Chapter 168 Born a Han, Died a Han Soul! 80

"What's wrong? Why did Prime Minister Cao say that?"

Liu Feigang was overjoyed at earning his first fortune when he saw Cao Can looking apologetic and was immediately puzzled.

Could it be that the money they divided up before was dirty (crossed out)? Surely there can't be a problem with the money they divided up.

He tentatively asked, "Is this not allowed under Han law?"

Cao Shen quickly shook his head: "That's not it, it's just that my nephew Yuanfang is being ignorant..."

Cao Shen explained the whole story, and Liu Fei understood. Basically, Cao Shen had a distant relative who also wanted to profit from the national crisis, but he discovered it in advance and came to apologize.

Liu Fei, of course, could not convict Cao Shen because of this. He waved his hand and said, "This is not your fault. You don't even know him."

Cao Shen felt relieved; he was indeed not familiar with that person, but it wasn't that he didn't know him at all.

Liu Fei guessed that the other party probably wanted to protect his family's reputation. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "He can donate the grain he has after a while. As for him, let Prime Minister Cao deal with him. There's no need to ask me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Liu Fei was still looking at the account book in his hand. The more he looked at the numbers, the better he felt. The tension of the past few days had eased a lot. He was just waiting for the relief grain from his father and mother.

"By the way, let's invite the people of the city to the National Temple to watch the ceremony in five days."

At this time, those who had surnames were not ordinary people; ordinary people were generally called "Qianshou" (黔首).

Liu Fei thought that the grain should not be wasted, and having everyone witness it would also be beneficial for his management.

Having witnessed numerous farcical rebellions in the old kingdoms, he feared that he might one day die in the palace.

Liu Fei: Thanks for the invitation, I haven't lived enough yet.

Moreover, he also intended to use this opportunity to curry favor with Empress Lü. During his months in office on the fiefdom, he had realized how important power was to people and was also keenly aware of the potential crises to come.

"Prime Minister Cao, please make the arrangements, but you must hire people, like this and that... and so on..."

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So, five days later, witnessed by many prominent people in the capital.

After Liu Fei personally offered incense, he handed over the official documents.

The side hall gate of the temple opened, and a faint, illusory figure appeared within, instantly transforming from illusory to real.

Those watching from outside could almost smell the fragrant aroma of grain wafting out. Even though they were sweating profusely, they stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, trying to see what was going on inside.

It was only because His Highness Prince Qi gave the order today that they were able to stand here under the scorching sun.

Five days have passed, and the drought is getting worse. Although Liu Fei received a letter from the Grand Minister of Agriculture instructing him on how to prevent locust plagues during the drought, it is unlikely to completely eliminate them.

Recently, refugees have been approaching the city, and the poor people living outside the city are also having a hard time. With this batch of grain, we can set up soup kitchens outside the city to provide disaster relief.

In order to stabilize public morale, Liu Fei led his many guards in the palace to maintain order, while also having the grain transported to the palace granary in a high-profile manner.

Along both sides of the road, there were not only people invited by Liu Fei, but also some curious commoners who came to watch.

Liu Fei coughed and first mentioned that he had submitted a memorial to the court a few days ago, saying that the grain was allocated by the court for disaster relief. Then he talked about his father, the emperor, being kind, and also mentioned Empress Lü Zhi.

Considering how hard he's been promoting it, he really is in cahoots with his brother!

"If it weren't for my father and mother, I would be helpless against natural disasters."

In short, this credit doesn't belong to him. If he wants to express his gratitude, he should thank his father and mother.

"Set up soup kitchens outside the city early tomorrow morning, and the refugees in the vicinity will be taken care of by Prime Minister Cao."

"Your Majesty, I will certainly live up to your trust. I also ask my fellow villagers to rest assured that, with your supervision, this grain will never be used for anything else."

"Your Majesty is benevolent, Her Majesty the Empress is merciful, and Your Majesty is wise!" someone shouted first, and the voices gradually grew louder and louder.

They weren't blind; they witnessed firsthand how food was produced from nothing, and their anxiety turned into shock.

Some elderly people in the crowd were moved to tears, thinking they were going to die, but the imperial court came to their rescue.

Liu Fei gave Cao Can a wink, and Cao Can, without showing any emotion, glanced at the man he had arranged beforehand. Upon receiving the signal, the man immediately roared, "Born a Han, die a Han soul!"

The excited crowd was deafening, and his shouts were both conspicuous and inconspicuous. At least when everyone was caught up in the excitement, no one gave him strange looks or felt embarrassed. Instead, people around him gradually joined in the shouting.

Despite the praise, they are truly grateful to be Han Chinese, as they received salvation before the full cruelty of the disaster was fully revealed.

"Born a Han, died a Han soul!"

"Born a Han, died a Han soul!"

The sight of a group of Qi people shouting that they were Han Chinese was something Liu Fei had never dared to imagine before, but now Liu Fei watched the scene with a smile, and then looked at the censor beside him, the one responsible for recording his daily life.

He remembered that this censor was also assigned to him by his father, the emperor, and he didn't know whether he was his father's man or his mother's man.

