PS: Take a break and post a chapter first, please vote for everyone to support it.

Those people had coarse cloth and linen clothes, dark skin, thick arms, and slightly thick calluses on the edges of their palms, which was obviously the people who worked all year round.

A middle-aged man who looked honest and honest asked, "Old Pan, please read, please help me see if this merit monument has the name of our lord?"

The man named Lao Pan stammered and replied with a blushing face: "I...I can only write my own name. My cousin studied with his husband for a year when he was a child, and he should know."

After saying that, he pointed to a young man in his twenties next to him.

The young man asked proudly, "For my cousin's sake, I can help you see what your lord's name is?"

Young men do have the truth of being proud. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, even if they were educated, they could recognize some words.

When the middle-aged man heard the young man ask this, he was stunned. He didn't even know a single word he was so big that he knew what the Lord's name was?

Usually they are all lords, and they dare not call them by their names if they call them! Calling the lords name is very disrespectful.

The man named Lao Pan seemed to be trying to save the face just now, and quickly interrupted:

"I know this. The lord's surname is Yang and his name is Fan. His courtesy name is Yishan. He is the county uncle of Wannian County that His Majesty has just been granted."

"Yes, the Wannian County Majesty is our Lord." The middle-aged man followed the instructions.

The young man looked up on the bluestone tablet several times, but did not find the name they said, and turned to tease them:

"I searched several times but couldn't find your Lord Yang Fan's name. You sir, you didn't donate any money or food!"

Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged man became a little anxious and retorted with an angry look:

"How could it not be donated? A few days after the smallpox plague, our Lord opened a shop near Baishui Village to rescue disasters. Every meal was full of white rice. I had a few meals. The rice was much more fragrant than the rice from Jiangnan. Moreover, the villages in the nearby villages that were particularly difficult, as long as they were verified by the Earl's Mansion, each household could receive 100 cents from the Earl's Mansion. After my brother died of smallpox, my sister-in-law received it. I heard that the Earl's Mansion has distributed tens of thousands of guans of silver, and the food they eat for thousands of people, and the food they spend every day is also dozens or hundreds of dan."

Old Pan looked at his shocked cousin and sighed:

"What Lao Chen said is indeed true, but Your Majesty is also wise and powerful. His officials are clear-headed and treat the people more love the people as much as their sons. He is a rare good emperor in the ages."

You see, the porridge shop in the distance was opened by the court. As long as it was a disaster victim, you could get two bowls of porridge with a fuse. Moreover, the officials from the court often came to inspect, and the officials who were providing disaster relief did not dare to seize the food of the victims. After saying that, they also pointed to the long line of porridge shop not far away.

After hearing this, the young man nodded in agreement and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty is of course a famous lord for all ages. It is said that the proposal to raise funds and provide disaster relief was proposed by Your Majesty. However, the name of the lord cannot be found on the merit monument is because this merit monument only records the money and food donated by some wealthy families to the court, and does not record the kindness of privately opening a shop to rescue the victims!"

The middle-aged man looked up and couldn't help but say, "The Lord is a living Bodhisattva, and he doesn't even name it. Then... what kind of merit monument is this?"

The young man laughed and said, "What do you care about him? It's nothing to do with us. Besides, God has also given you treasures to your Lord!"

The middle-aged man and Lao Pan looked puzzled:

"God gave us the treasure? What is it?"

The young man smiled awkwardly:

"I just heard that as for what kind of baby it is, how do I know?"

After saying that, they squeezed out the crowded crowd and walked towards the dock Avenue. The few of them had no idea that the middle-aged man who was standing beside them just now was the current emperor Li Shimin.

Seeing the few people leaving, Li Shimin's mouth slightly raised, indicating that he was in a good mood at this time.

For an emperor, nothing can be as realistic as the common people's words "With wise and powerful, love the people as if they are sons". This is the voice of ordinary people, and it is more refreshing than ten thousand flatteries from court officials.

The people of the Tang Dynasty were open-minded. Apart from treason, few people were convicted of their words. If it weren't for the sincere words, the people would never have said so.

Since ancient times, why have you been an emperor? In addition to enjoying the most precious thing, who does not want to leave a name in history and is proud of being an emperor for the ages.

What's more, since he ascended the throne and became emperor, he was always afraid that the people in the world would say that he had an inappropriate position. Therefore, for so many years, he has been working diligently and trying to be a good emperor.

Now that I heard the praises of the people, I was in a good mood. I waved to Wang Huangui and then walked towards the carriage.

After entering the carriage, Li Shimin laughed and asked Wang Huangui:

"I didn't expect that the boy in the Yang family usually looked greedy and lustful, but he was so generous in the face of Dayi. I wonder what that boy was doing? I heard that he got what treasures he had? There were a lot of things in the court during this period, and Guanyin maid was in poor health and needed to rest. Calculate the days, it took almost twenty days to see him."

Although Wang Huangui seems to be just an old eunuch, he is actually Li Shimin's intelligence chief. The information collected by the hundreds of cavalry is screened by the old eunuch Wang Huangui before reporting it to Li Shimin.

