Chapter 267: Export Cannons
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Laughter echoed kindly through the streets of Qingzhou.
Seeing the old man’s surprised face, Xiao Ming smiled and said, “Uncle, this is real. If you don’t believe me, you can go to the Qingzhou Prefecture office to ask. As long as you follow the law and work hard, in two years you can get official household registration here.”
“Thank you, young lord! Thank you!” the old man said excitedly. He had thought he was going to die, but now he had a chance to start over. He felt lucky he had chosen to come here.
The newspaper boy nearby said, “The person in front of you is Prince Qi himself! His words are always true!”
“Prince Qi?” The old man looked shocked. But when he turned to look again, the young nobleman was already riding away.
Slowly standing up, his heart full of emotion, the old man handed three copper coins to the newspaper boy. “I’ll buy this paper.”
“Hey, no need to pay!” the boy said. But the old man had already walked off without looking back.
He went straight to the Qingzhou Prefecture office. When he asked about refugee resettlement, the officials explained the local refugee policy in detail. There, he also met others who had come from outside the province for the same reason—to ask how to settle down.
Inside the office, some refugees were discussing.
“The Prefect Zhan said earlier—if you join the construction team, transport crew, or go to the mines, you can earn a living. These places really need workers. If you have special skills, you can even get household registration within one year.”
Outside the office, a group of refugees chatted.