Princess Fubao brought trillions of goods to help her father rule the world

She held the bottle tightly and asked her father to organize a caravan after returning to Beijing to sell cans and bottles to other countries...

Hehehe... If one can is sold for three hundred taels of silver, then thousands of cans can be sold for a lot of silver...

If you meet nobles or wealthy businessmen from other countries, you can even raise the price and sell a glass bottle for 1,000 taels of silver...

Oh my, money is falling from the sky. She is really a little genius in business. The emperor's treasury is saved now.

The Duke of Zhenguo only saw the little girl laughing happily, and he didn't know what was in her mind.

He immediately cleared his throat and said, "Pack up, we are ready to set off!"

Xiao Baozhu came to her senses and grabbed her grandfather's sleeve. She pointed at the jar of Lao Gan Ma and said in a milky voice: "The jar is empty. The jar is empty. The jar is empty."

The Duke of Zhenguo was not shocked this time. This glass was very expensive, so it was normal for him to want to take it back.

"Keep the glass jars in your hands safe and sound. Don't let them get scratched! Return them to the little princess after you finish eating!"

Everyone thought it was normal. The little princess was willing to give them such delicious food, and they were already extremely grateful in their hearts. They would definitely not be greedy and keep the glass jar for themselves!

Everyone quickly packed up and headed towards Liangzhou City again.

Xiao Baozhu felt extremely warm nestling in the arms of the Duke of Zhenguo, because the cloak he wore wrapped her tightly, and not a trace of cold wind could reach her.

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When they woke up again, they had already arrived in Liuzhou.

Xiao Baozhu rubbed her sleepy eyes and poked her little head out from her cloak. The scene before her made her feel as if she had returned to the end of the world in her previous life.

On both sides of the winding path, there were people wearing patched cotton clothes and looking pale and thin.

They looked at the Duke of Zhenguo and others with dull eyes, then lowered their heads to dig up the few remaining dry grass roots.

A gust of cold wind blew, making the man shiver uncontrollably. They rubbed their dry and rough hands and lowered their heads to dig again.

Xiao Baozhu's eyes widened. Zhao Dahu had sent a lot of sweet potatoes a few days ago, but it seemed far from enough...

The little girl frowned. It seemed that the drought was much more serious than she had imagined...

"Mom... I'm so thirsty... Please give me a drink of water, or I'll die..."

A little girl about seven or eight years old with sparse hair and wearing thin clothes was begging a young woman.

The young woman's lips were chapped and her eyes were filled with pity, but there was only one small pot of water for her family of seven or eight people...

No one can drink a small amount every day. Her daughter has already had a sip today. If she drinks more, the pot of water will soon be empty...

The young woman turned her head away from her daughter's distressed expression. She stretched out her bony hand and wiped her face, saying cruelly: "No! Our family depends on this pot of water... If I give it to you, it won't be enough for others... Chunni'er, bear with it a little longer..."

Upon hearing this, the little girl named Chunnier quietly walked to a small mound nearby and sat down, looking up at the sky silently.

The little girl couldn't understand why God hated them so much and didn't want to rain even a drop of rain...

Then she smiled self-deprecatingly, leaned over and hugged the little body, trying to warm herself up a little. She silently told herself in her heart, just hang in there...

If she can wait until tomorrow, she can drink a sip of water. If she can't wait until tomorrow, then one less person in the family will drink water, and the others can live one more day...

Xiao Baozhu looked at everything in front of her and felt extremely sad.

She looked at her grandfather and opened her mouth to say something, but the Duke of Zhenguo just shook his head with a serious face.

He knew that his granddaughter was innocent and kind, and although she was a little naughty, it was harmless...

There are now endless refugees on this road. How much food can the granddaughter produce to distribute to them?

Furthermore, he has always felt that people’s hearts are hidden. If these refugees saw that his granddaughter could turn food out of thin air, would they rush up and snatch her away?

Although he had 500 elite soldiers behind him, they were overwhelmed by the large number of refugees!

Even though he knew that his granddaughter could control thunder and had some ability to protect herself, the Duke of Zhenguo was ultimately unwilling to let his granddaughter commit more sins of killing.

Xiao Baozhu felt extremely sad. Since the food could not be given openly, she would give it secretly.

The most urgent task is to have some rain to give them hope of survival.

The Duke of Zhenguo turned his head away from the refugees on both sides of the road. He hardened his heart and pulled the reins to let the horse run wildly.

Wherever the horses passed, clouds of dust were raised, but the refugees on both sides of the road didn't care at all. They still lowered their heads and worked hard to dig up the dry grass roots.

The horse galloped for a quarter of an hour before gradually slowing down. Xiao Baozhu tugged at her grandfather's sleeve, pointed her little finger in the air and took out the oversized raincoat.

A cold wind blew over, and the raincoat covered the Duke of Zhenguo's face tightly.

"Oh~" Duke Zhenguo pulled off the raincoat on his head and looked down at the baby in his arms.

"Zhuzhu, do you want it to rain?" asked the Duke of Zhenguo.

Xiao Baozhu nodded while clasping her fingers. She couldn't bear to see those people dying of thirst...they were all the people of the emperor's father...

She knew that she alone could not save the people of the whole country, nor could she guarantee that no one would starve to death from the sweet potato plantings from now on...

But... she still wanted to give it a try... Call her a saint or a bad person, these people had no ill will towards her. They were so hungry that their eyes were bulging, but they didn't come forward to steal her grandfather's horse to kill and eat...

Since she is a member of Beixiao and her father, mother, empress and grandfather treat her so well, she must do her part!

Upon seeing this, the Duke of Zhenguo silently put on his raincoat. Xiao Baozhu then took out another 500 raincoats for others to wear as well.

After everyone was ready, the Duke of Zhenguo carried his granddaughter to a secluded place, and the five hundred elite soldiers tactfully turned their backs.

Xiao Baozhu had a serious look on his face and threw a few thunder balls into the air. After a while, a drizzle began to fall.

The drizzle lasted for about a quarter of an hour and then gradually became heavier.

Chun Nier had already prepared herself to die. She had even thought about where she wanted to be buried after her death, but she never expected a drop of rain to fall on her hand.

At first Chunnier thought it was just the poop of a passing bird, but the raindrops became more and more.

She looked up in annoyance. These birds were so annoying. Didn't they know she was dying of thirst? Why did they flock to her to poop on her head?

Should I ask her to open her mouth and continue?

But then the anger on Chunni's face gradually turned into joy. She jumped up from the small mound and exclaimed: "It's raining, it's raining, God has opened his eyes! Dad and Mom, we are saved..."