I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

It was cold in Yin and Shang, and so was Xiqi in Yin and Shang.

It's just that they are different from Zisheng, they don't need to think about how to mass-produce cotton to make clothes for the people.

A disciple of Chanjiao came to help Xiqi with a magic weapon in hand.

What they brought this time was a sun-like bright pearl, and someone with profound spiritual power brought the bright pearl to the sky.

The pearl became hot in an instant, and the invisible light shrouded Xiqi, which drove away the biting cold on people's bodies, and for a moment people seemed to be in the spring and autumn season.

At first Ji Chang couldn't bear to see countless people freezing to death, but now there are immortals helping him, he hastily thanked him.

After the immortal finished casting the spell, he went to the ground. His face was pale and he subconsciously fell backwards. Fortunately, Ji Chang and others rushed to support him.

The immortal closed his eyes and panted slightly, Ji Chang felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this.

Among Ji Chang's many sons, apart from Bo Yi Kao, Ji Fa is the oldest.Therefore, Ji Fa also appeared much more mature among the crowd.

Seeing this scene, he was equally breathless, and he didn't hide it from them when Chanjiao sent them rice buckets. Almost all the senior officials of Xiqi knew that if they ate more grain now, they would harvest less grain in the future.

Therefore, Xiqi did not waste money when distributing food, but saved as much as he could, trying to keep it to a certain degree.

The crowd helped the immortal to a hidden corner, Ji Chang pondered for a while, and said cautiously: "Immortal, what does it take to have such a scorching light?"

The immortal's pale face still persisted, and he said weakly, "It's not a waste of money, it's just a waste of my mana."

Ji Chang breathed a sigh of relief, but he is not a heartless and ungrateful person.

He hurriedly asked the servant to bring a bunch of good things to the immortal, and he talked with the immortal again, praising the immortal.

Seeing Ji Chang's attitude, the immortal felt a lot more comfortable, and he was not so disgusted with the matter of using his own aura to keep warm.

Xiqi's grain was transported to the people's homes by trucks. Ji Fa looked at the grain trucks and at the same time looked at the street.

The fine white snow was falling, and the streets were deserted.

He stood in the middle of the market, the pearl was shining, and he didn't see a trace of cold on his body.

Smoke rises from countless homes, but even if there is enough food, there are always some people in the city whose utensils are cold, and they are too lazy to even cook.

Ji Fa's eyes were confused and sullen. Now that the city wall is broken, few people are willing to repair it, even if it is paid with rice millet, it will not help.

Yes, winter is already cold, since you can eat and dress warm without doing anything, why bother?

Ji Fa closed his eyes and leaned against the city wall to hold the flagpole forcefully, the blood vessels were stretched out and the color floated on the back of his white hand.

That night, Ji Fa discussed with his father overnight.On the second day, the army entered the city and began to rectify it. Everyone no longer provided food for free, but got as much food as they did.

If someone is interested in comparing, they will find that Xiqi's food is several times that of Yin Shang.

As soon as this move came out, the people of Xiqi were blown up, and countless people took the opportunity to stir up the muddy water, saying that they were no different from Yin Shang, and only knew how to squeeze the people.

They aroused the emotions of the people and clamored to return to the Yin and Shang Dynasties.As a result, the ignorant people believed their evil and left with their burdens. On the contrary, the people who danced the most happily didn't even move their nests.

Xiqi's public opinion began to turn bad, and on the surface it seemed panicked.

Some people wanted to use public opinion to force Ji Fa, but Ji Fa did not rush.He had expected this to happen a long time ago. The panic was just an appearance, and most people's hearts were still clear.

But when Ji Fa wanted to take drastic measures to rectify Xiqi, many people couldn't sit still.They are content with superficial prosperity and are unwilling to accept that there is a little bad under their rule.So Ji Fa wanted to reform, but everyone stopped him.

Ji Fa really wanted to strengthen Xi Qi, and seeing this move, he felt angry.

