The next day, Zhao Ce went back to the school to find Mr. Ye to find out about the former Yan Shenggong.

When Mr. Ye heard Zhao Ce's question, his face was strange.

He pulled Zhao Ce to a place where no one was there, looked left and right and confirmed that there was no one, and then he quietly told him about this person.

"The 61st generation of the Confucius Sect Yan Shenggong was demoted to the people by Emperor Xianzong."

"The original charge was four murders and more than 40 raped women."

"However, as a saint, it was not easy for the late emperor to punish him too much, so he could only cut him off his title and dismiss him as a civilian."

"So long has passed, and few people have brought up this matter."

Moreover, as a scholar, after he was lying about a saint, if he was heard by the Imperial College, he would be punished.

After Mr. Ye finished speaking, he asked Zhao Ce: "Why do you want to inquire about this person?"

Zhao Ce could not have imagined that Confucius had committed such a serious crime.

When I first saw him, I felt that this person was not a good person.

At that time, I thought he was just a struggle within the family and a murderer with his fellow tribesmen.

Unexpectedly, it was a cruel innocent people...

Zhao Ce replied: "I bought a coal mountain from Confucius."

"Coal Mountain?"

When Mr. Ye heard this, he was puzzled.

"The Kong family has been giving up their gratitude, but they actually want to sell their mountains?"

"And what did you buy this Coal Mountain? Isn't it a waste of money?"

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "I am going to build a new charcoal kiln over there and continue to burn silver bone charcoal."

Although a lot of this winter has passed, it will also be used next winter.

In summer, you will be more cooked, so you won’t be afraid of being out of stock in winter.

Young Master Ye nodded and said, "So that's it."

"I said I would like to help your family pay attention to the barren mountains, but I didn't expect you to have it done it yourself."

"But this coal mountain may not be suitable. I have a bricklayer I know. I will ask him to follow you to take a look?"

Zhao Ce nodded: "Of course this is the best."

Mr. Ye asked Zhaifu from the Imperial College to help him hand over a message to the book boy who was waiting outside, and then returned to the classroom with Zhao Ce.

"By the way, you know what the Kong family is doing, so don't talk about it."

After thinking about it, Mr. Ye still gave me more advice.

Just now, I told Zhao Ce about this matter in the school. If someone heard about it, he and Zhao Ce would be punished.

Zhao Ce said: "Don't worry, I will trade with him twice, and there will be no more involvement."

Only then did Mr. Ye feel relieved.

......

After school, Zhao Ce took the bricklayer he found by the Ye family to the coal mountain.

It's better to be in the capital. Once you leave the city, the tragic situation outside will be a bit terrible.

There were many more disaster victims along the way than Zhao Ce had seen before.

There were refugees everywhere, either frozen to death on both sides of the road, or trembling numbly, and their eyes were as if they were dead as if they were dead.

The court sent hot porridge a day, although it saved many people.

But with the snow disasters everywhere, the number of people who died is increasing.

Zhao Ce sat in the carriage, looked at it a few times, sighed, and lowered the curtain to isolate his vision.

As a young man who grew up under the Red Flag, although he has never seen natural disasters and man-made disasters.

But when facing these things, Zhao Ce still felt a little unbearable.

"It's better to build the charcoal kiln quickly. Construction will start on the other side of Coal Mountain. How much can I help..."

Zhao Ce sighed lightly.

When he arrived at the other side of Coal Mountain, Zhao Ce was finally a little happy when he saw the mountain that covered a wide area.

This mountain is connected to the foot of the mountain, and now it belongs to Zhao Ce.

However, the vegetation at the foot of the mountain is also sparse, and there are no people around.

There was not much coal at the foot of the mountain. Zhao Ce asked the bricklayer to inspect the terrain of the charcoal kiln nearby, and Zhao Ce rode up the mountain by himself.

When he arrived at a place where there was basically no vegetation and only a crooked tree, Zhao Ce directly took the shovel and dug it out.

The black coal was dug up soon.

"It's easy to dig coal in such a shallow way."

Zhao Ce found a slightly higher terrain and looked around.

Apart from this mountain, the nearby mountain is basically covered with thick snow, and there is no tree to see.

I don’t know if it was all cut off or if it didn’t grow much.

After almost seeing it, Zhao Ce returned to the foot of the mountain.

The mason who came over there and took his apprentice to find a place where he could build a kiln.

There is also a river with frozen surfaces in this place, which happens to be downstream.

Until tomorrow, he will arrange someone to come and prepare for work.

After looking at the nearby location, Zhao Ce went to the original rented venue again.

I haven't seen it during this period, only Chen Wu and his men are supervising the work here.

When Zhao Ce arrived, he found that there were only a few people at the scene where the silver bone charcoal was made.

These people are still their own people.

Zhao Ce frowned slightly and looked at Chen Wu in front of him.

Chen Wu's face and body were all black, and only his eyes and teeth could be exposed can be seen with other colors.

Didn’t Chen Wu arrange to supervise the worker himself? Why did this happen?

Facing Zhao Ce's puzzled gaze, Chen Wu said with some shame: "Master, all the villagers who have worked in the past two days say that their families should prepare for the New Year."

"Even if I have brought them some wages, no one is willing to work."

Preparing for the New Year?

Zhao Ce sneered in his heart.

Those who can come here to work are those who are diligent and want to make more money in the winter.

Zhao Ce has traveled through time and has never seen a hardworking person who doesn’t want to make money.

There are more than 20 days left before the New Year. How are the farmers preparing so much?

Zhao Ce said expressionlessly: "Where is the village in this village?"

Chen Wu quickly asked someone to invite the village chief over.

Village Chief Song rushed over reluctantly and bowed to Zhao Ce.

"Brother Zhao..."

After the ceremony, he waited for Zhao Ce to get angry with some anxiety.

Zhao Ce just looked at him and asked, "Song Cunzheng, I had previously promised to hire someone to work in your village."

"Now that the people in your village are no longer working, so I'll ask people from other villages to come and work?"

Village Chief Song was originally thinking about saying something nervously, but after hearing Zhao Ce's words, he subconsciously said: "No!"

"This is our village place, how can we let others work?"

Zhao Ce looked at him and thought to himself that it was indeed true.

It seems that the news of him burning silver bone charcoal here has been spread.

The silver bone charcoal sold so well is not an exaggeration to say that it is a daily profit of gold.

With so many noble people in the capital, there are inevitably people who are jealous.

It’s just that due to Zhao Ce’s identity, this person is not easy to do too out of line.

The people in this village are willing to make money and are unwilling to help with work. They probably have been advised by others.

Zhao Ce said lightly: "Or otherwise, my charcoal kiln will be shut down directly?"

Song Cun was quickly laughing and said, "Haha, Uncle Zhao calmed down."
Chapter completed!