Ying Wuqiu suffered a heart attack at the bidding meeting and became a refugee under the city wall in the ninth year of Hongwu.
He gnawed on the moldy buns, looked at the moat where sewage flowed across, and silently tore off the corners of his clothes to filter the water.
"Drinking this water will kill you." He stopped his thirsty companion.
That night, his improved water purification device saved hundreds of people, and he was promoted by the foreman.
Soap was made as a tribute to wealthy businessmen, honeycomb briquettes were made to warm the nobles, and Nanjing was shocked by the inexhaustible modern knowledge.
The crisis of depreciation of treasure banknotes swept the government and the public. He came up with a clever plan to solve the problem, and was personally summoned by Zhu Yuanzhang in the imperial study.
"I want to give you an official position, what name should I give you?"
"As a common people, we are willing to do what is in accordance with Heaven for Your Majesty."
Ten years later, he stood in the court, and all the officials bowed their heads.
Zhu Yuanzhang responded: "Wuqiu, your contribution lies in Sheji!"
He bowed and smiled: "Your Majesty, reforming the tax system is fundamental."
When the man on the dragon throne nodded, no one noticed the cold light flashing in Hu Weiyong's eyes.
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