Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Chapter 113 Jinyiwei!

It was still dark, and the cold wind was blowing through the streets and alleys, making the doors and windows rattle.

Under the instructions of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the people in the city left their homes early.

Their faces were pale and haggard, they were shivering in the cold wind, supporting each other and slowly moving towards Yingkou.

The team was like a long winding dragon. Everyone's steps seemed so heavy yet firm, and every step was carried with the desire for survival.

"Hey, are there really any porridge today? Why do I feel so uneasy?"

An old woman with gray hair held her husband's arm tightly, her eyes full of worry.

"Let's just believe it for once. Didn't we eat it yesterday? It can't be a dream."

The old man patted the old woman's hand and comforted her, but his wrinkled face was also full of uncertainty.

"Yes, mother, the porridge yesterday was delicious. I'm still thinking about it."

A little boy of seven or eight years old, with bright eyes, although his face was chapped from the cold, he could not hide his anticipation for the food.

They came here not for anything else, but because the Jinyiwei said yesterday that as long as they came here, they would have porridge to eat, a free bowl of porridge every day.

For the people who have long been struggling on the brink of starvation, this is like a ray of hope suddenly appearing in the darkness. Even if this ray of hope is so weak, they want to grab it desperately.

When they arrived in Yingkou, they found that many Jinyiwei were already busy here.

The familiar fifty large pots were emitting steam, with clothes and some black lumps neatly stacked beside them.

Today, as usual, each person received a bowl of porridge and a piece of clothing, but the difference was that each person also received two pieces of anthracite.

These anthracites are products of the Qianyu Chamber of Commerce. Speaking of what happened last night, it was really a case of Zhang Xianhuai catching a dead mouse with a blind cat.

Last night, Zhang Xianhuai and a group of Jinyiwei were patrolling the official road leading to Taiyuan City.

To put it bluntly, it is to see if there are any big businessmen who can requisition some useful materials.

As a result, the transport team of Qianyu Chamber of Commerce was intercepted.

……

Back to last night.

"Who are you? How dare you block the way of our Qianyu Chamber of Commerce!"

The Chamber of Commerce's manager, riding on his horse, shouted in a timid tone.

"I am Zhang Xianhuai, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Brother Qian, don't you recognize me?" Zhang Xianhuai took a step forward.

In the light of the torch, Qian Cheng finally saw clearly that it was indeed Zhang Xian.

Because he saw it clearly, he became even more panicked.

"Xiao Zhang! What do you mean? This is our Chamber of Commerce's goods. It will be very useful if we ship it elsewhere."

Qian Cheng said anxiously, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Great use? What use could be greater than saving the lives of the people of Taiyuan City?"

Zhang Xianhuai said with a smile.

"Brother Qian, just consider it as a favor from your humble brother. I owe you one! Okay?"

"Go back and tell Teacher Lin that the students can borrow these things first and ask Teacher Lin to send out another batch."

"The people of Taiyuan are suffering. These supplies can save their lives."

"Xiao Zhang, what are you doing? Will your brother Qian be scolded to death by the boss when he gets home?" Qian Cheng was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Okay, I'll lend it to you! But you have to give me an explanation! I can tell the boss when I get back!"

Qian Cheng looked helpless.

"What do you want to explain? Brother Qian, just say it was requisitioned by the imperial court. For the sake of the people of Taiyuan City, Teacher Lin won't say a word."

Zhang Xianhuai said this in a very arrogant manner.

He waved his hand, and the Jinyiwei behind him immediately took action and began to move the goods.

……

At this time in Yingkou, the Jinyiwei were distributing supplies and patiently explaining to the people.

"Auntie, this is porridge for you, be careful it's hot."

"And this piece of clothing, take it, it will keep you warm."

A young Jinyiwei handed something to an old woman with a gentle smile on his face.

"Thank you, sir, thank you!"

The old woman was filled with gratitude and kept bowing.

"And here are these two pieces of coal, ma'am. They're anthracite, and they're very valuable."

The Jinyiwei picked up two pieces of coal and handed them to the old woman.

"Coal? I dare not take it, sir."

The old woman waved her hands in fear.

"Every year, people burn coal because they're afraid of the cold, and the next day they're dead."

"No one would burn coal to keep warm unless it was absolutely necessary. I wouldn't dare use this deadly thing."

"Don't be afraid, Auntie."

The Jinyiwei hurried to explain.

"This is different from the coal you've seen before. This is anthracite. As long as your house is well ventilated, you can light it at night and sleep very warmly!"

"Look over there."

The young Jinyiwei pointed to a burning coal stove not far away.

"Look, there's no smoke at all, and it's still quite warm."

The old woman looked in the direction he pointed and saw that the fire in the coal stove was burning brightly, but there was not a trace of black smoke around.

Several children were curiously gathered around the fire, their little faces flushed.

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the coal.

"Is it really that good? Then I'll try it. If it really can keep us warm, it will really save our lives."

"Sir, you are such good people!" The old woman looked at the Jinyiwei with gratitude.

