When people are in an environment where they feel comfortable, they become particularly soft, bright and talkative.
The little fat boy spoke until his mouth was dry and his words were all boring policies. If others were to listen, I'm afraid they wouldn't understand.
The emperor and 1002 sat upright, like students listening to their teacher's lecture, extremely attentive.
Only when students are focused can the teacher continue teaching, and the little fat boy is no exception.
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, feeling that his grand ambitions were just around the corner.
The big fat boy is the best emperor in the world and invincible in the universe.
Thinking of this, the invincible little fat boy in the universe picked up the sweet milk and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking, he smacked his lips twice, leaving a circle of white marks around his mouth.
He was very lazy, with his body hunched over, his face tilted to one side and his mouth pouting.
It really looks like Crayon Shin-chan's face! 1002 sharp reviews.
The emperor was already used to taking care of him. Seeing that his mouth was pouting, he took the wet handkerchief from Wu Zhonghe's hand and gently wiped it for him.
The little fat boy, whose mouth could not speak temporarily, did not stop brainstorming.
He held up the paper, and poked the black words on the white paper with his fat, carrot-like fingers, making it difficult to tell whether to look at his hand or the words.
After all, chubby hands are cute too.
The little fat boy didn't know that the man in front of him wanted to touch his fat hand.
Although the emperor was always in a trance, he occasionally wanted to pinch his son's face and kiss his chubby hands.
Sometimes I am troubled by the gray marks.
But he still listened to the little fat boy's plan. The youngest son was so ambitious that the emperor would definitely support him.
But he also had many questions.
These are all things that have to be considered.
From Yu'er's words, the emperor learned that he wanted to recruit two hundred people to work in the salt factory.
And once the "interview" is successful, he will give each person 666 copper coins, which can be exchanged for an equal amount of silver when distributed.
You must know that the world has just been unified, and each country is minting coins non-stop, so the value of copper coins has greatly depreciated.
It often took 1,100 coins to exchange for one tael of silver, and people had to rush to exchange it.
He also wanted to recruit a group of reserve workers. Some of the words were too advanced, so the emperor replaced them all with words he could understand.
There are about fifty reserve workers, and their salary is half that of regular workers.
Moreover, recruitment does not take gender into consideration, but only considers whether the person is smart, alert, and able to perform tasks efficiently and effectively.
These are all secondary. Xiaopangzai gives priority to those whose families have heavy burdens and have difficulty making ends meet.
During festivals such as Qingming Festival and Dragon Boat Festival, the little fat boy will be given extra food, meat, cloth, etc.
The fat boy said that this was a test site and he had a better salt-making recipe.
In the eyes of the little fat boy, the Quanzhou specialty snowflake salt is not worth mentioning.
Quanzhou is a wealthy city that makes a living from salt production. The little fat boy has no intention of forcibly squeezing out their living space or taking away their pillar industry.
Therefore, he would build the first experimental plant in Quanzhou, and restore Quanzhou's reputation, making the refined salt produced here the best in the world.
After hearing these words, the emperor looked at his children with new respect.
How did Xiaoxiao, no, Yuanyuan's head come up with so many ideas? He also knows how to strike a balance!
The territory of Dazhao once covered many countries. Perhaps Quanzhou snowflake salt is still famous in Dazhao.
But if we don't trade for a long time, no matter how white your salt is, other people won't know about it.
Now Yuer uses this as a guide to raise the profile of Quanzhou.
Quanzhou is not only not jealous, but is also eager to cooperate wholeheartedly.
Although under the imperial power, Quanzhou officials dared not say a word, but they must have been jealous in their hearts.
This solved the problem perfectly.
The emperor had seen the snowflake salt, and in his opinion, it was extremely pure white. After all, it was a tribute to the royal family.
He didn't know why Yu'er wanted to open a salt factory, but the emperor trusted his child.
"Then it's up to you." The emperor only asked a few questions and agreed to what the little fat boy wanted to do.
In the eyes of Emperor Mingxi, even if the sky falls, he is still there to hold it up.
What's more, his children are only for the people's livelihood. These are the resources for Yu'er to survive. Anyone who dares to stop him will be gone without return.
Emperor Mingxi was wondering, if life expectancy increased significantly, could that mark be covered up?
Are the gray traces devouring life?
The emperor thought carefully about the time when the marks appeared on his body.
It seemed that he sensed something the moment it appeared, and he often felt powerless and had a dull pain in his heart.
But Yu Er is still alive and kicking. Could it be that the mark has no effect on him...
"My son, have you been feeling unwell lately?" As the emperor said this, his sharp eyes were fixed on the little fat boy's face.
The fat boy was making corrections to his plan based on his father's suggestions. He answered without hesitation: "Being healthy and having a good appetite~"
Emperor Mingxi: “…”Okay.
Why would he bother with a child? The emperor sighed slightly and changed the question: "Is there any difference?"
The fat baby's hand stopped painting all of a sudden, and he subconsciously looked at the panel, where there were traces of gray erosion.
A little more than I saw a few days ago.
This made him very uncomfortable.
Yu'er couldn't tell his father, maybe he could ask Ding Ding.
"Nothing is different." He said this with a guilty conscience, his thick black eyelashes trembling uneasily.
Hearing this, His Majesty seemed to believe it, and he said calmly: "That's good."
The fat boy breathed a sigh of relief after having put his father off, then held up the plan and discussed it with the emperor with a smile.
Where he couldn't see, the emperor's face suddenly turned gloomy.
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