Unexpectedly, the people who blocked him were not only noble ministers, but dozens of "good brothers and sisters" born to him by his father all came to stop him.

Even though the weather was close to spring and autumn, Ji Fa felt the severe cold in winter.

Countless people supported the common people, and with the momentum of the naturally growing common people, they became more confident.

Ji Fa was at a loss for a moment, could it be that he really did something wrong?

He struggled to the last breath and still didn't relax, but when he was bravely going forward under the pressure, his father called him over and sighed to him: "Fa'er, why don't you just let it go?"

Ji Chang's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's body. His strength was removed from his whole body, and he said weakly, "If that's the case, let's forget it for now."

After he left Ji Chang's room, the last ray of warmth disappeared from Ji Fa's eyes, and his eyes became cold.

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Yin Shang territory.

It was cold and people were shivering.The vast snow covered the village with a white cloth.

There is a forest near the village, and a hut stands beside the forest.There was black smoke billowing out of the house, and through the windows one could vaguely see a fire burning inside.

Although the fire is warm, people's hearts are cold.

The skinny old man nestled in the corner of the hut and warmed his little grandson with the only body he had. The grandson said weakly, "Grandpa, I'm hungry..."

The old man looked at the vast snow outside the window, with tears in his sunken eyes.

He was so hungry that he couldn't even lift his hands, but he squeezed his strength and said loudly: "Hey, let grandpa rest for a while, and when grandpa has enough rest, he will go to the woods to find something to eat for you."

The grandson rubbed his head against the old man's chest, and he cried, "Grandpa, you're hungry..."

The old man seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, leaning against the wall with blank eyes.

Everything withers in winter, and the last pine nut in the woods is carried into a deep cave by the squirrel to hibernate with it.

There are no birds in the sky, no ants on the ground, only a pile of dead wood with the grandfather and grandson waiting for the passage of time in dead silence.

It was getting late, rhythmic footsteps stepped on the snow and walked up the mountain, and the voice of a middle-aged man came from outside the hut.

"It's great that there are so many dead trees here. After I accept dozens of apprentices here, I can make the earth pit flourish."

The old man's breathing became heavy. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked towards the door. A pair of strange legs stepped in. The owner saw them and asked in surprise, "What? Are you fainted from hunger?"

Hot water was boiling in clay pots, and children devoured thick porridge made from rice given to them by strange men.

The old man drank slowly because he was afraid that his throat would burn, and the heat spread to his limbs. The old man became much warmer and his body gained strength.

He looked at his grandson from time to time, fearing that his grandson would not have enough to drink, so he would pour out his remaining half bowl to his grandson.

The child had never had such delicious porridge. He licked his lips and looked at the old man with starry eyes, "Grandpa, can I still have porridge in the future?"

The old man was slightly silent. He weighed the bag of rice in his hand, knowing that the rice would only last them three days at most.

The old man felt bitter in his heart, but the strange man beside him smiled gently and patted the child's head.

"Of course you can. When I teach your grandfather how to cook a kang, not to mention rice, you can rub chicken legs occasionally."

Child:!

Although the old man has never heard what Kang is, but listening to men seems to be a kind of skill, and even taught him?

The old man unconsciously stood up tremblingly, with excitement in his eyes.

Kang Shiba shook his head and smiled relaxedly: "You don't think I'm young. If you worship me as your teacher, I will be your elder. You should respect me from now on."

The old man smiled and his vision was hazy, "This... this is nature."

Recently, kangs have been raised in the city, and the poor don't know what they are, so the dignitaries and dignitaries scramble to invite kang-panners to come to their homes and set up more than a dozen kangs for them.

The nobles are well-informed, they know that kang is a new thing in Chaoge.

Chaoge is very popular. Although they are located in a remote place, which nobleman does not follow the trend of Chaoge in the capital?

Even if they don't need it, they will get a few kangs to show off.

When the person surnamed Kang left Chaoge, he was told by Zisheng.