Liu Fei watched him finish writing and said with a smile, "Imperial Censor Zhang, please also give me a copy of this. This shows the will of the people. I will submit a memorial to my father later and make him happy too."

"I will write another copy right away!" Imperial Censor Zhang dared not delay. He took another sheet of white paper, propped it up with a thin wooden board, and began to write furiously while standing.

Liu Fei stood in the temple supervising the construction, watching the laborers temporarily conscripted a couple of days ago transport the grain. For the first time, he didn't see fatigue on the faces of the conscripts; instead, he saw joy. Thanks to the people he had arranged in advance, the purpose of the grain had already spread.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Liu Fei took the newly written record from Imperial Censor Zhang and blew on the half-dry ink.

Would you consider this half a life-saving charm?

He folded the paper, put it in a special envelope, and then casually placed the item on the altar.

Once again, right under his nose, the letter disappeared.

Although he had seen it countless times, he still found it novel. He secretly reached out and touched the table. A thought popped into Liu Fei's mind: if he offered himself up as tribute, could he instantly reach Xianyang?

If the person who enabled this feature knew about it, I'd definitely question it. Sending intelligent beings would cost a different price.

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Zhu Qing'ai is busy in some ways, but not so busy in others; she's currently browsing the system forum.

The plugin she loaded last time was really useful, but unfortunately it used system upgrade points, and she only managed to install that plugin herself after accumulating points for an entire world.

That plugin was originally intended for the host to open a logistics company, but later, because it violated human laws, few systems loaded it anymore. After all, their boss, the main system, was a system that really followed the rules.

It does not allow the system to violate the laws of this world. This kind of teleportation plugin is, to put it nicely, tax evasion, but to put it bluntly, it's illegal immigration.

But she was just right for the job. In ancient times, she was an ancestor of the emperor, so how could her actions be considered smuggling?

Now she has her eye on a human body datafication plugin, which supposedly allows the host's human body to be digitized, giving them a health bar so they won't be afraid of being shot in the head, as long as they have a breath left, they can be healed back to health.

Zhu Qing'ai intuitively felt that this plugin could be used in more ways than this, but she didn't have any ideas at the moment, and just added it to her shopping cart.

Scrolling down, she discovered that the plugin's author wasn't the main system, but a system with the number 004. She then searched the database and found that various systems could also publish their own original plugins.

Plugins can be uploaded to the system forum at a reasonable price, and if they are downloaded by the system, there will be dedicated plugin points income.

She just can't afford this plugin...

After browsing through all sorts of strange and unusual plugins on the forum, Zhu Qing'ai regretfully discovered that even though she was now inside the system, she had absolutely no advantage over a real system in writing plugins...

No, it also has its advantages.

After searching through various plugins again, a smile gradually appeared on Zhu Qing'ai's face. She decided to write a plugin that had never been done before.

She needs to do some research before proceeding.

So she happily went back to browsing posts until Wei Sheng Jiu Shi Jiu contacted her in the private chat channel;

[Wei Sheng Jiu Shi Jiu: It's almost over here. Meng Tian has sent men to protect me as I return to Xianyang.]

[Weishen99: Real-time Location]

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: I'm roughly at this location right now.]

As she browsed the forum, she opened a chat window. A fluorescent blue screen floated in front of her, with gossip posts scrolling by rapidly on the left and Wei Sheng Jiu Shi Jiu's chat window on the right.

She usually reads posts from systems that aren't really human-computer interaction. She generally doesn't read the rest of the posts that are actually human-computer interaction. She only accidentally stumbled upon one such post, and when she felt like she was watching a bunch of fake people chatting, she immediately quit.

While browsing gossip, she saw the host's chat box flashing again, but it didn't matter. She would read two more replies first. This gossip was really attractive (host).

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the 'typing' message after Wei Sheng Jiu Shi Jiu's name flash intermittently several times before another message appeared, as if it was hesitating.

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: ...Is your projection coming back to Xianyang with me this time?]

Zhu Qing'ai replied reservedly: 【Of course, didn't we agree on that before?】

However, it's not really related to the mission, so I won't spend much effort maintaining this account.

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: It's okay, I'm already very happy.]

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: Q-version robot with floating flowers (jpg)]

Zhu Qingai raised an eyebrow. Wow, her host can even send cute emojis now. That's great, she's made progress.

That's how she praised him too.

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: I guess I can be considered a person now.]

[Weisheng Jiushijiu: Rabbit covering face (jpg)]

Zhu Qing'ai: ...

She took back what she had just said, but her boyfriend was still a little taken aback.

But it's okay, a boyfriend can be made of paper, can be dead, can be non-human, but can't be a three-times-used image.

[Zhu Qing'ai: Hmm, Jiu Jiu is already very impressive, so have you finished writing the Northern Frontier Plan yet?]

[MicroLife 99: Draft 1.0 PDF]

[Received]

[Zhu Qing'ai: I'll personally come pick you up using an alternate account!]

[Weisheng Jiujiu: Surprise jpg · Happy jpg ·]

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Author's note: I'm late today QAQ, I'll definitely try to be earlier tomorrow [shy]