Su Fei took out silver to hire workers to build wooden houses and soon recruited a group of construction workers. The displaced people were also deeply grateful to Su Fei, the imperial commissioner, and volunteered to help the workers build the houses.
Under these circumstances.
Construction of the wooden houses progressed rapidly.
In just a few short days, the first batch of wooden houses was complete. Several hundred sturdy wooden houses stood in rows outside the resettlement site.
Su Fei then ordered that the elderly and the young be allowed to move in first.
All the displaced people looked at the wooden houses with happy smiles on their faces.
Quite a few of them stopped in front of Su Fei, choking back tears as they thanked him.
Su Fei waved a hand and told them to rise.
He then instructed the clerks to pick up the pace, making sure every displaced person had a wooden house to live in before winter arrived.
A roof over their heads!
At dusk three days later, candlelight flickered in the study of the Eastern Palace within the imperial city.
Crown Prince Zhao Yan sat at his desk, discussing this year's autumn hunt with Zhang Xiucheng, the crown prince's grand preceptor. Several memorials concerning military pay allocations and official appointments also lay on the desk.
Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew through the window and landed beside the desk.
An attendant stepped forward, removed the tube from the pigeon's leg, and handed the slip of paper inside to Zhang Xiucheng.
Zhang Xiucheng unfolded the note. After barely two glances, his face went white, and even his hands began to tremble slightly.
"Grand Preceptor, what is it?"
Seeing that something was wrong with Zhang Xiucheng's expression, Zhao Yan asked in puzzlement. Zhang Xiucheng handed him the note,