been familiar with the situation.
The lady in the house is kind-hearted, but she cannot do this kind of thing a few times a year, especially in this kind of snowy weather. Over the years, there have been countless homeless, beggars and poor families who have survived by relying on the porridge shack in the house.
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Cheng Ying led people along the way and found that many people had begun to clear the snow spontaneously. The carriages pulling grain were rolling on the thick snow, making a creaking sound.
She was sitting on the horse and looking around aimlessly. Suddenly, her eyes stopped.
The one in front, carrying some strange tubes and looking down, was not the handsome little scholar that day!
She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully.
Can’t be wrong!
it's him!
He stole sister Ying'er's hydrangea and ran away, making sister Ying'er the laughing stock of Chang'an City. He is an irresponsible scumbag!
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