Fu Xiaoguan completely forgot about the incident with the Yi Kingdom delegation.
But even if he remembered, he would not care. As a defeated country, it has no right to discuss treatment issues.
That night, Fu Xiaoguan listened carefully to what Lu Xiaodong heard and saw about the slums, and only then did he realize that the bloody murder caused by the steamed bun was so real.
This is Jinling City!
The largest and most prosperous city in the Yu Dynasty!
But there is still a group of people who live their lives not knowing whether they will live or die tomorrow!
Three lives were lost just for a steamed bun.
He felt quite heavy in his heart. He was not a saint, nor did he want to be one. It was just that the views on human nature from his previous life were still rooted in his heart.
All men are created equal!
The people in the slums were not hungry or poorly clothed because they were lazy, but because the vast city of Jinling did not have enough space for them.
This is where the rich live, and they're in the wrong place.
There is no industry to provide them with regular jobs, nor is there any spare farmland for them to cultivate.
So they can only live so hard, just to survive.
"Have dinner later and then come back. On your way back, help me pass on a message to the people in the slums."
Lu Xiaodong was delighted and said modestly, "I will definitely bring news about the young master."
At this moment, the uneasiness in his heart had disappeared. He realized how easy-going Master Fu was. He also understood that his cousin's praise of Master Fu in the letter was not empty talk.
Young Master Fu is truly different from other young masters in this world!
He did not look down on Lu Xiaodong at all. He even invited Lu Xiaodong to sit opposite him in the warm room, make tea and chat.
They talked about the hardships they had experienced along the way, from the two sides of the Yellow River to how, after arriving in Shangjing, in order to have a place to stay, they went to a pawnshop and pawned the only valuable items, a few pieces of jewelry belonging to his wife.
We also talked about Lu Xiaodong building a house in what is now Yufulou. Now that the house is built, he is unemployed.
They talked about his wife, his daughter, and what happened in the slum yesterday with the steamed bun, and so on.
This strengthened Fu Xiaoguan's belief in starting the construction of Nanshan immediately. To build Nanshan, he needed people, and the people in the slums just happened to need such a stable job.
So in Fu Xiaoguan's view, this is a matter of mutual benefit, but to Lu Xiaodong, this is clearly a savior!
"Tell everyone in the slums that I'm going to open a new workshop in Nanshan. It will require... approximately 30,000 people."
Lu Xiaodong was overjoyed. He hurriedly stood up, knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed three times. He cried with joy and said with a choked sob: "I, Lu Xiaodong, swear that the Lu family will be slaves of the Fu Mansion for generations!"
Fu Xiaoguan didn't expect Lu Xiaodong to have such a big reaction after hearing the news. He was stunned for two breaths before he stood up and helped Lu Xiaodong up.
"Please don't say that. People can't predict the future. You are a man. You should strive for a good future for your family."
Fu Xiaoguan thought for a moment and added, "Tomorrow... around the hour of Chen, I'll be visiting your place. When you return, have them pack up simply. We'll be leaving tomorrow to stay in Nanshan permanently. Just bring a change of clothes, and I'll take care of the rest."
Lu Xiaodong expressed his gratitude again with tears in his eyes, but did not stay in Fu's house for dinner. He wanted to take this great news back home and bring it to everyone in the slums.
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"With more than 30,000 people, how do we solve the accommodation problem?" Dong Shulan asked with some concern.
It’s impossible to let so many people live in Nanshan Villa, right?
It is a royal villa after all, and these are the rules...you must not be impulsive!
Fu Xiaoguan thought for a moment and said, "I'll go out for a while."
"Where are you going?"
"Go find Huo Huaijin. We need to ask him to get some tents before the shed is built."
After returning, Fu Xiaoguan simply drank a pot of hot tea before leaving again in the snow. The three women sat in the warm room, their hearts heavy.
He is so tired!
But no one could help him with this kind of thing.
Su Su was driving the carriage and thinking the same thing in her heart, but she had another thought: this person...cannot become a martial arts master!
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slums.
Zhao was still wearing her apron, standing anxiously at the low doorway.
The husband said he wanted to go find Master Fu to find a chance to survive.
My husband went out this morning, and it's already late, but he still hasn't returned...
Has he seen Master Fu?
Will he be beaten by the evil slaves in Master Fu’s house?
He only drank a bowl of sorghum porridge in the morning and had no lunch. Would he collapse from hunger in this snowy wind?
If, if anything happens to him, how will I live my life?
Oh my God! Zhao looked up at the dark sky and clasped her hands together. “Oh my God! Please be kind and give us a chance to live!”
She knelt down and kowtowed nine times devoutly.
When she looked up, she saw her husband standing in front of her.
She rubbed her eyes, stood up quickly, and her face suddenly showed joy. Her husband was back!
Really back!
It’s good that he’s back. As for other things, she has never thought about it, nor dared to think about it.
Lu Xiaodong excitedly hugged Zhao into his arms, his voice choked with sobs as he whispered in Zhao's ear, "There's hope... there's hope... we're all saved!"
Lu Zhaodi, who was lighting a fire in front of the stove, ran out. When she heard her father's voice, she was very happy and shed tears.
Since my father said I could be saved, he wouldn't sell me.
"Come in quickly, it's too cold outside...Boss, have you seen Master Fu?"
"Well, I had lunch at the Fu Mansion at noon—a huge table full of dishes. The rice was dry white rice. It was really, really delicious, but I held back and didn't dare eat too much. Oh, by the way, Master Fu said he wants to build Nanshan and needs a lot of people. We can go there tomorrow. You can pack up later. Master Fu said we don't have to worry about food and accommodation."
"Really?" Zhao's eyes lit up and she asked expectantly.
"Seriously!" Lu Xiaodong nodded firmly. "Young Master Fu is truly a living Buddha. You don't know how humble he is. He doesn't have the air of a rich young man at all. He made me some tea and talked to me for a long time, mentioning you and Zhaodi."
"He said everything will be fine, and Zhaodi will even be able to go to school in the future... I, I..." Lu Xiaodong burst into tears again.
He took a deep breath and said, "Get something to eat. I'm really hungry. Add less water and cook it dry. I have to tell everyone here about this later."
"good!"
Zhao got up and went to the stove, and Lu Xiaodong held his daughter on his lap.
Zhaodi raised her head and wiped the tears from her father's face. She asked in a tender voice, "Dad, is all this... true?"
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