A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

When Wei Ping led the Northern Army to the disaster-stricken area, it had already turned into a vast swamp.

Everywhere there was stagnant water and people who were barely clothed.

The grain and fodder from the surrounding counties have also been transported to the disaster area.

Thanks to the improved seeds provided by Wei Ping, large quantities of grain have been stored in various regions.

Even if the food supplies in the disaster area are washed away and damaged by the flood, food supplies can be quickly transported from surrounding areas.

"Immediately order the preparation of porridge, divide all troops into 10 groups, and divide the disaster area into 10 locations."

"The army helped the people build houses as soon as they arrived."

"No bribery is permitted during this period; violators will be executed!"

"Afterwards, based on the recovery progress in each disaster area, I personally petitioned His Majesty to commend you."

"Qing'er, Yu'er, you two will each lead 300 men to patrol various regions to prevent any soldiers from being bribed by the local authorities. Anyone who violates this order will be executed without mercy!"

"In addition, during your patrols at various disaster relief sites, the porridge in all places must be thick enough that chopsticks can stand upright on it."

"I have received His Majesty's authority to execute first and report later; if the chopsticks fall, the head will roll!"

"Furthermore, the first meal will be provided free of charge until the people are full."

"After they had eaten their fill, the people were also to participate in the construction of houses. The officials in charge of the accounts kept records and issued vouchers. From the second meal onwards, people would eat based on their vouchers. As long as they had vouchers, they could eat their fill."

"Except for the elderly and children, they can eat whatever they want."

"If there are lazy people who want us to help build houses but do nothing themselves, we won't issue them any certificates and they'll just starve!"

"A lazy person who would rather starve than work doesn't deserve to be called a Han Chinese!"

"Those who are not Han Chinese are naturally not eligible for assistance!"

Although the Northern Army was puzzled, they obeyed Wei Ping's orders.

The Han army had strict military law, and each unit had a military judge, so the army strictly followed Wei Ping's orders.

With the army setting an example, the people quickly overcame their fear of the military and worked together to rebuild their homes.

In less than a month, all the people in the disaster area had their own houses to live in.

After Wei Ping arrived in the disaster area, not a single other disaster victim appeared.

Wei Ping summoned the new prefect of the area.

"After I left, following this method, we arranged for the people to build irrigation canals and reclaim wasteland as a form of work relief."

"Distribute improved seeds to the people so that they can have a livelihood next year."

"I will send people over to investigate from time to time."

During the disaster relief efforts, the new prefect personally went to the front lines and even helped the people rebuild their houses.

I won't refute the fact that Wei Ping was also doing it himself, but a sage judges by actions, not intentions; if you judge by intentions, there are no sages.

Moreover, Wei Ping didn't care what his reasons were for doing practical things.

"Your subject obeys."

The prefect's face had many more wrinkles, his skin had darkened considerably, his hands were covered in scars, and his clothes were patched.

Wei Ping nodded. "Next autumn harvest, I will send someone to assess you. If the people are healthy and prosperous by then, and the situation remains the same for the next few years, I will personally recommend you for a position in the capital."

Wei Ping understood very well how to motivate these officials.

"Your Majesty, I thank you and will certainly not fail in your trust!"

"Qing'er, Yu'er, what are your views on the people and the imperial court?"

Wei Ping, riding on his horse and holding the reins, looked at the hardworking people and said to his two sons.

As Wei Qing recalled the people's reluctant gazes and sincere gratitude when he left, these feelings gradually merged with Wei Ping's daily teachings.

"The people are simple and lovely; if you show them even a little care, they will repay you with the greatest gratitude."

"Yet, not a single one of the officials in the entire court could understand such a simple principle."

"Some of them clearly came from the common people, but after becoming detached from them, they felt deeply ashamed and spared no effort in oppressing them!"

"Damn it, he deserves to die!"

Wei Yu blinked her clear eyes repeatedly before finally uttering a few words: "Me too."

Wei Ping: "..."

"We have to do something in this life."

Wei Ping led the two of them to a deserted open space.

"I have long since reached the highest position in the court, and you will all likely assume high positions as well."

"The Wei family will surely enjoy continuous glory during the Han Dynasty."

"Now that our material needs are met, we naturally have aspirations on a spiritual level."

"Without ambition, a person will quickly turn into a beast."

Wei Ping thought of the outrageous things those spoiled brats in Chang'an had done—they were inhuman!

"I once received a divine favor and built a blessed land for the Wei family."

"This blessed land is maintained by the immense fortune of my family, which is why I entered the imperial court and hold a high position."

"After I die, I will enter this space, where I can live forever."

"Where does family fortune come from?"

"After decades in office, I've finally seen things clearly."

"Official positions and titles are only a small part. Even if I am the prime minister and hold the title of marquis of ten thousand households, even if Qing'er and Wenwen have thousands of households of fiefdom at a young age and are ranked as marquises."

"Even the most blessed and secluded places are no more than 2000 mu in size."

"But when I was doing disaster relief, I discovered that the space had rapidly expanded to a massive 5000 acres."

"He can even get more people into it."

"I cannot guarantee that future heads of the Wei family will all be people who love the people like their own children, but if they can link their interests with the people, then the Wei family can surely put the people first for generations."

Wei Qing and Wei Yu personally visited the gourd space, and their eyes burned with passion as they met Wei Ping, who had regained his youth within it.

A predestined fate!

Their father actually had such a divine connection!

Not to mention that under Wei Ping's tutelage they already had a special affection for the people, now, for the sake of their descendants and for the sake of their own and their future families to live forever, they must also keep the people in their hearts and live for the people!

......

The 22nd year of Emperor Wen of Han.

After Han Xin's death, Wei Ping grew increasingly old.

He had no intention of using the gourd world to help him prolong his life; for him, he had long since ceased to fear life and death.

Because of the Han Dynasty's strength and the scarcity of wars, the imperial court was experiencing a shortage of capable leaders.

The new generation has not experienced war, and to outsiders, the imperial army appears strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Liu Heng's ambitions had also been worn down by the years. In addition, many of the first generation of Liu clan princes were still alive. Out of fear of their existence, the decree of grace was not made public for a long time.

Until that year, King Liu Bi of Wu brought his son Liu Xian to the capital to pay homage to the emperor.

When Liu Xian was drinking and playing chess with Crown Prince Liu Qi, Liu Xian defeated Liu Qi.

Because he had been drinking, Liu Xian gradually revealed his true nature, speaking arrogantly and disrespectfully to Emperor Wen of Han and Wei Ping.

Enraged, Liu Qi, under the influence of alcohol, swung the chessboard and smashed it at Liu Xian.

Liu Xian was bleeding profusely from his head and died on the spot!

This has really blown things up!