In early November, the weather was already winter, and the cold rain fell in Changsha City, soaking the entire city. Due to the return of tens of thousands of soldiers, the busy market became more and more lively. Many people were reluctant to leave these opportunities to make money and were shaking stalls, not missing an opportunity.

A college is being established outside Changsha City. The mountain chief is Yang Wenjing, a great scholar in Hunan. He heard that he could enter the school by just passing the test. For a time, the whole city was surging. Everyone wanted their descendants to study with the great scholars, so as to get into the imperial examination and become the best.

"Mr. Yang's voice is very powerful, and everyone admires it. Even the people on the street are discussing the academy, and they admire it very much!" The streets of Changsha City are covered with bricks and stones, and the sound of horse hooves stepping on the road is extra crisp, "Dadada..." Every sound is simply like a pea falling into the plate.

Li Jia was wearing a hat and riding a horse, followed by some guards. Xiaoyu in the sky had no eyes at all, but instead watched the appearance of all living beings with interest.

The people in brown clothes hid under the eaves, cursing the rain; the guests at the tea stalls were drinking tea while chatting happily; the small stalls on the street shouted weakly, and their voices were trembling.

From time to time, you can hear the child's crying and crackling sounds of flesh. Don't get me wrong. The brothel is far away from here. This is just the pain that the child is naughty.

The eaves of ordinary people are naturally worthless and are free to hide. Some even hold a cup of hot water to warm up the body and express their gratitude.

Some high-gate households have clean eaves in front of the doors. Some passers-by can't escape from the rain, but they are scolded by the servants. Helplessly, they can only wet in the rain and quickly find a place to hide from the rain.

This cold rain instantly made Changsha City enter winter. If you accidentally get the wind and cold, it would be fine if you only have money, but if you die, it would be miserable.

Therefore, no matter whether it is poor or humble or wealthy, you can only choose to surrender in the face of this winter rain.

Li Jia was not afraid. He was healthy, wearing a straw raincoat, and was wearing a warm fur coat. He didn't care about this winter rain at all.

In fact, if he is in modern times, before he travels through time, why should he wear these clothes and hats? It is no problem to just get wet in the rain outside.

There is a saying in my hometown that is good: heavy rain is light rain, and light rain is sunny.

Isn’t this little rain just a sunny day in later generations?

"Thanks to the kindness of Your Majesty, you have to do things like education, otherwise Yang Wenjing would not have such a reputation!" Wu Qing said in a compliment.

Li Jia didn't say anything, he still had this self-knowledge. In Hunan, his fame is not as good as Yang Wenjing, a great scholar. If he did an interview survey, Yang Wenjing's popularity would definitely be above him, even more than five or ten times.

"This--" Suddenly, Li Jia passed by a narrow alley, and saw some beggars and beggars with barefoots trembling barefoots. On this winter day, even the poor people had a brown dress to keep warm, but these beggars with nothing were nothing, just shrank together and kept warm with each other.

This reminded him of the games he often played when he was a child. In the winter in Jiangnan, there was no heating, and he didn't even know that there was this thing. It was the coldest to sit in the classroom without moving. So after class, all the boys were making noise in the corridor, and the most common thing they played was crowded games.

Put one person in the corner of the wall, and then the rest of the people will squeeze forward. Those who are capable will get out and come back and squeeze forward. The most feared thing is that there is a fat man behind, which is really uncomfortable.

"Mr. Lang, what's wrong?" Wu Qing couldn't help but care.

"Nothing happened!" Li Jia shook her head and said, "I remembered an ancient poem from the former Tang Dynasty, one of which is: How can I have thousands of buildings to shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy?"

"Ordinary people are still hard to bear. Aren't these helpless beggars like a gate of hell? If they are now slandering and have few people, they should take good care of themselves!"

"Yes, I will send someone to bring you porridge, rice and clothes in a while!" Wu Qing thought the emperor was a little sad, but he was used to it and didn't care, so he said quickly.

"Let Changsha Prefecture send someone to give porridge, and include the young and strong people in it as their household registration. It is better to open up the land. You can also go and see if there are any children. Let them learn literature and martial arts from elementary school, which is also useful!"

"If the old man is, just keep it! I don't believe in this dignified Changsha Mansion, and some of the old men can't afford it?"

"No—" Wu Qing is really confused. Is Your Majesty really compassionate? Well, it can be considered a good deed.

"By the way, doing good deeds also requires people to know, so you can do it!"

"I know, little one!" Wu Qing nodded, and he was already understanding.

"What are you doing in front?" Li Jia walked with the flow and came to the east of the city without realizing it. This place belongs to the wealthy area of ​​Changsha City, and is even more prosperous. There are many people hiding from the rain, and there are basically no beggars. His eyes were attracted by some buildings.

"This is the Wuhun Temple, which was built by someone. Changsha Mansion dared not delay it. It has been under construction and will be completed in a few days. The tablets of the fallen soldiers will enjoy the incense here!"

"Yes, I'm very attentive. It seems that the scale is very large, but it's fine on rainy days. If these craftsmen are wet in the rain, it's not good. Let's talk about it until the sunny day!" Li Jia nodded with satisfaction and expressed his own opinions.

Wu Qing dared not have any objection to this. It was you who urged the completion of the work, and now you are also considering the body of the craftsman. What should you do if you want us? You can only obey.

"Let's go, where is there a bookstore? Let's go and take a look!" Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Li Jia chose a place to hide from the rain.

When I walked in, I found that many people took the opportunity to hide from the rain. They were basically gentle and gentle literati. Although there were many people, there were not many sounds.

The person who was looking at the store was an old woman who seemed to have read books and looked kind.

"This man, the rain is so heavy, why did he run out? Have a cup of ginger tea to warm up your body!" As soon as Li Jia entered the bookstore, the woman poured a cup of ginger tea with concern.

"If it's raining, what should I do?"

"Langjun--" Looking at the woman's ginger tea and feeling the concern, Li Jia waved her hand, picked up the ginger tea, faced the door, drank the tea in one go, and spit it on the ground with the cover of her wide sleeves. Anyway, the ground was wet and slippery, so I couldn't see it.

"Thank you aunt!" Li Jia said gratefully.
Chapter completed!