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The soldier did not struggle, but replied in a deep voice, "It was bestowed by that Immortal Lin above the heavens."

Du Mingyi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky, then looked down at the book in his hand, and suddenly burst into laughter.

So that's how it is!

He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, sliding down his deep nasolabial folds.

"Okay! Okay, okay!"

He turned and walked into the inner hall, his steps hurried and heavy, not at all like an old man nearing seventy.

His children, hearing the commotion, rushed forward to dissuade him, but he stopped them with a wave of his sleeve and shouted in a strong voice, "Prepare the carriage! I'm going back to the capital!"

Furthermore, because he saw Lin Ye possessing a more profound method of iron smelting in the sky, he abandoned Shu Jingwei's generous salary and went alone to the Northern Territory to pursue advanced technology.

With these two people leading the Ministry of Works, which can now be considered the most important ministry, it is now able to hold on.

Based on his memory, Wang Meng then instructed his subordinates to find those veteran officials who were truly dedicated to serving the people.

These people initially all had indifferent expressions.

But after reading those books, not one of them was not excited.

Who among those who truly want to serve the people didn't have aspirations when they were young?

After more than a decade of diligent study, once they enter the government, who wouldn't want to reform and innovate, and bring benefits to all people?

The late emperor only maintained the status quo in his early years, achieving nothing but also nothing significant. In his later years, he became senile, and the state of affairs deteriorated day by day.

When Shu Jingwei first took office, Ye Fan offered advice and strategies, and things seemed to be going well. Her orders were implemented smoothly, and rewards and punishments were clearly defined.

They had no idea that Ye Fan was behind Shu Jingwei.

If I had known, I would have done everything in my power to stop Shu Jingwei when Ye Fan was dismissed from his post!

Unfortunately... hindsight is always 20/20.

At that time, they only thought that Shu Jingwei had such great talent and strategy, and they thought they had finally found a wise ruler. Just as their hopes were being rekindled, they prepared to make a big splash.

As soon as Ye Fan left, Shu Jingwei's true colors were revealed!

He was even more tyrannical and cruel than the late emperor, and he treated human life like dirt...

Loyal ministers and generals were killed or demoted one after another, while sycophants and good-for-nothings rose to power.

In the imperial court, everyone was in a state of fear, and going to court every day felt like walking through the gates of hell.

Later on, no one dared to speak the truth or do anything practical.

It's fair to say that their initial enthusiasm has completely cooled.

That fighting spirit had long been worn away by repeated disappointments and fears...

But now!

An opportunity has presented itself—

At the beginning of the new dynasty, a divine book descended from the heavens to assist the emperor. The book contained all kinds of amazing skills and techniques that had never been heard of before.

Unbelievable! They were so close to death, yet they still had one last chance!

Overwhelmed with excitement, the veteran officials packed their bags and returned to the capital overnight with the messenger.

As for those good-for-nothings in the capital who try to hog their positions by throwing tantrums and refusing to leave, Wang Meng will not tolerate them.

He smashed a stone table with a steel bar during the morning court session, and without saying a word, those people fled in a panic.

And those powerful families—Lord Lin had previously told him that they had also contributed to Lord Ye's dismissal from office.

Relying on his overwhelming military strength, Wang Meng uprooted the four powerful families of Wang, Chen, Li, and Zhou, imprisoning those who deserved it, demoting those who deserved it, and killing those who deserved it.

On the day of the raid, boxes upon boxes of gold and silver jewelry were carried out of the mansions of these aristocratic families. The carrying poles used to carry the boxes were bent under the weight, which showed how much these families had embezzled.

Thus, the four major families that had dominated the market for many years completely fell apart.

With the return of veteran officials and the arrival of talented and ambitious individuals over the years, the new court was quickly established.

A series of new policies benefiting the people were issued one after another.

Da Yan was in a time when everything was in ruins and needed to be rebuilt.

And Lin Ye's canopy descended once again at this moment.

