Ming dynasty grand dude

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Yingzi was reluctant to eat that egg.

I wanted to give it to the children who were helping in the camp, but no one reached out for the egg.

Although they swallowed, they all shook their heads and ran away.

They all knew that this was the egg left by the eldest mother for this young lady.

The eldest mother is not willing to eat, how can they take this egg with the young lady

The eggs are not as hot as they were then, but Yingzi's heart is extremely hot.

"Master Young Master"

Seeing the butler Xiao Zhou running up out of breath suddenly, he quickly bowed and bowed before Young Master Zhang asked him.

He whispered: "The front is full of people."

"All the people here are in front"

Zhang Xiaogong couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and then he quickly stepped forward under the guidance of Xiao Zhou's steward.

Soon he came to the front of the carriage, and at some point there was a large group of people standing there in darkness.

The crowd could not see the side at a glance, they all silently and reverently looked at Mr. Zhang who was walking quickly.

The bear boy also followed quickly, and when he saw the dark crowd, he was immediately stunned.

He saw a trembling old man leading the way, slowly walking out with the support of several young and strong men.

Without even waiting for Zhang Xiaogong and Zhu Houzhao to react, the old man threw away the man beside him and dropped his crutches.

"Miserable people, I thank you benefactor for giving up his life to save you, your great kindness and virtue, I will never forget it"

Seeing that the old man actually wants to kneel down, how dare Yu Chihu accept such a great gift?

He hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Don't let the old gentleman"

However, before he could finish speaking, the black crowd bowed down.

"The kindness of saving lives will never be forgotten"

This endless wave of people just bowed down in the slowly rising sun

In those cries with all their strength, there was a slight sob and a sound of weeping blood.

"Great kindness and great virtue, it's hard to repay if you smash your body to pieces"

Young Master Zhang hurriedly wanted to pull the old man up, but the old man waved his hand and pushed him away.

Worried that his strength would hurt others, Yu Chihu did not dare to use his strength.

The old man was "bang bang bang" on the ground, and he kowtowed three times to Yuchihu and Zhu Houzhao firmly.

"Ende, benefactor"

Chapter 8 The catastrophe will return ordinary people, and the ocean will return to a knight ([-])

Looking at the endless black crowd kneeling under the rising sun, Yu Chihu's heart couldn't help trembling.

His eyes were a little red, and his mind was full of thoughts.

What simple people

Are their desires really a lot?

Not many, they just want to survive and have a family.

You can farm well, and then work hard to build yourself a house.

They don't expect windfalls, and they don't think about getting something for nothing.

Facing the loess and their backs facing the sky, for generations they have bowed their heads and bent their waists to respect the heaven and earth and their ancestors.

Even if toil bends their backs, even if natural disasters destroy their toil.

They have never given up on themselves, they are such a group of people.

They worked hard to pay taxes to the country and endured exploitation and oppression from the gentry.

They really didn't expect much.

They are satisfied if they can cultivate the land well, God will reward them with food, they can build a big house, and they can store a little grain.

If children can go to school, they can be grateful for a lifetime.

They are grateful, and Yu Chihu knows that they take out the only eggs and air-dried meat from their few remaining belongings.

Secretly stuffed it to the soldiers who came to rescue the disaster, just to express their gratitude.

They knew what this beautiful young man and that noble prince had paid for them.

They also knew very well that this young man lacked nothing, and that prince was extremely rich.

These two don't need anything from them, and they can't afford anything now.

This kowtow and bow are the most precious they think they can get.

"Everyone, get up, I can't bear such a big gift from you guys."

Yu Chihu's voice was trembling, and Zhu Houzhao, who was following behind him, was already wiping the corners of his eyes.

Supporting several old men to stand up tremblingly, looking at the simple and sincere faces

Suddenly, both Yu Chihu and Zhu Houzhao felt it.

The hardships and exhaustion I have endured during this period of time, and the days and nights of fighting fiercely on the embankment are all worth it.

Whether it is helping the people in the catastrophe in Qin, or coming to fight the disaster this time.

Jade Chihu subconsciously followed the philosophy followed in his previous life, which is the idea of ​​"being poor will be good for oneself, and being rich will benefit the world at the same time".

To help the world is to help people in need as much as possible within the scope of one's ability.

In this regard, the virgin brother did a lot with a group of brothers at that time.

This includes disaster relief, post-disaster reconstruction, poverty alleviation, student aid, etc. They just do it silently.

