The monthly money is one or two to three taels!

It was like a bomb falling into the pool, and the crowd exploded.

One tael of silver is enough for a family of five to live a prosperous life for a month!

If you save money, you can still have a lot left.

At this time, both the homeless people and the onlookers showed stunned expressions.

A wave of cheers erupted.

The homeless people all bowed their heads and bowed, kowtowing and thanking at the same time.

As long as they survive this winter, they will survive!

Some pedestrians looked at the homeless people with envy on their faces, such a high monthly money is extremely rare in the entire Chang'an City.

If they can also be recruited, they will not have to be so tight this winter, and they will be able to fill the household.

"Liu Hua, let people go outside the city to build a shed and a stove, and cook porridge."

"Whoa!"

Liu Hua answered, and then gave an order to a few people beside him.

"You can go out of the city now, and soon someone will be there to give porridge."

Ye Qiange said that, he bent into the carriage, and immediately, a small person squeezed into his arms.

"Liu Hua, let them move all the corpses on the side of the road to the outside of the city and bury them."

Ye Qiange was in a very low mood, he didn't want to stay outside for a long time, whether it was the homeless people or the shocking snow bags, it made his psychology extremely depressed.

"Whoa."

Liu Hua took a deep breath, called out more than 100 sturdy men from the homeless people, and immediately pulled out a corpse from the snow bags, a full seventy-eight!

Among them, there is even a newborn baby!

This situation is terrible.

Ye Qiange put down the curtain, retracted his eyes, and spit out two words, "Let's go." ”

The crowd immediately dispersed, and the carriage slowly headed out of the city.

Thousands of displaced people followed closely behind, as well as the seventy-eight cold, unheated corpses.

At this time, except for the sound of horses' hooves, everything was silent.

All the silence, I don't know if it's for Ye Qiange's good deeds, or for the seventy-eight sufferers.

All eyes were focused, Ye Qiange's team was getting bigger and bigger, and the number of displaced people who heard the news along the way was accumulating more and more, and before they left the city, they had reached more than 2,000 people.

The people from the palace came quickly, and when Ye Qiange went out of the city, he saw that someone had already built a wooden shed outside the city and was busy.

Some homeless people took the initiative to join in, and within a stick of incense, wooden sheds rose one by one, and stoves were built from scratch, and soon, a few wisps of cooking smoke rose up, bags of grain were poured into the pot, and soon, a faint fragrance spread.

All the homeless people waited quietly, children and old people stood in front, and behind them were middle-aged women and men.

There was no sign of rushing forward, and they all waited in peace, despite hunger and cold, but the heart of respecting the old and loving the young could not lose a point.

Ye Qiange's heart was touched.

In this era, the material conditions are scarce, people's lives are difficult, and the day is precarious, but the way of filial piety and etiquette rules have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

After a half-stop, the carriage clattered out of the city.

There are more displaced people outside the city, and along the way, you can see people in ragged clothes and thin faces everywhere, some dragging their families with their mouths, and some walking hesitantly, with dazed faces and desperate faces.

Some people walked and walked, and couldn't hold on, so they fell backwards, and couldn't get up again, and after a night, there were small snow bags.

Ye Qiange's heart kept twitching.

People are like ants, and their lives are like mustards.

"Let's bury the corpses along the road." Ye Qiange lifted the curtain and looked at the scenes in his eyes, and his heart continued to sink.

It's just winter.

And such a scene is staged every year.

Not to mention famine!

I'm afraid that the number of people who died was tenfold, or even tens, hundreds.

The carriage stopped and went, and Liu Hua kept asking people to bury the dead bodies on the side of the road, and kept urging those homeless people to gather outside the city gate.

"There is a soup kitchen at the gate to fill your stomachs."

There is no need for flowery language, just two words of soup porridge are enough to arouse the desire of the homeless.

The speed of the spread of the news is faster than expected, at least faster than the carriage.

There was no need for Liu Hua to continue to publicize, there were more and more homeless people coming on, with a little excitement and joy on their faces, and their aimless steps had a direction, and they all went outside the city gate.

And Ye Qiange was still busy digging pits and burying the corpses along the road.

The sun is bright, but it's just bright.

Reflecting the starvation and frozen corpses all over the field, the temperature dropped again and again.

In just more than ten miles, it took two hours.

They don't know how many dead bodies have been pulled out of the snow packs, and all they can do is bury them one by one.

"Lord Wang, it's here."

Holding Xiao Tiantian and getting out of the car, Ye Qiange calmed down and looked at the carriage stopped in front of a coal mine.

Not far from the mine, a large factory shed was built.

Large and small thatched huts are erected around the factory shed, and it is noon, and cooking smoke has risen from the thatched huts.

"Little Wang Changdao, meet the prince!"

Before entering the factory shed, a person was ushered in, and when he saw the comer, his face changed, and he knelt on the ground and worshipped.

Ye Qiange bowed his head slightly, and walked towards the factory shed.

When I entered the factory shed, the scene inside came into view.

"Wow, what is this?"

Without waiting for Ye Qiange to speak, Xiao Tiantian in her arms opened her big watery eyes wide, and her small mouth let out an exclamation.

"It's called honeycomb coal."

Ye Qiange put Xiao Tiantian down, bowed her body slightly, took her little hand, and walked slowly with her.

The floor of the factory shed is full of dense circular coal clusters.

There are 12 holes in the middle of the coal mass, and from a distance, it looks like a honeycomb, hence the name.

"How much honeycomb coal is here?"

"Back to Your Majesty, there are more than 17,000." Wang Changdao immediately said.

"Why is it so?" Ye Qiange frowned.

"Back to the prince, most of them are due to lack of manpower, and the time is still short, and these tens of thousands of honeycomb coal are also made day and night." Wang Changdao arched his hand.

Ye Qiange nodded and said, "How many coal stoves have been made?" ”

"One thousand three hundred and sixty."

Ye Qiange was a little puzzled, there should be more honeycomb coal, and less coal stove.

"Your Highness, the coal furnace is built by a special mason, and when there is nothing to do in winter, it will all be left to them." Liu Huadao.

"Are they all from the palace?"

"Yes, they were all requisitioned from the lord's fiefdom."

Ye Qiange nodded, "Go to the mine and have a look." ”

Bending down to pick up Xiao Tiantian, the group left the factory shed, and went to the mine along the opened mountain road.

The mine is not high, only twenty or thirty zhang, resembling a big turtle, and the people nearby call this mountain the turtle mountain.

After half a cup of tea, I came to the top of the mountain.

The coal mines in Turtle Mountain are very abundant, and three feet down from the ground, you can see black coals, and the color is excellent.

The corners of Ye Qiange's mouth curved, this mine is enough to consume the entire Chang'an for several years.

Of course, if the habit of burning coal is formed in the future, it will not last long.

The road is long, and I will go up and down to seek.

Great oaks from little acorns grow..

One step, one step, can also lead to thousands of miles.

Ye Qiange said in his heart, change starts here.