Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Midnight.

A muffled roar came from the side room.

Yan Meng woke up from his dream, drenched in sweat.

The blanket had long been kicked to the corner, and the cool night breeze blew in slowly from the window, but it couldn't dispel the restless, fiery passion surging in his veins.

I had a wet dream.

The woman in my dream is...

Those startled peach blossom eyes lashed out with a hooking quality, drawing people to follow her forward, forward.

They walked through the mountains and into the woods, until they reached a cave. She turned back and smiled shyly, her face as red as a mountain fruit reflecting in his eyes.

Yan Meng once had a woman, when he was young and impetuous, and dared to break the sky.

She is a Miao woman.

She is pretty and cute, and innocent and romantic.

He really liked her and originally wanted to marry her to give his parents an explanation.

But later, he discovered that the Miao girl had begged the Grass Witch for a love potion, hoping to cast it on him and make him a parasite who could only live by depending on her.

He played along and let another man into her room that night.

The two of them then died together.

The Miao woman was constantly clung to by a man she didn't love. She was in excruciating pain inside, yet her body couldn't bear to be apart from him.

Yan Meng showed no sadness whatsoever, left the two a large sum of money, waved goodbye, and left.

He always knew he wasn't a good person, and if anyone tried to harm him, he would eliminate them completely.

That was considered merciful to that woman.

Later, he lost interest in women, becoming cold-hearted and indifferent, and even his body didn't feel like it.

But now, the sleeping lion inside me seems to have awakened, restless, roaring, unwilling to be trapped.

Damn it, I'm starting to suspect that the mistress has some more powerful mind-controlling Gu that's connected him to...

He's no longer a naive young man like the Lord, so why is he unable to control himself?

Using the moonlight outside, he went out shirtless.

We arrived at the bathhouse.

The bathroom was paved with pebbles and contained a water tank. People would use a ladle to rinse themselves while bathing, and there was a drainage channel underneath.

The space is quite small; only two or three people can stand together.

When Yan Meng reached the door, he suddenly became alert.

There were breathing sounds coming from inside.

Who could sneak into the house without being noticed by him, Da Gang, and Xiao Hong?

"I'm here," the person inside said.

It was actually the Lord!

Didn't I see a wheelchair?

Isn't it a fake?

"My lord, why are you taking a bath in the middle of the night?" he prompted the person inside to speak again.

"You come to wash in the middle of the night too!" the person inside said irritably.

It's the Lord, with that foul temper.

But the steps to that room are quite high, how did he manage to roll his wheelchair up there?

It's not good if the wheelchair gets wet. He's just too proud. What's wrong with asking the mistress for help?

She had to sneak out to wash at this time.

"My lord, shall I go in and help you?"

"Need not!"

"It's not good for the wheelchair to get wet."

"Shut up!"

Yan Meng shut his mouth.

But strangely, no sound of water came from inside for a long time.

Just as he was about to sneak a peek through the crack, Huo Chang'an spoke again.

"Brother Meng." He still prefers to call him that when no one is around.

"I feel like something's wrong with my body."

Yan Meng straightened up, his expression turning serious: "Something's not right?"

He should find a famous doctor to examine the Lord. I've heard that necrosis of the waist and legs can also accumulate toxins and spread to the lungs and internal organs.

Yan Meng broke out in a cold sweat; the heat he had felt earlier had completely subsided.

"Yeah, it feels like something's missing."

What's lacking?

I can't feel my legs, it just feels like I'm missing a leg!

"My lord, don't overthink it."

"I'm not thinking anything. I just feel that I shouldn't be so mediocre." Huo Chang'an's voice wasn't one of self-doubt, but rather one of genuine doubt.

“When I was a child, I felt that I was lacking something. My body was not good enough to practice kung fu. I was really unwilling to accept it, but I practiced desperately and desperately, but I still couldn’t condense the true qi that my second brother talked about.”

"After being exiled, although my body was crippled, I felt as if what was missing had been made up for. When practicing martial arts, I could achieve whatever effect I wanted."

Yan Meng was completely confused.

"But recently I feel like I'm stuck, like I'm just within reach of the top of a cliff, but something is holding me back, and I can't reach it no matter what I do."

