Jiang Yuanxing agreed.
He turned around and followed the imperial attendant.
Emperor Mingxi personally trimmed the candle wick, and the little fat boy realized that it was already dawn.
He was so engrossed in writing that he hadn't noticed.
Even the candles were lit by Jiang Yuanxing.
"Who is he?" The little guy tilted his head and looked at the people around his father.
"Wu Ban is busy today, so I brought someone else up."
The emperor said casually.
"Why did they all leave?" The little fat boy continued to lower his head, writing and drawing on the paper, as if he didn't notice anything.
"Yu'er is also very busy." Emperor Mingxi mentioned it briefly.
Standing next to the little fat boy, looking at the details he wrote.
"This is not right. It's too lenient. It's hard to raise a stubborn person. My son should be tortured." He pointed to a corner, and the little fat boy's mind immediately changed and shifted away.
Although the disaster in Dazhao was not serious, too much grain was collected at great expense, and the emperor did not intend to sell it.
If you follow the little fat boy's wishes, you can also harvest a life for his child.
The little fat guy is not only busy with taxes, but also with this.
If food is left for too long, it will get moldy.
In the past, people would still eat moldy food, but the fat boy, who had the experience of college student Yuer, knew that moldy food should not be eaten.
He was considering using work as a substitute for relief, giving food to refugees to eat, and building more factories for future use.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Since we are considering releasing grain, we must also consider how to maintain order.
The emperor said that he should write it himself, but the little fat boy was very enthusiastic about it.
Looking at the chubby boy writing furiously, Emperor Mingxi glanced at the unfamiliar eunuch calmly.
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