Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 669 Heart flustered

  Zhao Ming watched her disappear, without returning to his senses for a long time.

  Changqing stepped forward to put away the official document, and when he was about to get up, he saw that his palm was too hard, and asked in surprise: "Lang Jun?"

   Zhao Ming came back to his senses, looked down at the cup in his hand, and let go of his hand slightly.

  Changqing hurriedly stepped forward to check, "Is there any injury?"

  Zhao Ming waved his sleeves carelessly, put his hands together, "No problem."

  Changqing was puzzled, "Why is Mr. Lang restless?"

  He was listening from the side just now, and the conversation with the girl just now was no problem.

  Zhao Ming didn't answer, got up and said: "Distribute the official document that has been approved."

   After saying that, he turned around and left, but he saw his father before he had gone far.

  Zhao Ming turned around and was about to leave when Zhao Song saw him and called out, "Zi Nian."

  Zhao Ming could only turn around and saluted, "Father."

  Zhao Song frowned, "Why are you hiding from me? What about Hanzhang, I was interrupted by your seventh uncle last night, and I haven't had time to talk to her about the new money."

Zhao Mingdao: "Uncle Qi and Sanniang exchanged a large amount of new money. As far as I know, he also plans to transport the new money to Jiangnan for use. Now that the money has been minted, you can't stop it even if you want to. Why talk about it? "

  Zhao Song:…

  Zhao Ming looked at his stunned father, sighed quietly and said, "Father, you can leave this matter alone and let them figure it out on their own."

  Zhao Song frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

  Zhao Ming paused, pursed his lips and said: "It's nothing, but there are some things in my mind that I haven't figured out. Just wait until I figure it out."

  Zhao Song cheered up, and asked curiously: "What can't be figured out, tell me and listen to me, maybe my father can clear up your doubts for you?"

  Zhao Ming glanced at his father who was inexplicably excited, and simply asked: "Father, do you think loyalty is more important than filial piety, or filial piety is more important than loyalty?"

  Zhao Song opened his mouth, unable to say an answer.

  Zhao Ming asked again: "The so-called loyalty is loyalty to the king, the country, or the people? Does filial piety mean filial piety to parents, or to the whole family, or to ancestors?"

  Zhao Song is sure now, this son is born to make things difficult for him.

  He turned left and right, but couldn't find anything in his hand, so he shouted: "Mountain people, mountain people, where is the ruler, bring me my ruler."

  Zhao Ming raised his hand immediately, and said quickly, "My son will take his leave first."

  Turn around and walk away quickly.

   Zhao Song was so angry that he picked up a stone from the flower bed and wanted to throw it at him, but when he raised his hand, he found that the stone was too big, as big as a fist, so he put it down again.

   But this did not prevent him from punishing his son. He said to the steward who ran up: "Mountain people, go and confiscate all his wine. He is not allowed to drink any more for these two days."

  The mountain people responded immediately and comforted the old man back, but they only dared to touch the wine in the warehouse, and did not dare to enter Zhao Ming's room and study.

   Zhao Ming’s mood improved a lot. He left behind Zhao Hanzhang’s “Tianxia” and concentrated on thinking about the current predicament of labor.

  The order issued by Zhao Hanzhang went down to the counties and counties, and the counties and counties began to collect labor labor according to the plan. The people were panicked, but they still did it.

  Serving in the military is a very hard thing, working from sunrise to sunset. All they do is dredging, soil transportation and a series of physically demanding tasks. Many people feel that life has returned to the past.

   Whenever they think they can settle down, there will always be some surprises, some from the outside, and some from the inside.

  The poor people still don't know the deeper reasons, but they also have their own wisdom and have summed up a set of rules.

  No matter how good the generals and high officials recruited to take over them start out, a considerable number of them will eventually change.

And some generals and high officials were very strict from the very beginning, and became stricter every year. When they couldn't bear the heavy pressure, they either died of exhaustion like old cows, or they left their existing family businesses. Continue to be a refugee.

   This is a matter of luck.

  Before the order to conscript labor was issued, they were still full of happiness and thought that they were lucky to be able to settle in Yuzhou, but now, their hearts seemed to be covered with gray.

  But they quickly thought about it and became optimistic again.

"It's better than being bad at the beginning," old man Chen squatted in front of the house, and said to his two sons, "This year, you have reduced a lot of taxes. I heard that Yanzhou will not only provide labor but also increase taxes. Life is much harder than ours.”

  The two sons were very worried, and their neighbors were also very worried, asking: "Uncle Chen, do you think our envoy will also increase taxes in the future?"

  Old man Chen was silent for a while and then said: "Even if it is increased, it won't be as harsh as before. We only pay half of the tax now, so we have to pay the full amount before we can increase it?"

  While talking, there was a commotion at the entrance of the village. Everyone hurriedly stood up, took two steps over there, and stood on tiptoe to look: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

  A half-grown boy ran over and shouted excitedly: "The envoy is here, the envoy is here!"

   Everyone's eyes lit up, including old man Chen, and immediately ran to the entrance of the village.

  Zhao Hanzhang was dressed in short brown, and her gray-blue clothes were still stained with mud. If she hadn't been riding a horse, the people of Chen County would have been familiar with her, and they probably wouldn't have recognized her as the envoy.

  Zhao Hanzhang got off the horse, stepped on the grass, and rubbed off the mud on the soles of her feet. She asked the village chief who came up, "It will rain tonight. Are there any spare houses?"

   Naturally, there are no extra houses, but everyone can gather together, two families squeeze together, and make room for them.

   Zhao Hanzhang thanked him, greeted the villagers with a smile, and was then surrounded by Fu Tinghan and others to the village chief's house.

The old man Chen who couldn't squeeze in could only stand on tiptoe to look hard. After a while, his son squeezed back excitedly and said, "Father, I just saw the envoy. I was right in front of her, and she was still smiling at me." gone."

  Old man Chen was envious and jealous, so he grabbed him and asked, "Did your envoy tell me what she is here for?"

"It turned out that the envoy was digging mud with us today, or it was river mud," his son sighed, "It's just raining, and it will rain heavily tomorrow, so the work was temporarily suspended. They thought it would take too much time to go back to the city. So we have to borrow and live in our village.”

  Old man Chen was taken aback, and asked, "Did you really dig the mud with us?"

   "That's not true. Look at how thick the mud is on the soles of her shoes. It looks like they just came up from the river."

A student brought a small desk and put it on the seat, Fu Tinghan took out the picture and spread it out, and the whole group looked at the picture and frowned, "This is not possible, we have to optimize the labor force, the management is still too chaotic today, so swarming in like this , get twice the result with half the effort, we don’t have much time, and we have to plant winter wheat in September.”

  Zhao Hanzhang also nodded, "You make the data, let the students draw all the ditches, and then let them work in sections, so that the speed of connection will be faster."

  The young student on the side asked in a low voice: "Draw on the ground?"

  Zhao Hanzhang looked back at him, smiled and said: "Yes, draw on the ground, use lime to draw, the speed is very fast, and then you tell the workers the depth and width, and let them do as required."

  The students who were selected to participate in the construction bowed and said "yes".

  (end of this chapter)