It's already late spring in Da Yan, and the weather has warmed up considerably.

Most of the former residents of the capital city also rushed back, gradually pushing open the dusty doors of their homes.

When neighbors meet, they glance at each other's thinner faces, exchange a few playful insults, and then roll up their sleeves to clean the house together.

As the people who returned in the past two months finished their spring plowing, Zhuque Street became noticeably more lively.

Old Sun, the sugar figurine seller, set up his stall again, and the syrup in the pot bubbled and gurgled.

The steamed bun shop on the street corner has reopened. The proprietress shouts her wares at the top of her lungs, and as she lifts the lid of the steamer, white steam billows out, and the aroma wafts across half the street.

The children chased each other down the street, their laughter high-pitched and thin, like sparrows just leaving their nests in spring.

That afternoon, the azure sky was suddenly illuminated by a white light.

After the ripples subsided, Lin Ye's face, which was already quite familiar to the people of Da Yan, steadily appeared.

Upon seeing the sky again, the people couldn't help but feel as if they had been transported to another world.

The sky hadn't appeared for a long time, and with all the fighting going on, they thought they'd never see it again.

This time, finally no one stopped them from watching or discussing.

After all, Wang Meng, who is now considered emperor by the people even though he has not yet declared himself emperor, is known to be the master of the Immortal Lin on the Fengtian Curtain.

On the streets and alleys, people stopped their trivial tasks and began to look up at the sky.

Meanwhile, in Ancheng, near the capital, two beggars, one big and one small, were hurrying along in a dark alley.

The alley was so narrow that only one person could pass sideways, and the walls on both sides were so high that they completely blocked out the sunlight.

The corner of the wall was covered with dark green moss, which was slippery and gave off a damp, musty smell.

Sewage, flowing from who-knows-where, was on the ground, with rotten vegetable leaves and unidentified filth floating on it. Stepping on it would splash up to your calves with dirty water.

The beggar's left arm hung limply at his side, as if it had been ripped off his shoulder, with only a layer of skin and flesh connecting it.

The leg on the same side dragged on the ground, leaving a crooked mud trail on the wet stone slab with each step.

She struggled to walk outside, supporting herself against the wall. The hand she was using to support herself was so thin that it was just skin and bones, with black dirt stuck in her fingernails, and the back of her hand was covered with scabs from cracked chilblains.

The little beggar, who looked to be about three or four years old, kicked the big beggar's intact leg in disgust.

"Hurry up!" The little beggar's voice was shrill and thin, carrying a fierceness that was completely out of character for his age.

"I've already scouted the spot. There's a sucker who often gives money to beggars at this time; if you're late, you'll miss it!"

As he spoke, he turned back and glared at the beggar, his deep-set eyes filled with disgust.

If it weren't for the fact that I could get an extra serving if I dragged her along, I would have ignored her long ago. What a useless piece of trash, she even dawdles when she walks.

The big beggar was kicked to the ground by her.

Her broken leg slammed against a protruding stone slab, causing her body to spasm in pain, and she let out a muffled groan like a wild beast.

Her face slammed into a puddle of sewage, and the foul-smelling liquid filled her nostrils, causing her to cough violently.

She used her good hand to support herself on the ground and gritted her teeth as she got up.

Hearing the little beggar's increasingly impatient urging, the big beggar clenched his fist tightly, his fingernails scratching five white marks on the wall.

But she was tired and hungry.

In addition, because his arms and legs did not receive proper treatment, they still ache slightly even after two months.

She is so weak that even a three- or four-year-old child could easily kick her down.

As the two walked, the alley suddenly lit up—

It was a soft, all-encompassing white light.

The entire dark alley was illuminated in every detail, and even the texture of the moss on the wall was clearly visible.

They instinctively looked up.

Two filthy faces were illuminated by the light, vaguely revealing familiar outlines—

It was Shu Jingwei and her daughter Shu Rou!