"The emperor's plaque is here." The teahouse clerk asked about the news and ran in with great enthusiasm. "Dear guests, the emperor rewarded the plaque of "Jishan House" on the newspaper hall. I heard that it was written by the emperor himself, so I carried it to the newspaper hall.

What a big scene.”

"What, really?"

Everyone wanted to go, and the four words "Jishanjia" are not suitable for newspapers. What does the emperor mean?

"Do you think the emperor wants to use the newspaper office to give this plaque to the real 'House of Ji Sheng'?"

Everyone was excited. The four words "Jishan Home" did not match. Isn't it really meaningless?

"There is still something to do next, let's take a step forward."

Someone left in a hurry, and the talkative people secretly exchanged glances. They lived up to what the princess told them!

Wen Mianmian sent the plaques away from the palace, and Wen Mianmian directly placed the plaques in a conspicuous place. Her news spread and the child care was arranged. This attractive plaque has arrived. Next

It is the time to test the results.

Ling Guo has always loved Jie, and looked at the pile of quilts and clothes that looked like hills and frowned, "Girl, come and clean up earlier."

Wen Mianmian turned her head with a smile, "You go to the training hall to find Xiaohui and ask her to go back to Yanzi Lane to call some clean and neat women to help."

"I remember, I'm a clean and neat person."

Lingguo nodded, ran away with her skirt.

Hua Jingsheng came in the afternoon, and the emperor dressed up in an ordinary manner and the officials behind him were shocked when they saw the scene at the entrance of the newspaper. You must know that these people are all here to donate money, never

I have seen such active donations of money.

When I looked at the red paper and black words in front of the newspaper, "Natural disasters are ruthless, people are affectionate," one side is in trouble, and all directions support," the people of Kyoto are concerned about the scene of Minxian's love. The emperor's heart was mixed and eventually turned into the corner of his mouth.

The smile.

Wen Mianmian hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and the emperor praised him, "Lao Liu's wife, you are doing well."

"With the help of the people of the whole city, the people of Min County will definitely be able to rebuild their hometown as soon as possible."

The ministers watched the people holding silver and clothes moving slowly in the team, and looked around at the newspaper office. The shock in their hearts could not calm down for a long time. The newspaper office had such great power, but was only in the newspaper.

With a shout, all these people came.

At this moment, Wen Yiqing brought his friends to come, "Sister, sir, please let us come to the newspaper office to help. If the newspaper office has something useful, just open your mouth."

When Qin Bufan saw his grandfather, he immediately raised his head and raised his chest, "Sister Wen, please give me instructions if you need anything."

Wen Mianmian smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and they were all half-year-old boys who didn't seem to need them much, but they couldn't disappoint them when they came, so she said, "The handwriting is very good and people raise their hands."

Qin Bufan was the first to raise his hand, "My handwriting is good and fast. I can still read the account book. I helped my grandfather keep the accounts."

"Okay, then you can choose two good people who count money and follow you in a group. I will open another table for you, and you can help you register."

"I know Sister Wen."

Qin Bufan turned around and picked two older boys. Wen Mianmian appointed an account to teach them. Seeing the three of them leaving with their heads raised, the other boys became anxious.

"You all follow Wang Shun to send newspapers, and send them well, so that everyone in the city can know that the newspaper is raising donations for Min County."

Wang Shun soon came and left with these boys. Seeing that Qin Bufan and the other two had officially started working, the emperor smiled and looked at his Minister of Revenue with a look of admiration, "Your grandson is well-educated."

Lord Qin began to be excited when his grandson raised his hand. Today, he showed his face in front of the emperor. "That kid is naughty on weekdays, and he can still stand up at critical moments."

At this moment, Qingge Manwu came with a few women from the training hall and Yanzi Lane. Wen Mianmian pointed to the clothes like the hill and said, "Your task is to sort out the clothes according to men, women, old and young, fold them and pack them.

, remember to mark it.”

He didn't delay the singing and dancing, so he took his people and started to help.

Soon, the gentleman from Rende College of Chengzhong arrived with about twenty students and came forward and said that they were from the same college as Fu Qian. When they learned that the newspaper needed personnel, they came to help. Wen Mianmian looked at the longer and longer.

The team breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir, it's just right. There are many people coming to raise funds. It's not easy to let everyone line up. I'll ask someone to open a few tables for you. Thank you for your hard work."

The gentleman bowed, "It is rare to have the opportunity to do some good things for the people of Min County, without talking about hard work."

In this way, the tables in front of the newspaper were filled with scattered contents, and the space that originally thought was quite spacious suddenly became crowded.

Wen Mianmian looked at the emperor with a smile, "Father, you have a rare opportunity to leave the palace. Should you change the way to show off so that the people who come to raise funds have a chance to see the beauty of heaven, and let them know that the king they trust is very concerned about them.

.”

"If the people in the city knew that their emperor was coming, they would definitely be more enthusiastic about fundraising."

"This side of my father is more effective than newspapers that have been published in newspapers for three consecutive days."

The emperor rolled his eyes silently. Lao Liu's wife was too brave and even he dared to take advantage of it.

Forget it, since he can make the people more enthusiastic, he doesn't mind.

"I'll come again in half an hour."

In this way, the emperor took a group of people away with his hands. The ministers shook their heads silently. General Wen's daughter and her son were brave and had thick-skinned at first glance.

Wen Mianmian smiled with her eyebrows and eyes. What her father said was indeed good. Their emperor looked inhumane, but in fact he liked to be flattered and cared about his reputation.

Looking around, the scene of the more manpowered people is really different. The people who were already commanding the Qingge and Manwu have freed up a clearing space, and the women in Yanzi Lane have already taken them to tidy up their clothes.

"It's time for someone to weave a few big baskets, it's not decent in such a mess."

"Lingguo, go and talk to Aunt Zhu, ask her family to send some stools to the newspaper office, and ask his men to make a few big baskets."

The spirit fruit has gone again. Wen Mianmian thought that he would have to bring the spirit grass out tomorrow, so don’t get tired of the spirit fruit.

Aunt Zhu came over to thank him for a while, and said she wanted to donate the stool to the newspaper office, but Wen Mianmian stopped him, "That's what the newspaper office wants to use. If you can donate, just send it to you. Everyone is squatting to work like this.

The waist can't stand it."

Aunt Zhu thanked him again and again, so she hurried back and asked someone to send a stool.

Half an hour had not arrived, and there was a sudden noise on the street where the newspaper was located. The adults in casual clothes came in a state of mind in their official uniforms. The shaking sedan chair was very eye-catching in the middle.
Chapter completed!