Cheng Ying'er sighed softly. The heavy snow this year came so early, and the poor people in Chang'an would probably be difficult to bear this winter.

"Okay! Sister Ying'er, you are so kind--with you, my mother's illness will definitely get better..."

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

If this sister hadn't pulled herself out of her already frozen mother's arms, I'm afraid that the number of people she would have lost in this world.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier...

Early in the morning, the prince warmed up the remaining mutton soup in the warm pot and soaked a bowl of mutton steamed buns. Then he wrapped his jacket and stepped on the thick snow, and went to the blacksmith shop in the old Wentou east of the city with his head and his head.

"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 while shouting loudly.

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

Before he finished speaking, he lifted the curtain and a red-faced old man walked out of the house wearing a big jacket made of old sheepskin.

"It's not delaying your use--"

While tidying up the chimney for Wang Zi'an, Old Wen added apologetically.

"I was done the day before yesterday. Just as the daughter-in-law of Lao Jiang's family next door gave birth to a child. The child is so delicate that he should use it first. I'm really sorry..."

The items used by Prince Hit the coal balls, including the coal ball stove, were built by Lao Wentou. This is not a big secret. With this cheap heating tool, the neighbors spread.

Li Shimin must not know that the coal ball stove that surprised him had become a common household in Wangwa Village, east of Chengdong.

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

As Wang Zian said, he took out more than a dozen copper coins and wanted to hand them over.

When Old Wen saw his attitude, he became annoyed and shouted with a blushing face.

"Zi'an? What are you doing? Why do you look down on your Uncle Wen? I'm just selling my strength? I can still charge you money. If you don't have your help and teach me these skills this year, you Uncle Wen can live your life like this?"

Seeing this, Wang Zian did not force himself and obediently took the copper coins back. Only then did Old Wen's face smile appear.

"That's true? Otherwise, I, Old Wen, would have the face to be in the east of our city? Now our east of our city? Who doesn't accept your affection - I won't say anything else, but just this coal ball stove? How much money can you save for everyone in a winter? How much profit can you bring to everyone?"

Old Wen said happily.

"Just talk about the two bastards next door, if you weren't for your support? Let them work in your coal briquette factory, will their second son marry? It's hard to get a stuttering... Has your aunt just cooked the porridge? Come and have a bowl of warm up your body..."

"Thank you, Uncle Wen? I've eaten..."

Prince An politely declined Lao Wen's invitation? Before leaving, I suddenly remembered that my pot was left by an unscrupulous old guy, so I turned back and ordered a double pot with Lao Wen.

"By the way? Why didn't you see Brother Hammer and Brother Pliers?"

When Wang Zi'an was about to go out, he asked casually. Old Wen slowly curled his smile on his face? He sighed.

"They were called to help early in the morning. How many more did they freeze to death in the Dongtou Land Temple yesterday? It is said that there are two more babies? Alas - it's a sin. This man is leaving his hometown? It's not easy to live, it's okay to go, but what's the pity is it..."

Wang Zian was stunned for a moment? Nodded silently. He walked out of the yard of Old Wentou's house and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Thick clouds? The pressure was very low, so low that he couldn't breathe.

The north wind whirled, blew past him, and the scattered snow blew down from the eaves or branches, and plunged on his face and neck, cool and slightly harsh.

He suddenly remembered how common it was to freeze people to death in this era, a heavy snow and a severe cold.

The Land Temple is close to the East City, and homeless men and beggars often gather.

He had seen the child in Lao Wen's mouth several times, dirty, with a runny nose all day long, sucking his fingers, and staring at people blankly.

Originally, he thought that after a while, the coal mine would expand, and try to recruit more such homeless people so that these people could have a place to settle down.

However, they were dead now.

I was frozen to death by a storm!

On the eve of the prosperous Zhenguan era, I was frozen to death.

Standing on the street, he wandered for a while and turned to the coal briquette factory not far from the east end of the village.

The coal briquette factory is not large in size, with only one small courtyard once in. It is not that the sales are bad, but that it is not that it is that it is not going to make the noise big, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Uncle Shuan, is there nothing wrong with the factory?"

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

The business is good, and Uncle Shuan is speaking loudly.

"It should be soon, probably in the next few days-"

Wang Zian subconsciously looked at the sky again.

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

I'm afraid the snow will not stop in a short period of time.

When Uncle Old Shuan heard this, his face turned red with excitement and his voice became brighter. He did not notice the hidden worries flashing deep in the prince's eyes.

In this era, no one knows better than him that the huge benefits contained in this coal mine. If there is no reliable backer, once it attracts the attention of some people, it will probably be swallowed up by others and not even the residue will be left.

No backer?

Could it be that I really have to become an official?

When he thought about this question, he felt a little annoyed and felt that his decaying life that had not yet arrived was waving goodbye to him.

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

...

Today, the two ladies from the Cheng family took their people out early in the morning.

The two sisters parted ways in front of the mansion.

One led his men to the West City, and the other went straight to the East City.

The servants of Cheng's family have long been familiar with this.

The wife and ladies in the mansion are kind-hearted and must not do such things several times a year, especially in this heavy snow. Over the years, I don’t know how many refugees and beggars and poor families survived by the porridge shed in the mansion.

Cheng Ying led the people along the way and found that many families had begun to spontaneously clean up the snow, and the carriages pulling grain rolled on the thick snow, making a creaking sound.

She sat on the horse, looking around aimlessly. Suddenly, her eyes stopped.

The one who was carrying a few strange tubes in front of me, lowering his head and shrank his mind was not the handsome little scholar that day!

She rubbed her eyes and looked at it carefully.

Can't be wrong!

It's him!

He snatched Ying'er's sister's hydrangea and ran away, causing Ying'er to become a laughing stock in Chang'an City, an irresponsible scumbag!

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