Datang start shocked Li Shimin

Chapter 19 Can't Be Wrong, It's Him

Cheng Ying'er sighed softly. The heavy snow came so early this year, and the poor people in Chang'an might have a hard time this winter.

"Okay! Sister Ying Er, your heart is so good - with you, mother's illness will definitely get better..."

Cheng Ying looked at her sister's back, and couldn't help being a little lost, and her thoughts couldn't help but return to that snowy night.

If it wasn't for this younger sister to pull her out of her frozen mother's arms, I'm afraid there would be no such person in this world.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger...

Early in the morning, Wang Zi An warmed the remaining mutton soup in the warm pot, soaked a bowl of mutton steamed buns, then wrapped in a jacket, stepped on the thick snow, and went to the old Wentou in the east of the city. Blacksmith shop.

"Uncle Wen, has the chimney I want been made?"

Wang Zi'an stood under the shack in the yard, stomping the snow on his feet and shouting loudly.

"It's done, it's done, I'm just saying I'm going to send it to you—"

Before he finished speaking, the door curtain was lifted, and an old man with a red face walked out of the room in a coat made of old sheepskin.

"I didn't delay your use-"

Old Wentou added apologetically while cleaning the chimney for Prince An.

"I made it the day before yesterday, just in time for the daughter-in-law of the old Jiang family next door to give birth to a child. The child is delicate, so I will use him first, I'm really sorry..."

Old Wentou helped to build the household items that Wang Zian used for making briquettes, including the briquettes stove.It's not a big secret either. With this cheap heating tool, the word spread among the neighbors.

Li Shimin certainly didn't know that the coal pellet stove that surprised him had become a common household item in Wangwa Village in the east of the city.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's important to take care of the child first—"

As Wang Zi'an spoke, he took out a dozen copper coins and wanted to hand them over.

When Old Wen first saw his posture, he was annoyed and blushed and shouted.

"Zian, what are you doing? You look down on your Uncle Wen! I'm just selling my strength, and I can still charge you money. If you don't help me this year, teach me these skills, you Uncle Wen, I can live Today's day?"

Seeing this, Wang Zi'an did not force himself, and obediently took the copper coins back.A smile appeared on Old Wen's face.

"That's right, otherwise my old man would still have the face to hang out in the east of our city? Now, in the east of our city, who wouldn't accept your love--don't say anything else, but just this briquettes stove, one year How much will it save you in winter? How much benefit will it bring you?"

Old Wentou said cheerfully.

"Let's just say that the two bastards of the old Jiang family next door, if it weren't for you to help them and let them work in your briquettes factory, their second child would be able to marry a wife? It's hard to get along with stuttering... Have you eaten? , your aunt has just cooked the porridge, come and drink a bowl of warm body together..."

"Thanks Uncle Wen, I've eaten..."

Wang Zi'an politely declined Old Wentou's invitation. When he was about to go out, he suddenly remembered that his own pot was taken away by some unscrupulous old guy, and he turned back and ordered a mandarin duck pot with Old Wentou.

"By the way, why didn't you see Brother Hammer and Brother Pincer?"

When Prince Anlin went out, he asked casually.Old Wentou slowly restrained the smile on his face and sighed.

"The two of them were called by Lizheng to help early in the morning. Yesterday, a few more froze to death at the Dongtou Tudi Temple. It is said that there are still two dolls, alas - a sin, this person is far from home and can't live. It's easy, it's fine to go, what a poor little baby..."

Wang Zi'an froze for a moment, then nodded silently.Walking out of the yard of Old Wentou's house, he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The thick cloud layer was so low that it made him breathless.

The north wind swirled and blew past him. Soso's snow fell from the eaves or branches and fell on his face and neck. It was cold and biting.

It was only then that he suddenly remembered how common it is for people to freeze to death in this era of heavy snow and severe cold.

The Temple of the Earth is near Dongcheng, where homeless people and beggars often gather.

The child mentioned by Old Wen, he had seen several times, was dirty, had a runny nose all day, sucked his fingers, and looked at people blankly.

Originally, he thought that after a period of time, when the coal mine expanded, he would try to recruit as many homeless people as possible, so that these people could have a place to stay.

However, they are dead.

Frozen to death by a snowstorm!
On the eve of the prosperous era of Zhenguan, he froze to death.

Standing on the street, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to the briquettes factory not far from the east of the village.

The briquettes factory is not large, with only a small courtyard with one entrance.It's not that the sales are not good, it's that he's not going to make a big deal out of it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Uncle Shuan, is there anything wrong with the factory?"

"It's alright, it's alright, it's just that there's not much charcoal, and it's a little bit short of supply. When are you going to expand the scale? Many people are lining up to buy..."

Business is good, and Uncle Shuan speaks loudly.

"It should be soon, probably in a few days-"

Wang Zi'an subconsciously looked at the sky again.

The gloomy clouds were pressing over Chang'an City, and even the cornices not far away seemed a little stiff.

I'm afraid the snow won't stop in a short time.

When Uncle Shuan heard the words, his face flushed with excitement and his voice became brighter.He didn't notice the worry flashing deep in the prince's eyes.

In this era, no one knows better than him the huge benefits contained in this coal mine.If there is no reliable backer, once it attracts the attention of some people, I am afraid that even the scum will soon be swallowed up.

No backer?

Could it be that he really has to be an official?
When he thought about this question, he was inexplicably upset, feeling that his rotten life that had not yet arrived was waving goodbye to him.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but lose his mind.

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Today, the two young ladies from Cheng's residence took people out of the house early in the morning.

The two sisters parted ways in front of the mansion.

One went straight to the West City with someone, and the other went straight to the East City.

In this regard, the servants of Cheng Mansion have long been familiar with it.

The lady in the house is kind-hearted, and this kind of thing should not be done several times in a year, especially in this heavy snowy weather.Over the years, relying on the government's porridge shed, I don't know how many refugees, beggars and poor people have survived.

Cheng Ying led people along the way, and found that many people had begun to clean up the snow spontaneously, and the carriages pulling grain were rolling on the thick snow, making creaking noises.

She was sitting on the horse, looking around aimlessly.Suddenly, his eyes stopped.

The one in front holding a few strange tubes and bowing his head was not the handsome little scholar that day!

She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully.

Can't go wrong!

it's him!
He stole the hydrangea from sister Ying Er and ran away, making sister Ying Er the laughing stock of Chang'an City, an irresponsible scumbag!

PS: Thank you friends for your support, because my writer assistant here does not display the reward information, so I couldn't express my thanks in time.Thank you for your support in a few days!During the water test, continue to ask for recommended tickets.

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