It's just a smell, what's the big deal?
It’s a pity that I’m wearing so few clothes, and I’m worried about the low price of charcoal and wish the weather would be colder.
The little fat boy thought, maybe he understood this sentence.
As the little emperor, he thought he had to do something for the sake of his future fat baby and the people.
The fat baby did it himself despite the hard work.
The little fat boy kept raising and lowering his hands, and could only nod to everyone who opened their eyes with hope and wanted to talk to him.
There were too many people, and if he said one more word, the next person who got the food would be even later.
Dazhao was not poor, at least under the reign of Emperor Mingxi. Although it was not very wealthy, the government would still intervene due to the majesty of heaven.
Although the earth shook, the loss was not that great.
But the crowd coming to get the porridge was bustling, if it weren't for the guards standing by.
He had no doubt that these men would fight.
He saw people with their families, their clothes torn and tattered, desperately trying to stretch forward their broken bowls.
The little fat boy wanted to tell him not to be anxious, everyone will have it.
But facing so many numb yet pious eyes looking at him, the little fat boy couldn't say a word.
He felt very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
Some of these people might be here because of him, but more of them are here out of the instinct to survive.
Can corn be grown to feed everyone?
The little fat boy didn't know either, because in the eyes of college student Yuer, corn yields several thousand kilograms per mu.
But in the eyes of Dazhao's fish, they don't have so many magical powers.
The little fat boy thought that he would definitely make the corn reach 500 kilograms.
This must be difficult, but the little fat boy is not afraid, because doing anything requires effort.
The little guy kept handing things to people with his eyes downcast. His hands were obviously sore, and 1002's attempts to persuade him were useless.
"Ah!" A huge force came towards him, and a hand grabbed him fiercely.
The emperor was furious and the guards were about to arrest the man.
But the little fat boy waved his hand.
A child who was only a few years older than him, the fat boy estimated that he was only about eight years old.
I couldn't tell whether they were men or women because their faces were gray.
It’s hard to imagine that there are such people in Gyeonggi Province.
Judging from his feet, he must have come from somewhere else.
"Ahhh." The man pointed to his mouth, tears constantly sliding from the corners of his eyes. He meant that he couldn't speak.
The little fat boy's hand was pulled by him so hard that it hurt, but he just silently handed over a bowl of porridge.
"Ah." After taking it, he kowtowed to the little fat boy several times regardless of the ice and snow.
The fat baby pursed his lips. He could feel that the child in front of him was just too excited and liked him too much.
Many of these people are like this.
This time when the blessings are distributed, Your Majesty will not prohibit anyone from coming, nor will he allow officials to interfere.
So what is presented is a mixed crowd of good and bad people.
When the emperor saw his son being dragged away, he felt so distressed that he told the little fat boy to go to the back to rest.
His goal has been achieved.
"No." The little fat boy shook his head very seriously. He wanted to stand here.
He is just as stubborn and paranoid as the emperor, and the emperor can do nothing about him.
I had to look at him from time to time to feel at ease.
He continued distributing the porridge until the pain became unbearable, then he stood aside and watched.
Because he knew that many of them were coming for him.
The little fat boy looked at it intently for a while, then he imitated his father and waved his hand to call Jia down.
A man in black suddenly appeared, scaring everyone.
Some people who didn't know about the secret guards thought that this was the guardian general of the little fat boy.
He cried out to the heavens and wanted to kowtow to the little fat boy.
When the emperor heard what his son said to Jiayi, Jiayi looked very shocked, but left in a moment.
He put down the spoon and took a few steps over.
After carefully rubbing his silly son's arm a few times, the emperor asked, "What's wrong?"
The fat kid leaned against his father and whispered, "I sense some strange people. Not good, but not bad either."
Just now he saw a few people who were particularly familiar with him, but they looked a little different. However, after these people came and went several times, they still caught his attention.
When the little fat boy saw them standing at the back and said a few words, someone moved aside to make room for them.
It felt very strange, so the little fat boy asked Tian Gan’s people to go and take a look.
Not long after, Jiayi and Jiasan came back to report.
"Your Highness, I will take you to see it." Jia Yi looked at the emperor with a strange expression and said with his head down.
The little fat boy had no objection and obediently stretched out his hands to let Jia Yi hold him.
Seeing some commotion in the crowd, the little guy immediately shouted: "I need to go to the toilet, come back later."
After he said that, his face turned red. For a baby who cares so much about his reputation, this time he really made a big sacrifice.
The crowd erupted in good-natured laughter.
The little fat boy immediately buried his head in Jiayi's neck.
After a few ups and downs, Jia stood on a tall tree.
After the natural disaster, the lush trees provided cheap secret guards.
The little fat boy clung to the tree trunk and listened carefully to the conversation between the few people.
"It's rich! It's rich! This is the porridge made by the little fairy herself, and the buns were also given by the little fairy. If I sell it to those nobles, I will definitely make a lot of money."
"Brother, I really don't want to go. I'm afraid of seeing His Majesty."
The man he called his elder brother rolled his eyes at him and said, "You think I'm not afraid? My legs are shaking. But wealth and honor are achieved through risk."
No wonder Jia Yi looked strange, and no wonder the little fat boy felt strange.
I really don't know how to deal with this matter.
1002 looked at it and muttered to himself, "There was reselling in ancient times. My son is the center of attention."
After returning to the team, the little fat boy thought about it for a while, but still felt that it was not possible.
Because there must be people in the crowd who really need it.
If he doesn't care, the people behind him won't be able to get it.
They also traveled through mountains and rivers for today.
We have to think of a way.
"Father, can you give me a gong and drum?" The little fat boy clung to the emperor and started to act coquettishly again.
Emperor Mingxi raised his eyebrows, wanting to see what he was keeping in suspense.
"Bang, bang, bang—" There was a sound of gongs and drums. The little fat boy looked at the gathered eyes and cleared his throat.
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