One Emperor through the Ages: Starting from Infinite Copying

Ao Bai's expression stiffened, and the whole person became more and more skeptical of life.

Hell, is this the Daming Empire?

Chongzhen, where did he get so much food and money, dare to be so kind to refugees?

Ten miles of sheds, refugees rushed to tell each other.

The 200,000 refugees were shocked when they heard the news.

A shocked expression was printed on his face, and he instantly broke down and cried.

"The emperor has not forgotten us!"

"The emperor, he did not abandon us!"

In an instant, a dense cry was heard from the ten-mile shed.

There was a cry, and several Eight Flags warriors around Ao Bai also howled.

"Moving, so fucking touched."

"This Daming Emperor is so good! Why should we fight Daming? "

Ao Bai is messy.

Nima! Aren't we here to spy on intelligence?

What are you moving to tears here?

"Stop it for Lao Tzu! What are we here for? "

Several Eight Flags warriors wiped their tears, and doubts suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Baturu, the Daming Emperor loves the people and loves his son, this is simply the example of our Great Qing Emperor, why should we oppose them?"

Ao Bai scratched his head, a little unable to believe the scene in front of him.

"No, no, no, we can't be deceived by the surface."

"Let's take a good look, maybe it's just tricking refugees into joining the army!"

"Other refugees, it is estimated that there is no follow-up."

Three thousand Jinyiwei were responsible for registering refugees, and those who did not join the Daming National Defense Army were arranged to transport food and grass to the inner pocket.

Chongzhen opened the system and copied 100,000 bags of fine rice and 100,000 bags of fine white noodles.

For better transportation, Chongzhen copied a thousand carriages drawn by two horses.

The horses wanted to eat horse fodder, and Chongzhen copied another 100,000 stone horse fodder, enough for a thousand carriage horses to eat for several years.

In order to facilitate transportation, Chongzhen's copy of rice and white noodles, horse-drawn carriages and horse material were all stored in Wang Chengen's private house less than two miles from the suburbs.

When Wang Chengen took the refugees and Jinyiwei to his mansion to transport grain and grass, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"My obedience, His Majesty asked me to come here to transport grain, there really is so much grain and grass!"

God.

What is the situation?

So much fine rice, and such good white noodles?

Wang Chengen was speechless with excitement.

Chongzhen copied these things according to the fine rice and fine white noodles inside the palace.

Such fine rice and white noodles, exclusively for royal ones.

Now that it is copied, it is strange that Wang Chengen is not shocked.

Chongzhen copied 10,000 jin with fine salt used by the royal family.

10,000 catties of fine fine salt also lay in Wang Chengen's courtyard.

"And fine salt! What good have these refugees done to have such treatment? "

Wang Chengen sighed while directing the refugees to carry rice, white noodles, and fine salt onto the carriage.

The carriages were one after another, making Wang Chengen dizzy again.

"Hell, hell, where did Your Majesty get so many carriages?"

The refugees transporting food and grass pulled the carriage, attracting many people from Jingshi and ministers to observe.

"Strange, strange!" , Li Banghua pulled Fan Jingwen.

Shoufu also pulled Li Banghua.

"Lao Li, you and Your Majesty have recently become close, what is the situation?"

"Where did Your Majesty get so much grain?"

Li Banghua shook his head: "How do I know?" And lo and behold, carriages, so many carriages! "

My dear mother, at least a thousand carriages.

Wen Tiren's heart was slightly shocked.

Ao Bai, who was waiting outside the city to watch a good show, saw a carriage after a carriage carrying grain out, and his eyes were about to fall to the ground.

To hell with it!

What the hell of a fucking life.

Where did this Chongzhen old man get so much grain and grass?

My dear mother!

So many carriages, at least thousands, right?

I'm afraid I can't put together a thousand carriages!"

Ao Bai muttered in his heart, and the whole person was once again shocked by Chongzhen's big hand.

"Shocking, so shocking! Baturu, this Daming is worthy of the heavenly kingdom, this big hand, our Daqing is far inferior! "

Ao Bai did not refute either, it was indeed too shocking.

Jinyiwei distributed the food and grass transported by the refugees according to one bag of rice or one bag of flour for each refugee, and distributed a small bag of fine salt.

Ao Bai stopped a refugee.

"Old man, can I see the rice and flour you received?"

An old man carrying a bag of rice stopped and tore the bag open a small hole.

"Fine rice, and gave us a small bag of fine salt."

"Look at him, he received a bag of white noodles and a small bag of fine salt."

A bag of rice is a hundred catties, and a bag of flour is also a hundred catties.

Shock!

It's shocking.

It's only been a few days since I came to Jingshi here, and my heart is going to be shattered.

Compared with Daming, Daqing is really shabby.

There is already a big gap in Ao Bai's heart.

Such rice and white noodles, as well as fine salt, could not even be eaten by the emperor of the Great Qing Dynasty.

In order to raise more military funds, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji, even had brown rice for two meals a day, just like everyone.

Salt is also a coarse salt with a lot of impurities.

As for himself, as the Baturu of the Great Qing, he could not eat fine salt.

That's a failure.

Such good rice, such good white noodles, such fine salt for refugees?

A few Eight Flags warriors behind him were a little confused.

The food that I dreamed of was actually at your fingertips here in the Daming Empire.

This is still a refugee, I don't know what the life of other people is like?

"Baturu, this is shocking!"

Ao Bai's eyes are dripping, and he must calm the emotions of his subordinates.

In this way, attracted by such a good life in the Daming Empire, returning to the bitter cold place of the Great Qing, I am afraid that if it is a propaganda, the eight banner disciples of the Great Qing have to unload their armor and return to the field to come to Daming to seek a living.

"Guys, instead of envy, it is better to set great ambitions and become their master in the future!"

A few Eight Flags warriors calmed down a little.

Chongzhen continued to replicate the food needed by the refugees, such as pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, fish, geese, etc.

In the small market next to the city gate, Chongzhen directly copied the pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, fish, geese, etc. he saw selling.

Pigs copied 10,000, sheep copied 10,000, chickens, ducks, fish and geese all copied 10,000.

When the refugees finished transporting the grain, they drove the horse-drawn carriages and transported the pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, fish, and geese copied by Chongzhen out of the city.

When looking at the dense crowd of pigs and sheep, chickens, ducks, fish and geese.

Once again, the refugees were deeply shocked.

Chongzhen stood on Luan's drive and looked very calm.

The surrounding ministers were not calm.

"My God, what's going on?"

"Shoufu, is this His Majesty's big hand?" , Fan Jingwen asked curiously.

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