Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 258 Different joys and sorrows (addition to Luoluo)

  Xiping County was lively for three days, the officials and the people were having fun together, and the businessmen who made a lot of money were also very happy.

   The sons who like to be lively and playful like Zhu Chuan also feel very happy, except for some of their fathers and brothers.

  This activity in Xiping County made them face Zhao Hanzhang's ability and prestige. At this moment, they vaguely sensed that even if Zhao Hanzhang did not have Zhao's backing, she would be able to gain a firm foothold in Xiping County.

   And soon, the news of Shangcai also spread to Xiping.

   Zhao Hanzhang's prestige in Shangcai also reached a new height.

  Ji Yuan followed Zhao Hanzhang's advice and had people grind a large amount of soybean flour and donate it to Shangcai County Government along with wheat and rice, and a batch of soybean oil.

   Then, in response to the activities in Xiping County, Shangcai Manor also organized an activity, mainly to give benefits to the tribes, long-term workers and tenants.

   Originally, the things that Ji Yuan donated along with others were not specially promoted by the magistrate of Chai, so people in remote areas naturally didn’t know that it was donated by Zhao Hanzhang;

   However, such an event was held in Zhao's Manor, which echoed the events in Xiping County, and the people who knew it couldn't help but envy and envy, and then pulled out that this year's relief materials were donated by Zhao Hanzhang.

   Of course, she was not the only one who donated. There were also many wealthy people in Shangcai who donated, but there were no legends, so Zhao Hanzhang was highlighted.

   Zhao Hanzhang's reputation in Shangcai County has skyrocketed, and correspondingly, the prestige of the Chai County magistrate has plummeted.

   When he knew about this, he didn't know what to do with his expression. He twitched the corners of his mouth and asked with a final touch of his face, "Is this what Ji Yuan designed to spread?"

   "No," the head clerk lowered his head and said, "It's spread among the people, Mr. Ji seems to have explained it, but it's not very effective."

The county magistrate    hummed: "A group of idiots who only want to admit what they think, and don't listen to what others say. If I didn't deal with it, would Zhao's manor donate so much?"

   "Yes, this is all the credit of the magistrate. The people are ignorant, how can they understand the painstaking efforts of the magistrate?"

   The clerk asked worriedly: "Then what should we do next? Spring is coming soon. If too many people leave Shangcai to go to Xiping, what will we do with Shangcai's taxes next year?"

   What else can I do?

   The county magistrate of Chai can only order, not to allow people to leave the village at will. Anyone who wants to travel must report to Lizheng, and let out the wind, the county government will give out a batch of grain seeds next year.

   Zhao Hanzhang is also worrying about grain seeds.

  After the small year, the big year is coming. After the big year, the weather will gradually warm up, so it is time to start preparing for spring sowing.

   And before the spring sowing, she has to prepare the grains that need to be sent this year.

   Of course, not all county offices give grain seeds every year, and not every household can get them. It also depends on the financial situation of the county office and the conscience of the county magistrate.

   Coincidentally, Zhao Hanzhang not only has a conscience, but also has a lot of money, so she handed the matter over to Chang Ning, "You must choose carefully and choose good grains."

  Chang Ning responded.

  Compared with the lively New Year's Day in Xiping County, the New Year's Day in Xiping County was very solemn and low-key. On the twenty-ninth day of the New Year, the survivors went to worship their relatives who died in the war.

   There were also crying in the Yushan Hall. Zhao Hanzhang specially allocated a sum of money to them, allowing them and the kitchen to ask for offerings to worship their relatives.

   And some orphans are not from Xiping County, they are living here, they can worship along the road, so on the twenty-ninth and thirty-two days of the New Year, there are many traces of worship on the street, and the atmosphere is somewhat solemn.

   Zhao Hanzhang had been sealed back to Wubao for a long time. She took her family to the ancestral grave to worship her grandfather and her father, and then kept a low-key New Year's Eve with her family.

  Wang only felt like a dream, "A year ago, I never imagined that you would become the county magistrate." And they would be like this.

  Like the Wang family, there is also Emperor Yongjia in the palace.

   Sitting on the couch, he wept silently. Just now, the King of the East Sea humiliated him in public, and there was no one else to speak for him except Fu Zhi.

The Queen    silently walked up to him and sat down. After sitting next to him for a long time, she asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

The    emperor held her hand, "I have no one to use, and the government is controlled by him. You and I are just puppets. What can I do, but wait for the butcher's knife to fall."

"It's just that I'm worried. The Xiongnu Liu Yuan is very ambitious. Although he defeated him, he has already declared himself a monarchy, and he is determined not to let Luoyang go." If there is a disaster, the Xiongnu army can come to Luoyang day and night, if they don’t leave, not only will the royal family not survive, but the people of Luoyang will also be implicated by me.”

   Queen Liang's expression changed and she couldn't help but say, "Why doesn't Your Majesty invite all the ministers and workers to discuss and persuade them to move the capital?"

  Emperor: "The court is divided into two factions. Only Fu Zheng and a few still support me in moving the capital. The rest all follow the King of the East Sea. How can they allow me to move the capital?"

   He lamented: "If only Wang Yan could help him, that's fine, but he usually doesn't ask about political affairs, and when he asks, he just listens to the King of the East Sea."

  The more the emperor thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. He didn't want to be an emperor at first, he was forced to take this position. He was so aggrieved when he became an emperor that he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

   A year ago, how could he have imagined such a situation?

   At this time, in the Han Dynasty Palace, which is nearly a thousand miles away from him, Liu Yuan was celebrating the Spring Festival with his sons and officials.

   This is a festival for the Han people, but Liu Yuan has admired Han culture since he was a child, and has always regarded himself as a Han Chinese. After all, he thinks that he is from the same lineage as the Liu Han royal family and is orthodox!

   So they also celebrate Chinese New Year, and they are very lively.

  Liu Yuan lifted his neck and drank a glass of wine, slammed the glass down, and said boldly: "I will attack Luoyang next year and get back half of the rest of my big man!"

   It was just that Liu Yuan, who occupied most of Bingzhou, was very ambitious and felt that he had occupied half of Dajin.

   A group of Huns listened and immediately said: "I am willing to serve Your Majesty!"

   There was also the foolish one, who shouted directly: "When the morning comes, I will immediately kill someone and go to Luoyang!"

   Liu Yuan was really afraid that he would lead the troops, so he hurriedly said: "Don't be in a hurry, wait for the end of the spring sowing!"

  Although he really wanted to conquer Luoyang, it didn't mean he was willing to go out on the first day of the new year. Well, he should choose the right time to fight.

  Shou Sui was bored, Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan were writing and drawing on the ground with wooden sticks that burned out charcoal, "If I were Liu Yuan, I would definitely choose the summer harvest soon, or attack Luoyang after the summer harvest."

  Fu Tinghan: "Grab food?"

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "By fighting to support the war, the consumption will be less."

  Fu Tinghan frowned at the lines on the ground, "The last time you talked about the disaster in Yongzhou, there were refugee troops causing trouble?"

   "Yes." Zhao Hanzhang's eyes also fell on the point he pointed, and sighed: "If the King of the East Sea can't appease Yongzhou, the Huns can drive straight into Luoyang, which is a very dangerous thing."

  Fu Tinghan said: "If I were the emperor, I would move the capital directly."

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)