After Yang Fan explained in person that a gentleman's weapon is hidden in the body and ready to be moved when the time comes, Wu Meiniang could only lie down on the couch weakly.
Seeing Yang Fan being groomed by Xing'er and getting ready to go out, Wu Meiniang yawned and asked lazily, "Husband, are you going out?"
Yang Fan turned around and smiled slightly and said: "Meiniang is having a good rest. Uncle Fu said that the first batch of finished products from Yangjiaping's glaze workshop has come out. I'm going to have a look and check how well those boys are training."
Wu Meiniang said with joy on her face: "Have the colored glaze products been released? Doesn't that mean that several colored glaze shops in Chang'an City can be opened?"
Yang Fan was full of pride and said: "Of course, I will go to the Cheng Mansion later to inform Uncle Cheng that the plan can be started, and then go to Yangjiaping. Meiniang will have to work hard on these things in the future."
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Wu Meiniang's face was excited, her little head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, and even her weak and sore body relaxed a little.
Looking at Wu Meiniang's money-obsessed look, Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly laugh. This girl couldn't become an emperor, and now she's almost obsessed with money.
He leaned down, kissed Wu Meiniang's forehead, turned around and strode away.
Covering her forehead with her hands, Wu Meiniang stared blankly at the direction where Yang Fan's figure disappeared. Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes became a little blurry.
It took several lifetimes for me to be lucky enough to get such a considerate husband.
After a while, the delicate Qiong Nose inhaled hard, but the smell in the room had not dissipated, making her heart beat and her ears warm.
Feeling the sticky feeling on the couch, she couldn't help but blush.
Seeing Xing'er standing aside with her head hanging down, looking at her and snickering, Wu Meiniang tried her best to hold up her limp body, pinched Xing'er's face and said with a smile:
"You little liar, why don't you help me up and take a bath? I'll see if you still smile when you endure hardships in the future. You won't ask for mercy then."
Xing'er suddenly blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head and dared not speak, but her face was full of expectation.
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At the end of the day, Yang Fan and several guards galloped away to Yangjiaping on fast horses.
Although it was late summer, the midday sun was still very hot, and although there was no longer the intense heat of the dog days, the bumpy roads and the raised dust made Yang Fan feel a little uncomfortable.
Transportation in ancient times was so inconvenient that horses were equivalent to private cars in later generations.
But the roads are too bad. If you want to go faster, it will be a bit painful. If you want to be more comfortable, it will take a long time.
Yang Fan couldn't help but think about the wide asphalt roads of later generations, as well as the lightning-fast high-speed trains and airplanes.
Just think about high-speed rail and airplanes, but if there is a chance, we can build a cement road.
Because they were riding fast and fat horses, they arrived at Yangjiaping at noon.
At this time, Yangjiaping has been basically completed, and people are coming and going on the wide bluestone streets.
If you don’t know, you might think you’re in a certain city in Chang’an!
Although the Tang Dynasty was said to be a prosperous age, most of the people I saw along the way were sallow and thin, dressed in ragged clothes, and looked numb.
But now what I see on this street are plump-faced, cleanly dressed, talking and laughing in twos and threes. This is what a prosperous life looks like!
A surge of pride surged from the bottom of his heart. This was a small town built by himself. How could Yang Fan not be excited to have such a grand scene?
If this grand scene is replicable and sustainable, it means that your approach is also feasible in ancient times.
It is entirely possible to gradually push forward this backward era through little efforts, and the big stone in my heart finally feels a little lighter.
"Is this unfaithful uncle?"
"Look, everyone, Uncle Zhongyi is back to see us!"
…
Someone recognized Yang Fan's identity and shouted. The street suddenly became noisy, and everyone moved towards Yang Fan.
In a short time, hundreds of people gathered on the street.
I saw an old man in his fifties walking out shakily.
A guard in front of Yang Fan quickly stopped the man and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Seeing the tall and powerful guards, the old man was a little scared.
After waving his hand to ask these guards to get out of the way, Yang Fan took a step forward and asked, "Does the old man have something to ask for?"
Seeing Yang Fan come up to talk to him in person, the old man said excitedly: "The old man is a common man, his name is Chen San. I don't deserve to be called Uncle Zhongyi like that. Count, just call me Chen Laosan."
Then he knelt down with a plop and thanked with tears in his eyes: "The old man's family had no food and clothing after the disaster. Thanks to the grace of the count, our father and son are now working in the workshop. Not only do we have a place to live, but we also have food and money. The count is a Bodhisattva."
While you are still alive, please pay homage to me from this old man."
After speaking, he banged his head several times on the bluestone floor.
This made Yang Fan a little confused. This old man was a little unruly and would kneel down whenever he disagreed.
It's really uncomfortable for me, a young man, to have an old man in his fifties kowtow.
Just as he was about to help him up quickly, he saw the crowd on the street kneeling down with cheers.
Loyal, righteous and kind, please accept a certain Yang...
Thank you so much for being alive...
Uncle Zhongyi lives a hundred years, and his princes live forever...
The group of people behind Chen San, who had raised the head, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Fan like the wind blowing in the waves.
"Everyone, get up quickly..."
This made Yang Fan a little panicked, and he shouted while helping a few people close to him.
But as soon as he helped this person up, the other person knelt down again. These people did not listen to the advice at all. Seeing this scene, Yang Fan did not help them up again.
Listening to these words of praise and looking at the people kowtowing to him in gratitude, Yang Fan felt a rush of blood rushing into his heart.
The people of the Tang Dynasty were the most industrious, and they were also the kindest and most grateful people in the world.
They don't care who becomes the emperor or what the name of this country is.
They only have the simplest and most simple wish, to have enough food and clothing.
Whoever keeps them fed is their benefactor; whoever keeps them fed is their god.
Loyalty to the emperor and patriotism are worthless in their eyes. They are all a bunch of idiots. They don't understand and don't want to know.
I just know who will give me food and a roof over my head, and I will follow that person wholeheartedly.
This is also the reason why later generations praised Li Shimin as a wise king.
Because Li Shimin could feed more people, the people supported him and historians praised him.
As for killing your brother to seize your legitimate son, forcing your father to give up the throne, killing your brother to seize your wife, and seizing your sister-in-law, these are not big things and have nothing to do with them.
As long as you keep us fed, you will be a wise king and an emperor for eternity.
No morality, benevolence, propriety, justice or shame can compare to a meal of rice to survive and a house to protect oneself from the wind and rain.
The people are so simple, so pure, and so simple.
If Li Shimin was like Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, causing chaos in the world and making the people miserable, you can imagine how the historical data would criticize him.
Fortunately, he knew his shame and was brave, showing his diligence and caring for the people, so that most of the people had enough to eat.
Therefore, all the mistakes he made can be said to be excusable, and all blemishes are just imperfections.
Therefore, there was no need for him to change the history books, and the people had already spoken for him and even praised him.
Who has no fault? As long as it is for the good of most people and as long as it allows the people to live a good life, even if there are some moral flaws, it can be forgiven.
This is the reason why Li Shimin, who was a complete mess morally, could become an emperor through the ages.
At this time, Yang Fan felt deeply.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan felt that the responsibility on his shoulders became heavier. He didn't know how many people's expectations his small arms could carry.
But he knows that within his ability, he will do his best in the future.