Northern Song Dynasty Revitalization Strategy

Chapter 113
Zhao Huan sighed. Although the officials of the Song Dynasty were the most easy-going, they were also emperors. This old man didn't even have the energy to answer.

"Guanjia, grandpa is 72 years old this year." A childish boy suddenly replied.

Tong Yan Wuji.

The toddler looks like he is only five years old, the clothes on his face are new, and the shoes on his feet are also solid mille-soled shoes.

It was considered warm, but the puffy jacket still couldn't stop the chill of early spring, and the frozen child's face was flushed.

Zhao Huan also smiled knowingly, this little baby is very cute, he asked with a smile: "Little baby, where are the adults in your family? Just you and grandpa?"

"Father went to work in the labor relief department. Every day when he came back, he brought me a lot of delicious food. Yesterday he brought back Jiandao Tangmei and Yuemei, and the day before yesterday he brought back Lidao Perilla Cream and Jinsi Dangmei. It’s packed in a plum red box, and it’s delicious.”

Children still like to take a bite of this, and they will remember to eat it.

The father-in-law finally came to his senses, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty forgives your sins."

"My husband is 72 years old this year. The child's father is in the labor relief prison. He has some skills. He was assigned to make bows and crossbows and make strings every day."

Zhao Huan nodded, his labor relief supervisor is still somewhat effective, and those with a bit of craftsmanship can make a living.

Some workshops, such as this bow and crossbow workshop, are definitely not beneficial, but other workshops are still very beneficial.

He chatted with the old man for a long time, and learned about the specific living conditions of the city residents in Bianjing. It had nothing to do with the misery he thought, but it was a little urgent, and it was not easy to maintain their lives.

The old man opened up the chatterbox and talked for a long time before stopping. It was time for Zhao Huan to continue on his way to Hedong Road.

Zhao Huan took a closer look at the children among the common people, and found that all of them had new clothes and new shoes.

The work relief supervisor only lasted more than 20 days.

Some changes can be brought about, but these changes all fall on the children.

Which parent doesn't love their children?If there are good ones, they will naturally be used by children.

Seeing that what he did had a positive effect, Zhao Huan also gained a little confidence when facing this huge wave of mountains and seas.

You did a good job yourself!Be worthy of this mountain call the sea drink!
It's just that Zhao Huan still saw a group of children, dressed in tatters and without shoes, their red feet exposed from the cold weather.

"Call them here." Zhao Huan instructed the imperial army to pull the group of little beggars to him.

The pungent smell hits the face.Her hair was disheveled, she was skinny and skinny, and the chilblains on her body were also bruised and purple.

But the little girl in the lead was quite energetic.

"Official family, we are all exiles, separated from our parents during the war. We have no food, no ability to work, and barely survive on the porridge shed of the Kaifeng government office. Long live the official family."

The little girl's voice is very clear and clean, and her language logic is also very careful.

It seems that the original family was rich, but they were probably displaced during this war.

Zhao Huan was kind-hearted and wanted to give her a sum of money. Now that he was poor, he would have money left.

But after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Such a young girl may not be able to protect this windfall.

Don't let the windfall fail, turn into a windfall.

"What's your name?" Zhao Huan asked.

"Minister Zhao Chenfu, who lives in Yanjing." The little girl replied crisply.

Zhao Huan waved his hand and asked them to leave. Cats have their own way, dogs have their own way, and interfering indiscriminately by himself may not be a good thing for these children.

He was sure in his heart that what he did was correct, and he became extra carefree!
Wait a minute... Zhao Huan stopped in his tracks.

The name Zhao Chenfu is so familiar, is he a historical celebrity?

a queen?Zhao Huan frowned uncertainly.

No, no, that's Wei Zifu, the queen of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, I remembered it myself.

I read a lot of history books recently, and I always remember them in confusion.

After he got into the car, he still couldn't remember where he heard the name.He asked with some distress: "Zhao Ying, have you ever heard of the name Zhao Chenfu?"

"The old minister has heard of it." Zhao Ying said after thinking for a while.

Ok?Zhao Huan looked at Zhao Ying, waiting for Zhao Ying to continue.

"The old minister once heard Commander Shen talk about this person. His Majesty called him to ask?" Zhao Ying asked tentatively.

Shen Cong has now asked himself to be demoted to an ordinary personal officer, and has been made a guard with a knife.

He should go up to the court and receive his salary, except that the title of the previous commander was deprived, but the power is still in his hands.

Shen Cong shot an arrow, and His Majesty went to visit the imperial hospital in person, and he ran every day. Everyone knew that Shen Cong was Jane in the heart of the emperor, and this authority would always come back.

That's why Shen Cong thought he was just an ordinary guard with a knife.

"The official calls for a minister?" Shen Cong ran over and asked.

"Commander Shen, I just met a beggar named Zhao Chenfu, a well-educated five-year-old child. Do you know her name?" Zhao Huan started calling Commander Shen after Shen Cong invited him.
Take it out and tease him if you have nothing to do.

This has also become one of the few joys in Zhao Huan's life.

"Zhao Chenfu? Zhao Chenfu!" Shen Cong also fulfilled his duties as a personal officer. Zhao Huan asked about the living conditions in Bianjing City along the way, and he also observed from a distance, looking for eye-catching people.

Zhao Chenfu was no longer to be found.

This is the little girl who saved Yu Wenxu's life.

When the Jin soldiers retreated, they left all the captives in the original Jin soldiers camp, and Bianjing City received these captives.

But Shen Cong couldn't find Zhao Chenfu among the captives, that clever and intelligent girl, who studied ink for Wanyan Zongwang in the Jinbing camp.

She saw that Wanyan Zongwang wanted to deal with Yu Wenxuzhong, and asked Song Ting to bring Yuwenxuzhong's family back to the north.

Zhao Chenfu passed the news to Yuwenxuzhong, so that Yuwenxuzhong's real relatives, his old mother, were spared the long-distance travel.

Loyalty and filial piety are hard to come by in ancient times, and Yu Wenxuzhong doesn't know whether his old mother will be able to untie this knot when his old mother is in danger.

But now Yu Wenxu doesn't have to choose, it's all because of Zhao Chenfu!
When Yu Wenxu left, he left a letter asking Shen Cong to take good care of Zhao Chenfu, but Shen Cong lost Zhao Chenfu at the very beginning.

but it does not matter.Knowing that she is a little beggar, but still can't find her?

"Officials, I want to find that beggar. Zhao Chenfu is very important to me. I agreed..." Shen never looked back, knowing that there are too many people here, and it is difficult to speak.

A man promises a thousand gold, his words must be believed, his deeds must be resolute, his promises must be true, and he does not love his bow.To go to the plight of the soldiers is to be a righteous man.

"Go find it." Zhao Huan said, Shen Cong's reaction just now, he already knew Zhao Chenfu's origin, he just heard Shen Cong mention this little girl.

Unexpectedly, we met on this street.

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