Pan Kang needs to be divided into three types, one is the precious type; the other is the exquisite type; the other is the simple type.

The three functions are similar, the only difference lies in the price and fineness.

If it is cheap, it will not be able to steal the money of the nobles. The nobles are afraid that they will feel that they are inferior to the common people because of the cheapness, and they will worry about lowering their status.

The price of nobles is naturally extremely high, but Zisheng has another request.

Anyone who learns crafts, if he acquires the Treasure Type, must give [-]% of his income to the poor.

The first reason is the tuition fee, and the second is the accumulation of blessings.

There are also requirements for the disciples to be accepted. The disciples must not be servants of wealthy families or nobles, and secondly, their conduct must be correct.

The Kang surnamed people can afford it no matter they are poor or rich, and it became popular in the whole Shang Dynasty for a while.

Because of the huge number of kangs, firewood has also become a commodity that is often traded in the market.

Everything developed as Zisheng planned on paper.

Kang just warmed the beginning of the whole winter, and it saved tens of thousands of people from dying in the cold.

At the same time, the kang is also an introduction, but it not only has the effect of warming people, but also exchanged food for most poor people who cannot afford to eat.

Because firewood is a daily consumable, and it does not cost money, people only need to go to the mountains to cut firewood or trees to get it.

Because the nobles have a lot of pits in their homes, and the market is full of firewood, the price is not high, so they don't bother to let their servants pick it up, but buy it directly with grain.

This seemingly inadvertent event made many people eat.

Just then, a businessman came.They saw that firewood had business opportunities, so they wanted to occupy the market.

They first purchased at a low price, saying that they would save these people from running back and forth to sell grain, and at the same time they planned to buy the nearby hills.

The people felt relaxed at first, but when they saw countless slaves surrounding the forest, the people felt that the sky was about to fall.

The merchant kept saying that he just wanted to make money, but the common people cursed with blood in their eyes.

This is to make money?This is their life in exchange for money!

Just when the common people were sad, angry and hopeless, hundreds of officers and soldiers rushed over.

The leader is tall, young and handsome, an official transferred from Chaoge.

The common people were blank-eyed, but the officials scolded and waved for the officers and soldiers to take down the group of people.

The official announced loudly in front of everyone, "The king has an order. In the past, he specially ordered people to develop the kang and everything he did was to save the world, not to let others take profits. Firewood can only be sold privately, not collectively. Trafficking. If anyone competes with the people for profit, don't blame him for beheading the profiteer for public display!"

After the official finished speaking in one breath, the hearts of the people were as if they had been pierced by lightning, and after the numbness, they were scorching and scalding.

There was an indescribable feeling in their hearts, only that their noses were sore and their eye sockets were hot.

It turned out that the king had thought so much about them!

The king really wants them to live!

It's just that the king is...?

Because they really felt that the king had them in his heart, they were not as afraid as before, and some even pretended to be brave to the officials.

"Master Ganhe, is your majesty?"

The official stared at the sky and respectfully said: "Naturally, His Majesty the King of Shang and His Royal Highness the Prince Regent."

People finally have a purpose of faith.

That night, Chaoge Palace.

Zisheng was sleeping soundly with the big fat white fox in his arms. Maybe he was too tired these days, he couldn't even close his mouth when he was sleeping, and the slap dripped onto the fox's fur.

The situation above the palace changed suddenly, the flat sky turned upside down, the strong wind mixed with thunder, a piece of golden light fell from the sky, and fell straight towards Zisheng's bedroom.

In the dream, Zisheng was resting by the lake with the petals on his head, when suddenly the golden light fell into his dream and fell into his body along the petals.

This is not the first time Zisheng has felt this way.

He looked at the lake curiously as if he had a premonition, the powerful force extended to his limbs, and the petals on his head also shone with golden light.

The original three and a half pink petals slowly turned golden, and half of the petals flashed, filling up instantly like a progress bar.

Then the fourth petal and the fifth petal turned golden, and it barely stopped until the sixth petal was three-fifths golden.