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Those people were dressed in coarse linen, had dark skin, thick arms, and thick calluses slightly visible on the edges of their palms. They were obviously people who worked hard all year round.
A middle-aged man who looked honest and honest asked: "Old Pan, if you are literate, can you help me see if this merit monument has the name of our lordship?"
The man named Lao Pan hesitated and replied with a blushing face: "I...I can only write my own name. My cousin studied with my husband for a year when he was a child, so he should know."
After saying that, he pointed at a young man in his twenties next to him.
The young man asked proudly: "For the sake of my cousin, I can help you find out, what is your lordship's name?"
Young men do have reason to be proud. After all, in this era of the Tang Dynasty, if you could understand some words, you were considered a literate person.
Hearing the young man's question, the middle-aged man was immediately dumbfounded. He didn't even know the word "Duda". How could he know what the lordship's name was?
Usually they are all lords, but they don't dare to call lords by their names! It would be disrespectful to call lords by their names.
But the man named Lao Pan seemed to be trying to save face just now, so he quickly interjected:
"I know this. Your lordship's surname is Yang Mingfan, whose given name is Yishan. He is the county magistrate of Wannian County that your Majesty has just created."
"Yes, the county magistrate of Wannian County is our lord," the middle-aged man said in agreement.
The young man looked up at the bluestone tablet several times, but did not find the names they mentioned. He turned to them and said teasingly:
"I searched several times but could not find your lord Yang Fan's name. Could it be that your lordship has not donated a penny of food?"
Hearing what the young man said, the middle-aged man became a little anxious and retorted with an angry look:
"How could you not donate? A few days after the smallpox epidemic, our Lord opened a shop near Baishui Village to provide disaster relief. Every meal was filled with white rice. I also ate a few meals. The rice was much more fragrant than the rice from the south of the Yangtze River.
Moreover, households in nearby villages that are particularly in difficulty can receive 100 coins from the Earl's Mansion as long as they are verified by the Earl's Mansion. After my brother passed away from smallpox, my sister-in-law received it. I heard that the Earl's Mansion is now only
The amount of money given out was tens of thousands of guan, which fed thousands of people and cost tens or hundreds of dan of grain every day."
Lao Pan looked at his shocked cousin and said with some regret:
"What Old Chen said is indeed true. However, your Majesty is also wise and powerful. His officials are clean and honest, and he treats the people with love and care. He is a rare good emperor throughout the ages."
You see, the porridge shop in the distance was opened by the imperial court. As long as a disaster victim relied on the fuse, he could get two bowls of porridge. Moreover, officials from the imperial court often came to inspect, and the disaster relief officials did not dare to deduct food from the victims.
After saying that, he pointed to the soup kitchen shop not far away where there was a long queue.
After hearing this, the young man nodded in agreement and said with a smile:
"Of course His Majesty is a famous monarch through the ages. It is said that it was His Majesty who proposed the idea of raising funds for disaster relief. However, the name of the Duke cannot be found on the merit monument because this merit monument only records donations from some large households to the court.
The money and food do not extend to the charity work of privately carrying out relief works for the victims!"
The middle-aged man had a lively expression on his face and couldn't help but grumbled: "Your Majesty is a living Bodhisattva, and he doesn't even have his name recorded, so... then what kind of merit monument is this?"
But the young man chuckled: "Whatever, it's none of our business. Besides, God has also given your lordship a treasure!"
The middle-aged man and Lao Pan looked puzzled:
"God has given us a treasure, Lord? What is it?"
The young man smiled awkwardly:
"I just heard about it. As for what kind of treasure it is, how do I know?"
After saying that, they pushed through the somewhat crowded crowd and walked towards Pier Avenue. None of them knew that the middle-aged man standing next to them just now was the current emperor Li Shimin.
Watching a few people leave, Li Shimin's lips slightly raised, indicating that he was in a good mood at this time.
For an emperor, nothing is more real than the common people's words: "You are wise and mighty, and you love your people as your own sons." This is the voice of ordinary people, and it is more refreshing than ten thousand flattery words from court officials.
The people of the Tang Dynasty were open-minded, and except for treason, few people were convicted for their words. If they didn't mean what they said, the people would never say it.
Since ancient times, what is the purpose of being an emperor? In addition to enjoying the great luxury, who doesn’t want to leave a name in history and be proud of being the emperor for eternity.
What's more, ever since he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he was always afraid that the people in the world would say that he was not in the right position. Therefore, he has been working hard and working hard to be a good emperor for so many years.
Now that I heard the people's praise, I felt very happy. I waved to Wang Huangui and walked towards the carriage.
After entering the carriage, Li Shimin laughed heartily and asked Wang Huangui:
"I didn't expect that boy from the Yang family who usually seems greedy for money and lust, but in the face of justice, he is so generous. I wonder what that boy is doing? I heard that he got some treasures? There are a lot of things in the court during this period, and Guanyin's health is bad.
Unfortunately, I need to rest. Counting the days, I haven’t seen him for almost twenty days."
Although Wang Huangui seems to be just an old eunuch, in fact he is often Li Shimin's intelligence manager. The intelligence collected by Baiqi is screened by the old eunuch Wang Huangui and then reported to Li Shimin.
