Chapter 662 The Lower Grassroots (Part 1)
Lao Li didn't know Li Muyun, and just thought he was sent to the court to understand the situation. He immediately said loudly: "Satisfied, so satisfied! Prince Xiaoyao felt sorry for us poor people. He gave us three dry meals a day, one meal of meat for two days, and paid us wages. If anyone said he was not satisfied, it would be really heartless! You guys, right?"
The last sentence Lao Li shouted to the companions who were working around him. After the sound fell, a response immediately sounded around him: "Yes, we have never lived such a life even though we have been in a good harvest at home."
Li Muyun nodded, saying that there are many dog-slaughtering people who are righteous. It seems that what they say is true. The people will recite his good things every day after eating for a month. But look at the living ancestor in the palace, how many benefits have been shared from him over the years, but in the end, he still ended up with a warning to break his legs.
Seeing that Li Muyun didn't say anything, Li Zheng thought he didn't believe it, so he rushed forward and explained: "This adult, the old man was originally Li Zheng from the village. He lived all his life and had never told half a lie. You must believe it."
"Well, I believe it!" Li Muyun came back to his senses and comforted the old man and said, "I'm here just to go around to see if everyone still needs and whether there are any dissatisfactions."
"A place that is not satisfied? Who dares! Although my old man is old, he can't rub the sand in his eyes. We were suffering from disaster and did not hand over a piece of food to the court. But today we have not been starved to death. This is a great blessing, let alone the Prince Xiaoyao also gave us dry food, meat, and arranging places to live. If anyone dares to be dissatisfied, I am afraid that God will not let him go."
The old man Lizheng seemed a little excited, just as he said just now, this old guy seemed to be a person who didn't rub the sand in his eyes.
But by chance, just as the old man swears excitedly, the little doll who was playing with him ran over at some point, raised his head and said naively: "Grandpa is lying. A few days ago, you were obviously not satisfied and muttered that Prince Xiaoyao was a prodigal son. If you were not cold, you would send firewood to every household!"
"Hahaha..." Li Muyun looked at the innocent little guy and laughed.
The old man in the limb was full of embarrassment. He was reluctant to kick the boy. He was angry and had no place to speak. Fortunately, after Li Muyun smiled, he said to the boy: "Old man, Tong Yanwuji, don't take it to heart. I won't say this to that guy Xiaoyao."
The old man Lizheng sighed, as if he had accepted his fate: "Hey..., the family is unfortunate, why did such a stupid boy come out? But if you are really familiar with Prince Xiaoyao, can you tell him that you really don't need to send this firewood again? This naive thing is really not cold. Besides, even if it is cold in the future, it will be enough to go to the mountain to pick up some branches every day. There is really no need to spend money to buy those things."
Chapter completed!