"You should also take care of your body and don't be too tired!"
Zhao Hao waved goodbye as he walked out of his father's Neishi Yamen.
After coming out of the Neishi Yamen, Zhao Hao did not go home, nor did he go to the first building, but went directly to the imperial farm.
The road was covered with snow, so the journey, which was supposed to take less than two hours, took until dark to arrive.
Luo Bi didn't expect him to come, and hurriedly welcomed him in.
"Sir, it's snowing so hard, how did you get here?"
Zhao Hao waved his hand.
"Lao Luo, how is the situation in the village? Have the tenants frozen to death?"
"Have any houses collapsed under the weight of the snow?"
Luo Bi hurriedly said, "My Lord, you have instructed me before that I have conducted a thorough screening after the papermaking workshop was closed."
"However, more than 200 houses in these tenant villages have collapsed."
"But don't worry, sir. I have made plans in advance, so no one was killed."
Hearing what Luo Bi said, Zhao Hao laughed happily.
"Not bad, Lao Luo, you did a great job!"
Luo Bi quickly shook his head.
"Your Excellency is too kind. It's mainly because you emphasized the wintering issue before."
"Also, since we opened a papermaking workshop in Dian Village, even if we didn't work in the workshop, we made some money from selling white hemp and bought a lot of winter supplies."
As he spoke, Luo Bi's face suddenly looked a little bad.
"Sir, I'm fine here, but the other two farms don't seem to be in good condition..."
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