It was never advertised because it was unnecessary for them.

Even though he came from a wealthy and noble family in this era, he still subconsciously earns everything he needs.

This is almost an instinctive thing for him, I can get what I want with my own hands

He did not consider deliberately downplaying or using the influence of the British government.

There are facts that cannot be changed, since it is good to use it.

We Yu Chihu also learned it back then, and he didn't deliberately worry about what he has and what he doesn't.

If I don’t have it, I’ll be fine, if I have it, I’ll make good use of it.

He subconsciously thought that since he had the energy to spare, he had to be honest about these things.

Looking at the dark crowd, looking at the endless crowd under the rising sun.

Jade Chihu's eye sockets are a little red, what a nice people

They deserve it, they deserve the best

"Knowing that you and His Highness are going back, the folks are thinking about preparing something for you and the prince."

The old men stood up tremblingly, and Mr. Zhang just noticed one thing.

These old men are all from different provinces, even though they are all victims of the disaster area.

But they are all respected and prestigious village sages among the disaster victims in different provinces.

They are real sages, and these old people did not leave when most people retreated.

They insisted on staying and organized the young and strong to go to the embankment.

These old men are respectable, they could have been thorough.

But they chose to persevere, and at the same time chose to bear this danger together.

They are the true country sages

"It's hard to live without a long life. Fortunately, you and the prince didn't leave immediately."

Seeing that the extremely old man waved his hand slightly, the young men slowly stood up holding the rattan box.

Several old men tremblingly walked to the box and opened it.

I saw a bunt and a pair of tie trousers in the box.

There are two sets in total, which look like they were custom-made for Mr. Zhang and Xiongzi.

It just looks rather shabby, even like a beggar's attire.

This is patched up with pieces of rags.

The difference is that in addition to a "Fushou" pattern on each piece of rag, there is also a line of small characters sewn on it.

"The hard-working people in the 36 villages of Runing Prefecture in southern Henan pay homage to the benevolent Jade Chihu", in fact, more than one step is like this.

If you look carefully, every piece of cloth above is like this

Each piece of cloth above has been carefully sewn with such a line of words.

This bunt and this pair of trousers were made with the painstaking efforts of countless people and villages in the three provinces.

"Your carriage is used to fill the embankment"

Seeing an old man stand up slowly, his voice was hoarse but resonant.

"Although we are poor people, we have to know what is good, let alone make you suffer to catch up."

Hearing the old man's heavy shout, the crowd slowly gave way to a path.

A carriage "squeaked" was slowly pushed out from the crowd.

This carriage is not as gorgeous as the carriage of the former Zhang Xiaogong, and it even looks so old.

The wooden blocks on it are new ones and old ones.

The whole carriage also made a "creak, creak" sound.

Listening and watching, it's like falling apart.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are lettering on every board and every wooden strip.

These engravings are much neater.

"One hundred thousand poor people in Dongjuan City, Ludong, Ming Dynasty, pay homage to the benevolent Jade Chihu", and there is a pattern of "Fushou".

This carriage "squeaks and creaks" in a difficult way, and it looks like a damaged carriage

Here at this moment, it seems to be heavier than Mount Tai

Yu Chihu's breathing became extremely heavy, and he knew the disaster here.

These people need wood more than anyone else at this time, and what kind of good wood they need to repair their houses.

However, they used the only wood in their hands to build such a carriage

"It's a bit crude, but I hope the little father-in-law won't dislike it"

The old men looked at the carriage with guilt in their eyes.

Compared with the carriage that Young Master Zhang filled in, their carriage was much simpler.

There are no luxurious carvings and inlays, let alone antique decorations.

There are no gorgeous models, and even the wood is not as precious as others.

Mr. Zhang's carriage was made of ancient huanghuali trees in Qiongdao, which were all transported out of the deep mountains and dense forests in Qiongdao one by one.

After being cut out of the forest, it needs to be placed for several years, allowing the wind and rain to peel off the miscellaneous bark.

The oil cells that are harder than iron are left behind, and the growth of sea oil cells is surprisingly slow and strange.

Trees that are several decades old may only be as thick as a fist, and trees that are hundreds of years old may not even be as thick as a palm.

Even some decades-old trees have been felled, and the inside is only three finger-thick oil grids.

It is conceivable how many trees and materials were consumed in the construction of Mr. Zhang's carriages.