Some people are happy and some are sad. This sentence is probably not very appropriate when applied to Zhao Mingcheng today.

For the long-awaited "The Goddess of Luo River", he agreed to Pan Yi's bet, and now he regretted it so much that his intestines were blue.

Tonight was a rare festival every year, but he was held out of the city by a bunch of refugees and could not even go back to his home.

Zhao Mingcheng is actually not bad, he is just a little greedy for life and fear of death, and is also indecisive.

He planned well at the beginning. With what he learned over the years, he helped only 500 refugees get rid of poverty and become rich. Isn’t that a good thing?

Otherwise, how could he know a prefecture in the future?

However, the more full the imagination, the more skinny the reality is.

Standing on the bank of a river with muddy flats at a glance, he only had one thought in his mind... Why are there no fish in the river?

If Yun Yi was here, he would probably have this question, yes, why are there no fish in the river? The novel says that no one eats fish, and you can catch a bunch of fish just by tying a fish cage?

Then those old fishermen who have been on the river bank for a long time and make a living by fishing will remind you: Young man, you are too naive!

It's indeed naive, especially when the refugees were hungry for half a month, even the young eggs that had just been laid in the mudflat were plundered by them.

In fact, the five hundred refugees he selected were confused at first, and they thought they could finally have a bite of hot meal.

Unexpectedly, this rich young man who looked gentle would bring them to the river to catch fish.

It’s not bad to fish, but at least you can find a few experienced fishermen to teach you and purchase a batch of fishing gear by the way. You can’t let us explore it on our own, right?

If we can explore this on our own, what else can we use to you?

Well, these are the words of the refugees, but they dare not say it.

I just tossed like this all day, and at this time I looked at Zhao Mingcheng's eyes, it was a bit like a fool.

A little boy cried aggrievedly: "Mom, I'm hungry, why don't we go to get porridge?"

The mother was also very aggrieved, but she knew that she could not 'failure' the other person's kindness, so she quickly covered her son's mouth: "Be good, we will have fish to eat in a while." After that, she looked at Zhao Mingcheng with anticipation.

Zhao Mingcheng coughed awkwardly and looked at the long porridge pickup team at the city gate. It was a porridge shop that "donated" to the nationals. He provided two hot porridge meals a day. I heard that there were more cooked cakes today, and adults received one, and old men and children.

Just such a move made the people very grateful to Xiang's family. Xiang's family followed the trend and pushed Xiang's empress dowager, which was a huge profit for the people.

Looking at the five hundred pairs of expectant eyes in front of him, Zhao Mingcheng took a deep breath and ordered to the entourage beside him: "Go and buy 500 servings of food."

The entourage was a 15 or 16-year-old book boy. He had suffered a lot when he was a child. He was very sympathetic to the experiences of these refugees. He heard this and bowed respectfully. He quickly ordered twenty people from the refugees and went out to purchase them with him.

Not far away, the person sent by Qingyun Club to supervise the completion of the task frowned slightly, took out the small pen in his arms, and wrote such a small episode in his account book...

Coincidentally.

Pan Yi also found refugees.

However, compared to Zhao Mingcheng's eyes, Pan Yi's side was in full swing.

In a village about three or four miles away from Zhuquemen in previous years, five hundred young and strong men were uniformly wearing the clothes and shoes provided by Pan Yi, and even their beards were shaved off.

"Young Master, all the farm tools you want are ready."

Pan Yi looked at the five hundred young and strong people in front of him and nodded with satisfaction, then asked loudly: "Is the sauce-sauce rice delicious just now?"

Five hundred young men looked at each other and cheered, "It's delicious, thank you for the reward."

"Hahaha..." Pan Yi put his hands on his hips, laughed for a while, and his face suddenly changed.

"When you are full, you should listen to me even more. Now, everyone has the tools. From now on, you will be the tenant farmers of this farm. You will do your own things and have enough food and clothing. Don't I have to teach you?"

When the farm manager next to him heard this, he was so scared that his face turned green and hurriedly came forward to stop Pan Yi.

"Young Master, you must not. The farmers in this farm are already very abundant. If there are 500 more people, where do we come from so much arable land to support them?"

Pan Yi frowned slightly and pushed him away, "That's not simple, you go and drive away the original tenant..."

"Ahem!" Before Pan Yi finished speaking, the Qingyun Club staff responsible for supervision quickly reminded: "Mr. Pan, if you insist on doing this, your final score will definitely not exceed B."

Pan Yi was stunned when he heard this, and a hint of impatient expression appeared on his face, but when he thought of the bet with Zhao Mingcheng, he could only bear it.

After a while of silence, he spoke, "Let's do this, let them settle in the village first. I will go to the city to ask, there must be something suitable for them. Anyway, as long as they can be self-sufficient, right?"

"Yes, according to the evaluation criteria issued by the boss, if you can lead them to self-sufficient, you can basically get a Class A assessment."

When Pan Yi thought about it, he thought it was quite simple. He just wanted to find trouble for five hundred people.

"Okay, then you five hundred people will live here first. The Japanese young master of Ming will come over again. At that time, you will definitely have a stable livelihood."

Five hundred young and strong men looked at each other and finally bowed properly: "We are waiting for the young master's good news."

Pan Yi nodded with satisfaction, turned around and jumped off the round table that was temporarily used as a high platform, pulled over the two followers beside him, frowned and said, "From today, you two will take turns to Zhao Mingcheng to watch it. Once there is any news, we will report it as soon as possible."

The two followers looked at each other and nodded one after another.

At this time, a young man dressed in a scholar next to him came forward and bowed and said, "Young Master, the poetry meeting has begun, are we?"

Pan Yi was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that there would be Mid-Autumn Festival poems waiting for him to roam tonight. He looked up at the full moon like a round wheel. Pan Yi squirted and asked, "Do you know where Wanwan went?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and bowed his hand and replied, "It should be the Luoshui Poetry Club of the Zhe family, and he went there quite early."

Pan Yi pursed her lips and asked again: "Where is Miss Li?"

The young man's eyes lit up, his face showed a fascinating expression, and he responded devoutly: "It's also the Luoshui Poetry Club."

"She went too?" Pan Yi frowned in anger. After a long time of confusion, he said, "Then let's go to Jinfeng Tower."

"Ah?" The young man looked disappointed.

Pan Yi slapped the big red flower in his ear angrily, and said angrily: "What, hurry up and prepare the car."

About one stick of incense.

The Pan family's carriage passed through the Suzaku Gate and drove into the crowded Yuqian Street.
Chapter completed!