Regarding the target that Li Shimin often comes into contact with, he is a talent he is optimistic about, so Baiqi certainly dare not neglect it. Naturally, Yang Fan is also the focus of Baiqi's attention.

Wang Huangui nodded with a pleasing look on his face, and immediately replied:

"Wannian County and County Masters have either helped the victims or built workshops in Yangjiaping. It is said that during the Zhongyuan Festival, they also picked up treasures that fell from the Heavenly Palace. As for what the treasures are? The slave has not yet discovered them."

Li Shimin frowned and looked puzzled: "Yang Jiaping? Tiangong Baby?"

Wang Huangui quickly explained:

"Yangjiaping is the name given by Wannian County Bo himself. It is the 2,000 acres of wasteland that everyone rewarded him some time ago. Now there are workshops built on that piece of land. It is still unclear what to do. As for the treasures of the Heavenly Palace, according to rumors, during the Zhongyuan Festival, several beams of strong light fell from the sky, and the Tianma fell in the Weishui River. Wannian County Bo happened to pass here. In recent days, there have been spies reporting that the Yang Mansion's servants sent dozens of invitations one after another and invited the Chang'an nobles to go to Qizhen Pavilion to appraise treasures. I think that the treasure is what the day of the Zhongyuan Festival."

Li Shimin pondered for a while and waved:

"Let's go, let's go to Yang's house to have a look!"

*******

Chang'an City Yang Mansion, front yard is in a side room.

Wang Xuance knelt on the ground and kowtowed excitedly and thanked:

"Thank you for your kindness in life. Xuan Ce will definitely be responsible for his success in the future and will work hard for his own dogs and horses."

Yang Fan smiled and did not look at it before: "This is mainly because of the fact that Brother Sun Simiao is here, which is the result of everyone's efforts. If you and I can meet each other, it is also considered destiny. In the future, I will regard the mansion as my home."

Sun Simiao also enjoyed himself while stroking his beard. After all, he personally participated in a cross-age medical operation. As a medical fanatic, this was a full achievement.

The rest of the people looked excited and worshipped. This is their own lord, one word - Niu.

The suppurated intestinal abscess was almost terminally ill in the Tang Dynasty. The Lord's mouth moved his mouth and made a dying person jump around. He was really a god-like figure.

Seeing the worshiping people in his mansion like a cultist, he was satisfied with his vanity and a little ashamed.

As a time traveler, I can be regarded as a low-end version. After all, I was just a loser before time traveling and didn’t know much.

If there was no system that slightly raised my level, I could be considered the most time traveler.

Fortunately, the servant came to report at this time, and Lao Li came to visit, which relieved him a little bit of embarrassment, but his mood was like a sunny day.

He hummed a little tune and came to the main hall. Old Li was already sitting upright beside the desk. The old eunuch, who was like a dead tree, stood like a wood on the right back of Li Shimin.

Seeing Yang Fan coming, Li Shimin picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea and smiled slightly:

"Boy Yang, I'm in such a good mood today. Are you thinking about a little girl from the house again? Do you want me to propose marriage to you?"

Seeing this irrelevant emperor, he really took his mansion as his home.

Of course, Yang Fan would not be polite if he didn't treat himself as an outsider, so he didn't say hello and sat down on the chair on the other side of Li Shimin casually.

Li Er was not surprised by this, but the old eunuch Wang Huangui, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

Yang Fan is so popular with everyone. He has followed Li Shimin for decades, but he has not seen anyone with such courage.

Although Li Shimin is a member of the royal family, his aura of being in a high position for a long time is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

No wonder everyone likes to come to Yang's mansion to find this county uncle. It seems that in the future, we have to treat this count differently.

Yang Fancai didn't care about the old eunuch's inner scenes, and it didn't matter even if he knew it.

What's wrong with the royal family? Besides, he had known Lao Li's identity in front of him for a long time. His soul grew up under the red flag, so there were no concepts of so many hierarchy.

After sitting down, Yang Fan looked at Li Shimin and replied:

"Oh, Lao Li, I didn't expect that you, a royal clan, had changed your career. I think you have the potential to be a matchmaker. If the subordinates in the mansion need to talk to the matchmaker, I will let them take care of your business."

Hearing this, Li Shimin's temples suddenly jumped and wanted to take out an eighty-meter machete to kill the boy in front of him. The old eunuch could only turn his back, as if he didn't hear anything.

Last time, this kid didn’t give his son a face, but now he is just making fun of himself. He really doesn’t treat the royal family as a cadre!

Otherwise, now I will announce my identity and let this kid kneel down to relieve his strong liver fire?

In the end, Li Shimin gave up the little bit of imagination in his heart. We should be suffering as the emperor!

Furthermore, as an emperor, as a man, he has very few friends. He doesn't want to lose a friend who can brag and spank and talk about anything.

But he didn't know that Yang Fan had already known his identity. Even if Li Shimin disclosed his identity, Yang Fan would not be scared, let alone kowtowed.
Chapter completed!