"We are only here with His Majesty's orders! You are all His Majesty's subjects!"

"Your Majesty?" the old woman murmured.

"Uncle, take this coal back and make sure you keep it safe. Don't forget to open the window for ventilation when you go to bed at night. If you feel uncomfortable, put out the coal immediately."

Another Jinyiwei gave an instruction while handing coal to an old man.

"I see, I see, sir, you are very thoughtful."

"It's so cold, but with this coal, I can sleep well at night."

The uncle smiled innocently and carefully placed the coal in his arms.

The other people also carefully took the anthracite back home, talking about it along the way.

"The Jinyiwei are really good people. Without them, how would we survive this winter?"

A middle-aged woman said.

"Yes, in the past, no one cared about our lives. Now we have porridge to drink, clothes to wear, and coal to keep warm. It's really the blessing of the Buddha."

An old man sighed.

"I heard that this is the imperial court's order. It seems that the court still cares about us ordinary people."

A young man interrupted.

That night, warm fires were lit in many homes in Taiyuan City.

In the small, dimly lit room, the family sat around the fire, feeling the long-lost warmth.

"Mother, this fire is so warm that my feet are no longer cold."

The little boy stretched his chilblained feet to the fire and said with a grin.

"Yes, kid, thanks to those Jinyiwei."

"Without them, we wouldn't know how much suffering we would have endured."

The mother looked at her child lovingly, tears in her eyes.

“I hope there will be good days like this every day in the future.”

My father muttered to himself as he looked at the fire.

On the third day, when the first ray of sunshine shone on Taiyuan City, Yingkou was already bustling with activity.

The Jinyiwei set up two hundred large pots, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The flames under the pot roared, the rice porridge in the pot rolled, and the aroma filled the entire Yingkou, bringing a warm breath to this cold city.

"Everyone, don't push, line up, everyone will have a share!"

The Jinyiwei shouted loudly to maintain order.

"Fellow villagers, as long as you are not full, you can keep asking for more until you are full!"

Zhang Xianhuai stood on the high platform, glanced at the people below, and shouted loudly.

"Sir, this... is this true? Can it really fill us up?"

A ragged citizen asked in disbelief, his eyes full of suspicion and desire.

"Of course it's true. The court will not let you starve again!"

Zhang Xianhuai answered firmly.

"Everyone, don't worry about eating. We have enough food."

"Oh, this is such a blessing! I could never eat enough before, I only had occasional meals."

An old man said excitedly, his hands shaking constantly.

"Yes, the imperial court is still the best. These Jinyiwei are all good people!"

The people talked excitedly, tears in their eyes.

It was Zhang Xianhuai's idea not to let them eat enough at the beginning. If these long-hungry people ate too much at once, their bodies would not be able to bear it and many of them would die of overeating.

"Everyone take your time, don't rush, everyone can eat their fill."

Zhang Xianhuai continued to shout.

"Children and the elderly take care of them first, and the young people can take care of them."

Under the orderly organization of the crowd, the people lined up to receive the porridge.

They sat on the ground and ate voraciously. Although their eating style was not elegant, it was heartbreaking.

Some people cried while eating, mumbling words of thanks.

"Mother, this porridge is so delicious. I've never eaten so much."

A little boy said happily to his mother, his face covered with porridge stains.

"Yes, child, eat quickly and eat more. You won't feel cold when you are full."

The mother looked at her child lovingly, her eyes full of satisfaction.

"Brother, eat slowly, don't choke."

A young man said to the older brother next to him, and handed the steamed bun he had received to the older brother.

"Eat a pancake and press it down."

"Thank you, brother. I...I'm really hungry."

The elder brother took the steamed bun and looked at the young man gratefully.

After eating the porridge, the people's faces became rosy and they were in much better spirits than before.

Compared to the numbness of the previous two days, they are now full of hope for life.

At this moment, his trust in the court reached its peak, and he was full of gratitude to these Jinyiwei.

"Sir, you are truly our saviors!"

An old man walked up to Zhang Xianhuai and knelt down with a plop.

"Get up, get up, old man! I'm so young, how can I bear your worship!"

"This is what the court should do."

Zhang Xianhuai quickly helped the old man up.

"As long as everyone lives a good life, it will be the best reward for the court."

"Master, don't worry, we will live a good life."

The people said one after another.

In the days that followed, Taiyuan City began to slowly recover with the help of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The Jinyiwei not only continued to distribute supplies, but also organized the people to repair houses and tidy up the streets.

"Fellow villagers, let's clean up this street together so that it will be more convenient to walk in the future." A Jinyiwei directed the people to work.

"Okay, sir, we will listen to you." The people responded positively and picked up their tools to start working.

"Everyone, work hard to repair this house so it can be warmer in winter," said another Jinyiwei.

"Sir, we don't know how to repair a house. You have to teach us." said a young man.

"No problem, just follow me." Jinyiwei said with a smile.

After spending half a month.

Taiyuan City began to slowly come back to life.

Many people have a plaque in their homes.

There was no one's name on it.

Only three words.

Jinyiwei!