The minister of the Ministry of Industry unjustly accused Qinghua of embezzling disaster relief money and took him to the execution ground to be executed. As he sneered, he took out the account book of the treasury deficit with his backhand, causing an uproar in the whole court.
Traveling through time and becoming the grandfather of the poorest county, there are only three kilograms of moldy grain left in the county? Qinghua rolled up his sleeves: Repair waterwheels, open terraced fields, and set up government schools—the infrastructure system is in hand, and we can give you a wall in Jiangnan in three months.
While the neighboring counties were still chewing tree bark, the granaries under his rule were full; while the dignitaries of Chang'an were waiting to see him starve to death, he brought Champa rice with a yield of 800 kilograms per acre to Beijing to face the saint. The emperor held a memorial and summoned him all night long. His enemies who had framed him in the past knelt outside the palace and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
