After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Chu Yanchen smiled proudly and touched his chin.

"We started building the shed a few days ago. The firewood was collected from various households. As for the people working here..."

The prince nodded, "They are also people from various prefectures."

"No, it's the beggars in the capital, the people whose houses collapsed due to the snowstorm, and the people who can't afford to light a fire at home."

Chu Yanchen said, "Instead of letting them have nowhere to go and suffer from the cold, it is better to ask them to come here to work. Provide them with three meals and a set of cotton clothes."

"Look at the clothes they are wearing. They are the leftovers from making cotton-padded clothes at Caiyunxuan, as well as clothes that were damaged and could not be sold. They are so happy to be given these clothes."

The prince was stunned.

He looked towards the porridge stalls again, and saw that the people serving porridge in each stall were all wearing clothes of the same style, looking neat and orderly.

As for those who were lighting the fire and helping out, their styles were different, more like the ruined clothes that Chu Yanchen had mentioned.

But it looks like the clothes are also very thick.

Moreover, they were working by the stove with a fire burning, so they didn't feel cold.

"This way, we can not only settle the people affected by the disaster, but also solve the problem of manpower." The prince nodded deeply, "But, are the families willing to contribute money and food?"

“The name is hanging there!” Chu Yanchen pointed to the emblem on the shed.

"As long as someone takes the lead, and the prince comes to inspect in person, you will see that there will be more people who want to perform next."

Chu Yanchen thought of his own little woman, and called his friends, including her close friends, to come and build a shed and distribute porridge to do charity.

She said with a smile, "Since some people do good things to gain fame, then let's help them gain fame."

"No matter what the purpose is, in the end, we have done good things and helped the people get through the difficult times, so our goal has been achieved."

When Song Mingli said this to him, there seemed to be a light on his little face.

She was not afraid of others saying that she was seeking fame, nor was she afraid of people suspecting that she had ulterior motives.

"Life is only a few decades long. If you live in the eyes and mouths of others, you are really tying yourself up in knots. It's a waste."

She sighed and said quietly, "In this life, I will live according to my own wishes. As for what others say, that is their business. What does it have to do with me?"

When Chu Yanchen thought of this, he felt warmer all over.

It was a cold day, and the chill went straight into his collar and cuffs, but he felt warm all over.

My heart is burning, as if my whole body is hot.

"Those sheds seem particularly large, but I don't see any pots or stoves?" The prince pointed to several large sheds in the distance.

The shed was tightly closed, leaving only a small door.

"That shed looks like a military tent?" the prince asked suspiciously.

Chu Yanchen suddenly cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, please grant me a special pardon. That tent is indeed a warm shed made from the big tent in the old military camp."

"There is a smokeless charcoal fire inside, and a literate teacher is hired to teach inside."

"Poor people who have nowhere to go, regardless of gender, age or status, can go in to keep warm and learn a few words."

The prince looked at Chu Yanchen in astonishment.

He never imagined that his careless fourth brother could have such a delicate heart.

"We're also worried that someone might cause trouble here, so please come and calm the situation down. It would be even better if Your Highness could send the East Palace guards to maintain order here." Chu Yanchen said.

The prince took a deep breath. Chu Yanchen did have someone on his side.

He wanted to give this opportunity to himself and the Eastern Palace to perform.

"Brother Crown Prince, don't look at me like that. A tall tree attracts the wind. I have a wife and a son now. It doesn't matter if I'm alone." Chu Yanchen laughed, "It would be bad if it implicated my wife and children."

These words were said to him by the little woman in his family.

Chu Yanchen felt sorry for her for all the planning and effort she put in, but she didn't fight for fame or money.

But she smiled brightly, "What do I need that for? I just want my family to be safe, happy and healthy."

The prince raised his hand and patted Chu Yanchen's shoulder solemnly.

"The fourth child has grown up and become more mature and stable. After starting a family, his character is really different."

The prince was full of admiration.

It’s still too early today, so there aren’t many people queuing up for porridge.

But as the news spread that there was porridge, warm greenhouses, and literacy, a lot of people would definitely come.

Without guards guarding the place, there would probably be chaos.

The prince immediately gave orders to the Eastern Palace Guards, ordering them to dispatch troops to garrison and maintain order.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the prince no longer felt cold. His heart was burning with joy to know his brother was like this.

I only found out after the prince returned to the palace.

My father praised him highly at the court meeting.

While court officials were still arguing, shirking responsibility, attacking and shirking responsibility, he had already braved the severe cold and snow to get things done, making the people grateful to the court and bringing peace to Kyoto.

How could the emperor not be pleased and happy!

"But with so many porridge stalls and warming sheds... the consumption of firewood and charcoal must be quite a lot. I wonder if the charcoal in Kyoto can be supplied?"

The prince was a little worried.

The heavy snow has blocked the roads and the coal from outside cannot be transported in.

The snow was so heavy that going up the mountain to collect firewood was not only difficult but also dangerous.

The prince decided to ask his officials to investigate the matter tomorrow and make sure the supply of firewood and charcoal in Kyoto is guaranteed.

...

...

At the same time, Qi Liang also secretly asked to see Song Mingli.

"The price of charcoal in Kyoto has started to rise, with a new price every three days. I estimate that the price will continue to rise. If the snow continues to fall, the price of charcoal will change every day." Qi Liang said.

It was the same in the previous life. Song Mingli nodded and asked, "How high has it risen now?"

"Originally, one tael of silver bought ten kilograms of stove charcoal, but now one tael of silver can only buy three kilograms."

"Medium-quality gray charcoal used to cost one ounce of silver per pound, but now it costs three ounces of silver per pound."

"The best silver bone charcoal is expensive to begin with, ten taels of silver per pound, and now it has risen to twenty taels per pound."

Qi Liang said, looking at Song Mingli, "We have a lot of inventory, probably 20% of the entire Kyoto's inventory."

Song Mingli was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look at him.

At first, she had entrusted the matter of storing charcoal to Qi Liang, but she didn't expect that he was so bold. Kyoto is so big, and there are so many people selling charcoal, but he stockpiled local goods and actually accounted for 20% of Kyoto's charcoal.

"The current prices are about the same. Silver bone charcoal can follow the general market trend and increase a little. As for other charcoals, our prices are basically stable in this price range."

“If other companies raise their prices too much, we won’t follow suit, but we will have to limit sales,” Song Mingli instructed.

Qi Liang looked at her eagerly, "Princess, what you mean is that we shouldn't increase the price of stove charcoal and ash flower charcoal in line with the general market trend?"

"It's snowing so heavily. If it keeps falling, it will become a disaster." Song Mingli said, "I am the wife of Prince Jing, and you are called a 'scholar-merchant' by the people. At this time, taking advantage of the disaster to make money is a mean act. It won't last long."

"We have stockpiled so much goods, and we stockpiled them when the price was the lowest. If we sell them at two or three times the price, we will make a lot of money. Where is the end of greed?"

The smile on Qi Liang's face couldn't help but grow bigger, and the look he gave Song Mingli was filled with a sense of intimacy.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, a heavy cough was heard at the door.

Chu Yanchen stepped into the room with a gloomy expression.