Yan Meng thought about it and couldn't understand Huo Chang'an's feelings.

He practiced his skills step by step, climbing the steps one by one, always wanting to reach higher but being held back by something...

This must be due to overexertion of the body!

“My lord, you are too impatient! Haste makes waste. You started late to begin with, and it is already quite remarkable that you have reached this level.”

Moreover, he has physical disabilities.

They've really made such rapid progress!

Huo Chang'an sighed. Yan Meng didn't seem to have this experience, so he couldn't give him an answer.

He's not actually in a hurry anymore; he just feels like he should be standing on the mountaintop, but something is holding him back, preventing him from climbing.

Could it be that my arrogance has led to these delusions?

"My lord, it's getting cold, don't bathe for too long." Yan Meng was extremely worried.

The Lord's health is not to be taken lightly; even a slight cold could lead to a serious illness.

No, we must send people to search for renowned doctors in various places tomorrow. We can't give up just because the Lord is so capricious. Maybe we can find a glimmer of hope?

The narrow door of the bathroom creaked slightly.

Yan Meng quickly went to help, but his hand wrapped around a strong, thin waist.

"Disgusting!" The voice was filled with utter disgust.

His hand was then knocked away, and the tall, muscular figure stepped out of the room.

The moon's shimmering light shone on his perfectly sturdy body and his powerful, swift legs.

Holy crap!

Oh my god!

May the Lord walk!

He was faking it all along!

My legs are great, and my back is great!

Yan Meng almost burst out laughing.

However, he just grinned silently like a fool, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

What? You made him heartbroken for so long.

When the news from the capital reached the village, she burst into tears. After seeing him in Liangzhou, she secretly ran outside the city and cried again.

He warned and urged his subordinates repeatedly, fearing they might disobey their master.

But it turns out...

Alright!

Everything's ready!

God, there's still some conscience in you.

……

Bai Yi and Su Huiye quickly gathered dozens of people and started digging coal at the location indicated by Sang Ning.

Fortunately, the coal was shallow coal; we saw black rocks after digging down to three meters.

Based on the grade classification, a truckload of the best quality was selected and transported to Liuxia Village.

Raw coal must first be ground into coal powder.

Many families in the village have a millstone for grinding grain, and they use that millstone.

Besides the family of exiled prisoners who had just arrived, Sang Ning also selected some villagers he knew, such as Zhu Fansheng.

The stove is ready, and so is the mold.

Sang Ning assigned people to each step of the coal-grinding, coal-screening, and coal-processing process.

Right outside the Huo family's gate, the first batch of honeycomb briquettes dried in the sun.

We'll test the results today.

Bai Yi, Rong Kun, Su Huiye, and all the villagers gathered around to watch.

Sang Ning used iron tongs to put the coal into the iron furnace and the mud furnace respectively, lit them, and ignited them.

The red color of the coal ball quickly spread upwards from a small spot at the bottom.

"It really works! It's very easy to light." Bai Yi reached out to warm his hands by the fire.

"Moreover, the bottom door can also adjust the burning speed."

"Even people who can't afford charcoal can afford these honeycomb briquettes!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

He could already imagine how frantically people would buy it!

"Produce, mass-produce! Xu Wude, go to Jincheng, Lantian, Fucheng... to exchange for grain! Exchange for grain!"

……

All the villagers in Liuxia Village were excited and eager to do the job.

The government provides a monthly stipend for this job.

Sang Ning was surrounded by a crowd.

A calm and clear voice came from inside: "Liuxia Village has about ninety households. I will select one or two healthy people from each household based on the population situation... elderly people living alone, and those who are unable to work. The whole village should support them, and the cost will be deducted from your monthly grain allowance..."

Those who have no objections, please line up to register with Mr. Yue.

Soon, the villagers formed a long queue.

"Zhao Mei, our mistress is no ordinary woman!"

Qin Wangyuan, who was impersonating the exiled family from Zhongzhou and acting as their father, was astonished.

Yan Meng sneered: "I warned you before, don't underestimate the Lord and Mistress's young age. Don't blame your nephew for not reminding you, the Mistress still has... What the hell did you just call me?"