The people in the city worked together to repair the roof, and finally they were able to move back home one after another.
The imperial court prepared warm clothing and distributed it free of charge to the affected people.
Looking at the porridge stall and the free soup and medicine, Han Zeyu couldn't help but sigh. His Majesty the Emperor must be so heartbroken that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night.
As a successful businessman, Han Zeyu decided to take the lead and contribute to the country, the people and the country.
Donate money? Too vulgar!
Donate? He didn't.
Donate merit? Sorry, he is not good at doing things.
How about donating food?
We bought grain from Shuzhou, thousands of miles away, and then transported it here. It’s almost the New Year. Are we going to give it to the people to make New Year’s Eve dinner?
But what can I donate?
Han Zeyu took a tour around the capital and found that there were many unowned barren mountains.
After exploring further down, we found minerals as expected.
Marble, limestone, granite, iron ore, coal...the reserves of these minerals are very rich.
A small barren mountain can be yours for only five hundred taels. It's yours, buy it!
Unlocking a variety of identities, the gold miner turns into a coal boss. He wants to bring warmth to the people living in the severe cold, and everyone makes dumplings together.
In order to increase the reputation of Han Zeyu and his wife, the wild boars in the mountains suffered a disaster and ran away wildly, howling like ghosts and wolves.
Zhou Yi ordered his men to go into the mountains to carry the pigs. He thought they had to go in on foot, but he didn't expect that the capable and considerate Master Han had already driven the wild boars out of the valley.
A group of soldiers were on full alert, drawing their swords and ready to fight the wild boar to the death.
Zhou Yi didn't care about them. If they could lose such a lucrative battle, they deserved to be eaten by wild boars.
Zhou Yi patted Master Han's back like a lackey, and wanted to massage his shoulders further, but he felt it was inappropriate, after all, Han Zeyu was a married man.
Han Zeyu waved his hand generously. "He's just an older technician. Feel free to pinch him!" His husband didn't care.
Zhou Yi withdrew his hand awkwardly. It sounded as if they had an improper relationship.
Nothing, Han Zeyu sneered at him.
Zhou Yi was not angry. Whether he could be promoted to level three depended entirely on whether Master Han was willing to give him guidance.
"Hire some more people, put them on Mr. Erqi's account, and treat everyone in the city to dumplings tomorrow afternoon. Let them bring their own bowls and line up."
Zhou Yi didn't understand what was going on, but he would do as he was told, so he listened very carefully.
Han Zeyu sighed, "Actually, when we first met at the mass grave, I wanted to teach you the secret method of leveling up. What a pity..."
Zhou Yi was stunned. It turned out that he had only started learning for so many years.
"If you had been as aware as you are now, how many years of detours would you have avoided?"
Stop talking, it hurts! It hurts too much! Zhou Yi was heartbroken.
After having his heart stabbed, Han Zeyu left gracefully. How could one describe how cool he felt?
His happiness is built on the suffering of others, making you look down on him.
Han Zeyu worked all night and dug a huge mine, so big that people would feel pitch black when they entered.
When a torch is lit, the black coal mine can reflect light.
However, fire prevention must be taken into consideration in this type of mine, and this must be emphasized repeatedly.
Han Zeyu returned to the East City Inn and rummaged through the drawers to find the treasure chest that had been sealed for a long time. Inside was the original set of mini fonts.
Once this set of equipment is released, it means that small advertisements will soon make a comeback.
The Beijing gossip circle, which has been silent for a long time, is about to usher in a new round of bloody storm.
However, this time we will not provoke conflict, slander, or use clickbait titles. We are only here to promote three very important things.
The first thing is that Mr. Erqi will pay for everyone to eat dumplings.
Although the post-disaster reconstruction process is difficult and long, the greatest blessing is that your family and close friends are all safe and sound.
Mr. Erqi's name is well-known. Even the illiterate elderly, weak, women and children have heard the stories in his books.
Hot dumplings with cabbage and pork fillings are not something that many families would be willing to make even if there were no disasters or festivals.
Mr. Erqi is a righteous man with the world in his heart, and he deserves everyone's respect.
A meal of dumplings brought Mr. Erqi's fame to its peak.
Su Shien, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea about this and was still carefully teaching his brother-in-law.
"Next year, when your child is born, you, as a father, will still be a poor scholar. How will you face your wife, children, and grandparents then?"
Han Zecang wanted to say that his wife didn't care and his child was just born and didn't understand anything.
Su Shien ruthlessly broke his fantasy: "Think about your elder brother."
Han Zecang opened the book in a hurry and began to read it intently.
If he wants to study, he must study hard, not let down his wife and children, and not make his elder brother angry.
At this time, Su Shien didn't know that his virtuous wife was using dumplings to help him gain fame in the capital.
Han Zeyu's memory is so poor that he can't remember anything except things related to money or pornographic books.
Therefore, when Su Shien learned about this from somewhere else, he began to have deep self-doubt.
He worked diligently on writing storybooks for seven or eight years, but it was not as good as a meal of wild boar-stuffed dumplings?
The people happily ate dumplings and looked at the flyers, feeling that their lives had become brighter.
Because the second message on the flyer is also closely related to them.
Lord Qingbai donated a mine with astonishing coal reserves to the court in order to allow the disaster-stricken people to have a warm winter.
The people were delighted, but many still didn't know who Lord Qingbai was.
There are many men and women who have read this masterpiece, and they all keep it a secret.
Don’t ask, the answer is their spiritual leader, a god-like person who cannot be mentioned openly.
In a word, whenever Mr. Qingbai's new book is published, they line up to buy it and support him with practical actions.
Han Zeyu's abacus beads hit the faces of all those who knew about it.
Her husband's new book is selling well now. Once this news gets out, won't it sell like crazy?
His Majesty the Emperor was even more speechless. Han Zeyu's new script had been sent to Yujia Bookstore, which meant it would be on sale soon. Wouldn't it be a hot seller?
The books were sold, money was earned, and fame was gained. It seemed that all the benefits were taken by the couple.
I admire you so much. You kill three birds with one stone without any loss.
Master Han shook his head and said, "Wrong, wrong, wrong. This is killing four birds with one stone."
Didn’t you see the huge amount of space on the back of the flyer describing the new reservoir?
This shows that he also promoted the emperor's political achievements. Gold and silver cups are not as good as the reputation of the people.
This kind of people's livelihood project, which benefits the present and will benefit future generations, must be made known to the people who benefit from it.
Besides, he was so loyal to the emperor and patriotic! It would be unreasonable not to give him a golden plaque.
Forget it, the emperor has been quite poor recently, so I won’t let him bleed. Apart from being stingy, he is indeed a good emperor.
A responsible emperor who was concerned about the country and the people, had white hair and looked like he was close to forty despite his young age.
His Majesty the Emperor was furious. Stop talking nonsense! It's thirty-nine! I'm only thirty-nine!
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