Liu Jinxian felt very distressed at this moment.

He was not unclear that the current prefect of Daming Prefecture Lu Xiangsheng was fighting against the gentry of Daming Prefecture represented by Huang Liji.

Although Huang Liji was the former chief minister of the cabinet, he had been ordered to retire and the county magistrate was not as good as the county magistrate, and he did not dare to oppose Lu Xiangsheng tactfully. But his subconscious behavior became the pawn of the Huang family.

They were fighting against gods, and they were the little devils who suffered.

Liu Jinxian originally wanted to return to explain to Lu Xiangsheng, but he had never seen Lu Xiangsheng at all.

This is a big misunderstanding.

In the political struggle in the officialdom, it is not a house-playing house. When taking the team, there is no need to hesitate at all. It is like winning a championship in sports competitions. Everyone will remember the championship, not who the runner-up and third place are.

But Liu Jinxian is now remembered by Lu Xiangsheng.

"I want to kill you!"

Liu Jinxian was riding in a carriage and immediately went to the East Gate of Daming Prefecture City to prepare to leave the city.

However, the city gates were closed at this time.

"Stop and back! Those who violate the situation will be killed without any reason!"

Gu Changshun stepped forward and quietly handed a few pieces of silver to the small flag guarding the city gate: "Give some wine to your brothers and warm your body!"

"What are you doing? Are you bribing me?"

Xiaoqi can be said to be the lowest military system in the Ming Dynasty. A small flag manages ten soldiers, but Xiaoqi has already been in the seventh rank official position.

Gu Changshun had no choice but to retreat.

Daming Mansion is not a border city, and the city gate is closed and implemented strictly. In normal times, let alone Liu Jinxian wants to leave the city or enter the city, even Changsui like Gu Changshun or An Madam, he can still enter and exit freely.

Liu Jinxian naturally understood that he had offended Lu Xiangsheng, and the people below had heard the news.

Almost everyone started to take sides.

They naturally did not dare to make things difficult for Huang Liji, but they would never be ruthless in dealing with Liu Jinxian, a rich man.

In desperation, Liu Jinxian had to return to his own courtyard in the city.

...

Jiagou, Liu's farm.

At this time, two large pots with a diameter of more than one meter were cooking porridge on the hot pot. The porridge had become very sticky, although at night, there was a long queue in front of the two pots.

These people include the tenants from the Jiagou Farm in the Liu family, as well as refugees who heard the news.

The people who were waiting in line to serve the porridge suddenly fell to the ground. The people around him came forward to check, but shook their heads and sighed a long time.

"What's going on!"

"Dead!"

Liu Ming was wearing a thick cotton coat and felt cold, let alone these ordinary refugees?

After most of the day of porridge distribution, Liu Mingyu's reputation had risen to more than 3,000. He was eager to open the mall, so he had to continue porridge distribution and put more than half of the food in more than a dozen stones.

"Rich!"

"Young Master!"

"You go and find a few iron shovels, let everyone shovel the snow, pat them on both sides to form a snow wall, so that they can block the cold wind!"

"OK!"

Liu Fugui opened the warehouse of his house, took out some tools, and started working with dozens of refugees.

Seeing that these refugees were not in high spirits, Liu Mingyu said, "Follow the person who shovels the snow, I will give you an extra bowl later!"

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards. As Liu Mingyu ordered, hundreds of people began to shovel the snow.

There are many people and great power. Soon, a snow wall about seven feet high and one foot thick will be shot.

With the blockage of the snow wall, the cold wind seemed to be blocked a little.

Wait until the porridge is cooked and it is started to be distributed to refugees and tenants.

"Where is your bowl?"

"I don't have a bowl."

"Then why do you eat porridge?"

The refugee disliked the dirty clothes on his chest: "Put it inside!"

Liu Mingyu felt a little cold and didn't stare at the scene.

Fortunately, Liu Fugui is a more attentive person. Every time he handed out a bowl of porridge, he would say, "It is our young master who rewards you!"

"Thank you, the good guy!"

Liu Mingyu's reputation is constantly rising.

When he arrived at the main house of the other courtyard, Yang Xianxian was burning around the stove.

"Madam!"

"My husband!"

Yang Xianxian stood up and unbuttoned the cotton robe for Liu Mingyu.

Liu Mingyu held Yang Xianxian's hand: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yang Xianxian lowered her head and said nothing.

Liu Mingyu looked at the table next to the brazier and placed two bowls of rice porridge, which was not the same as the porridge outside. Daming Mansion does not produce rice, and if you want to eat rice, you have to go to Daming County to buy it.

Yang Xianxian said: "Swallow, keep the rice hot!"

"yes!"

Yang Xianxian said embarrassedly: "My husband, this place is not as bad as the mansion, the conditions are a little worse!"

Liu Jinxian had never been to this Jiagou Villa, but the manager who was responsible for collecting grain came here every autumn harvest. Although the pots and pans were complete, there was no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Yang Xianxian could only use some rice to make some rice porridge for Liu Mingyu.

Liu Mingyu took a sip of white porridge and frowned slightly.

He suddenly thought that he still had canned food.

Liu Mingyu got up and went to the bedroom in the inner room, and took out two cans of canned food from the space. The canned food was 800 grams at a time. The canned food was made of green iron cans, cylindrical.

There is neither a production date nor a manufacturer.

Yang Xianxian looked at the canned food in Liu Mingyu's hand in surprise: "My husband, what is this?"

"Yan'er, come over with a kitchen knife!"

Liu Mingyu took the can, opened the lid with a kitchen knife, and handed it to Yan'er: "Get out and heat it up!"

It didn't take long, Yan'er brought the hot canned food.

The hot cans have an attractive scent.

Liu Mingyu took the chopsticks and picked out the noodles in the can and tasted it. Fortunately, it was not the type of garbage canned beef in later generations, and it tasted pretty good.

"Madam, you eat too!"

Yang Xianxian took a bite and a happy expression appeared on her face: "My husband, this is beef...beef!"

The Ming Dynasty was not like later generations, and it was not easy to eat beef. Of course, although the law does not allow killing cattle, it can kill old cows or kill disabled cows.

Yang Xianxian and Liu Mingyu were eating canned beef and drinking white porridge.

Although Yang Xianxian is thin, she has a lot of appetite. She has finished eating 800 grams of canned beef.

"My husband, I'm so full!"

"Can you still hungry with your husband?"

Liu Mingyu was a little proud.

Yang Xianxian leaned against Liu Mingyu: "My husband, Xianxian feels so happy!"

“Is this satisfying?”

Liu Mingyu smiled and said, "Your request is too simple!"

Yang Xianxian looked at Liu Mingyu carefully: "Mr., you have wasted the food here, why did you explain it to your family?"

"Do you still need to explain?"

Liu Mingyu said seriously: "Didn't Jiagou Farm be handed over to me? Do I need to explain? Besides, he will only thank me!"

Liu Ming met the porridge, but it was not entirely because of his reputation, but to gather his original team.
Chapter completed!