Of course, Bai Qi did not dare to neglect the targets that Li Shimin often came into contact with and the talents he was optimistic about. Naturally, Yang Fan was also the focus of Bai Qi's attention.
Wang Huangui nodded with a low eyebrow and immediately replied:
"The county magistrate of Wannian County has been either helping the victims or building a workshop in Yangjiaping. It is said that during the Ghost Festival, he also picked up a treasure that fell from the Heavenly Palace. As for what the treasure is? I haven't found out yet."
Li Shimin frowned, with a puzzled look on his face: "Yangjiaping? Tiangong baby?"
Wang Huangui quickly explained:
"Yangjiaping is the name given by Wannian County Bo himself. It is the 2,000 acres of wasteland that was awarded to him some time ago. Now, workshops have been built on that land. It is not clear what they are used for. As for the Tiangong treasure, according to rumors
, during the Ghost Festival, several beams of bright light fell from the sky, and the Pegasus fell into the Weishui River. Wannian County Bo happened to be passing by here; in recent days, spies reported that people from the Yang family sent dozens of invitations one after another, and spread them widely.
Invite the Honorable Chang'an to the Qizhen Pavilion to appraise the treasure. I think the treasure was obtained on the Ghost Festival."
Li Shimin thought for a while, waved his hand and said:
"Let's go to Yang's Mansion to have a look!"
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Yang Mansion in Chang'an City, a side room in the front yard.
Wang Xuance knelt on the ground and kowtowed excitedly and thanked:
"Thank you for your life, Sir. From now on, Xuance will definitely ride the horse in front and behind the horse, and do the work of the dog and horse."
Yang Fan chuckled, not being pretentious: "This is mainly because of the presence of Brother Sun Simiao and the result of everyone's collective efforts. It is a fate that you and I can meet each other, and we will regard the mansion as our home from now on."
Sun Simiao was stroking his beard and enjoying himself. After all, he had personally participated in a medical operation that transcended the times. As a medical geek, this was a full achievement.
The rest of the people looked even more excited and respectful, this was their own lord, one word - Niu.
Purulent intestinal carbuncle was almost a terminal disease in the Tang Dynasty. The Duke made a dying man jump to life with just his words. He was truly a fairy-like figure.
Looking at the people in his mansion who worshiped him like cultists, I felt satisfied with my vanity and a little ashamed at the same time.
As a time traveler, I can be considered a low-end version. After all, before time travel, I was just a loser and didn't know many things.
If there hadn't been a system that raised my level a few notches, I would have been considered the worst time traveler.
Fortunately, a servant came to report and Lao Li came to visit, which relieved his embarrassment a little, but his mood was as clear as a sunny day.
Humming a small tune, he came to the main hall. Lao Li was already sitting next to the desk. The old eunuch who looked like a dead tree stood like a log on the back right side of Li Shimin.
Seeing Yang Fan arriving, Li Shimin picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea and smiled slightly:
"Young man Yang, you are in such a good mood today. Are you thinking about the little girl from some house again? Do you want me to propose marriage to you?"
Seeing this careless emperor, he really regarded his own house as his home.
Yang Fan did not regard himself as an outsider, and of course he would not be polite, so he calmly sat down on the chair on the other side of Li Shimin without saying hello.
Li Er was not surprised by this approach, but it made the old eunuch Wang Huangui standing next to him twitch his lips.
Yang Fan is so popular with everyone. After following Li Shimin for decades, I have never seen anyone with such courage.
Although Li Shimin is now a member of the royal family, his aura of sitting in a high position for a long time cannot be resisted by ordinary people.
No wonder everyone likes to come to the Yang Mansion to find the county count. It seems that in the future, we will have to treat the count differently.
Yang Fan didn't care about the old eunuch's inner drama, and it didn't matter even if he knew about it.
What happened to the royal family? What's more, he already knew the identity of Lao Li in front of him. His soul grew up under the red flag, so he didn't have so many concepts of superiority and inferiority.
After sitting down, Yang Fan glanced at Li Shimin and replied:
"Hey, Lao Li, I didn't expect that you, a member of the royal family, would actually change your career. I think you have the potential to be a matchmaker. If the servants in the mansion need matchmaking, I will ask them to take care of your business."
Hearing this, Li Shimin's temples suddenly jumped wildly. He really wanted to take out an eighty-meter machete and kill the kid in front of him, but the old eunuch could only turn sideways, as if he didn't hear anything.
This guy didn't give face to his son last time, and now he's making fun of himself again. He really doesn't treat the royal family as a cadre!
How about revealing your identity now and asking this kid to kneel down in front of you in order to calm down the raging anger in your heart?
In the end, Li Shimin gave up the little speculation in his heart. We, the emperor, deserve to suffer!
Furthermore, as an emperor and a widower, he had very few friends. He didn't want to lose a friend with whom he could brag and talk about anything.
But how did he know that Yang Fan already knew his identity. Even if Li Shimin revealed his identity, Yang Fan would not be frightened, let alone kowtow.