"Tsk, Wang Banban, where did you buy the salted fish? It tastes good.
But - you can't feed me salted fish for three days in a row. I'm almost ready to eat salted fish! "
Sitting at the dinner table, I saw the most beautiful dish on the table today - pan-fried salted fish!
Zhao Jun felt his stomach twitch.
Three days!
Ever since he told Wang Huaien that he wanted to eat fish three days ago, this damn bastard actually made him eat salted fish for three days in a row!
Every now and then, he almost vomited when he smelled the smell of salted fish!
Wang Huaien, who was standing respectfully aside, looked aggrieved when he heard this and said: "My lord, didn't you say you wanted to eat fish? I ran all over Yunzhou City before I found the salted fish sold by this store in a dry goods shop.
But the owner of the shop said that the business of the shop was not good and he would close the shop and return to the customs. He would either sell all the salted fish or not sell it, so the slave could only buy all the salted fish in his shop. "
"But, even if you finish cooking, you can still cook a meal for me from time to time. There is no need to eat for three days in a row, right!?" Zhao Jun said speechlessly.
"I see that you are very happy eating. You ate it every time. I thought you liked it, so I asked the kitchen to make it for you every day." Wang Huaien muttered in a low voice.
When Zhao Jun heard this, he suddenly had a black question mark face on his face!
Co-authored, is this still my fault?
I just don’t want to waste it, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to eat this stuff every day. Besides, you can’t stand it even if your favorite food makes you eat it every day!
Waving his hands helplessly, Zhao Jun finally convinced Wang Huai'en's stubborn head and could only say:
"Okay, okay, from today onwards, you are not allowed to make salted fish for me without my king's instructions. If I see these salted fish on the table again, whoever made it will be ordered to do it again." Every meal for a month is salted fish, and nothing else is allowed!"
After saying this, Zhao Jun glared at Wang Huaien fiercely, which only made him shrink his neck. He knew that the prince really hated this salted fish, so he quickly nodded in agreement.
He picked up the salted fish on the table and handed it to Wang Huaien, then stared at this guy and ate every last bit before Zhao Jun began to enjoy his breakfast.
After eating a delicious breakfast without salted fish, Zhao Jun stretched out comfortably. Zhao Jun immediately waved his hand and headed out of the city with a group of followers and guards.
The garrison barracks of Yunzhou County are at the Nanyun Campus in the south outside Yunzhou City. Today is the day that Zhao Jun and Cheng Cheng agreed to review the barracks. During this trip, he wanted to see how the defense envoy would fool him?
How to show the Yunzhou Army, which has already been seriously short of positions, in front of him for review!
Nanyun Campus is located three miles south of Yunzhou City.
The entire Nanyun campus covers an area of about ten acres. It took several days for the original Yunzhou garrison to clear out such a large area.
Zhao Jun and his party set out early in the morning and were already halfway through the journey.
Zhao Jun's iconic luxury carriage was moving steadily on the road. Wang Huaien was driving the car, but there were two people in the carriage.
One is naturally Zhao Jun, and the other is a pretty girl with eyes like autumn water named Qing'er. She is the maid that Yunli specially sent to him in the past few days.
To say that Prince Zhao Jun was a failure, he traveled back in time for more than ten years. He has been surrounded by darling wives and beautiful concubines for a long time, and no matter what happens, he still has a few confidantes around him.
As for him, he was in the palace, where underage princes were strictly guarded. Except for the elderly nuns, other young palace maids who came even remotely close to him were immediately transferred out of Kunning Palace. As for him, he didn't even have a maid by his side for more than ten years.
Fortunately, the people below are quite sensible.
No, at the beginning of the new year, Yunli sent a maid.
Originally, a group of people were sent as a gift, but Zhao Jun found it too noisy, so he kept this one in the end.
The carriage was not small, and Zhao Jun leaned against the bed and looked at the snowy scene outside the window.
Although the heavy snow had gradually stopped just after New Year's Eve, it still looked like a blanket of snow everywhere you looked, with thick snow covering everything.
In the carriage, Su held it gently with his hands, and the silver wine jug was placed on the small stove to warm it.
After a long time, Qing'er saw the heat coming out and knew that the wine was almost warm. If it was warmer, it would be hot, so he took off the jug, poured a glass of warm wine and sent it to Zhao Jun.
He took the wine glass casually and drank the warm wine down his throat. The wine reached his stomach and spread the heat to his whole body, making his whole body feel warm.
"Qing'er, where are you from?"
Zhao Jun looked away from the window. He saw the same white scenery coming and going, but there was nothing interesting about it.
Without any scruples, he got on the mat and lay on his side like a royal concubine, looking at Qing'er who was still warming the wine with gentle movements and asked with a smile.
Qing'er made a move, then put down the wine bottle, flicked the charcoal fire in the stove a few times to make it smaller, and then respectfully replied:
"Back to your lord, this servant is from Linhai County, Sunan County."
"Sunan County, Linhai County?"
Zhao Jun thought for a moment and then murmured.
"I know that Sunan County is a county in the southeastern part of the Song Dynasty and is close to the sea. I have never heard of Linhai County."
Qing'er smiled bitterly and replied: "Your Majesty Tianhuang is a noble man. There are thousands of counties in the Song Dynasty, but our Linhai County is just a low-class county. It is completely normal that Your Majesty has not heard about it."
"Inferior county?"
Zhao Jun was a little stunned.
You must know that according to the classification of the Song Dynasty, only counties with a population of 5,000 households but nearly 70% of the people without their own fields can be classified as inferior counties.
The people in such counties undoubtedly lived a very difficult life. In the entire Song Dynasty, lower-level counties were as rare as upper-level counties. The most common ones were middle-level counties.
I didn't expect that this young man would come from a lower-class county. Is this Linhai County so poor?
Qing'er nodded: "Back to your lord, we are close to the sea. Most of the land in the land is saline-alkali land, and we can't grow food at all. The people have to go out to sea to fish for a living.
Since I was a child, my slave family has lived on fish, shrimps and crabs from the sea. As for rice and white noodles, I don’t even think about it. When it comes to paying taxes every year, our Linhai County is even more gloomy. Most of the people They don’t have any land and can’t afford to pay taxes.
Fortunately, there is an advantage in lower-class counties, that is, they pay less taxes. Everyone can only catch more fish on weekdays while it is still fresh and send it to other counties not close to the sea to sell in exchange for money to support the family. It is a pity that the road is difficult to travel, etc. When the fish are sent to other counties, not much is left alive in the end, and they can't be sold for much money.
In one year, it is enough to barely pay taxes and buy two sets of clothes for the family. "
"Salt land, no wonder."
After listening to Qing'er's story, Zhao Jun understood what was going on. These days, what the people and even the court valued most was the income from the fields, and taxes were mainly paid on crops, otherwise it was money.
Since Linhai County is close to the sea, most of the land in the county is saline-alkali land, and food cannot be grown in the land. Fishing is also limited by current fishing technology and can only make ends meet. Selling fish is also due to road and transportation problems, etc. Not even one-tenth of the fish in a truckload of fish could be sold at the destination.
The combination of these various reasons has led to poverty in Linhai County.
I sighed a few words, but couldn't do anything. After all, I am just a prince. If I can take care of my own one-third of an acre, everything will be fine. For other things, it depends on whether other people are happy or not. If you are not careful, It is also easy to be regarded as having ulterior motives.
There was silence in the carriage for a moment, except for the boiling and bubbling sounds coming from the wine pot on the stove as the wine warmed for a longer time.
Suddenly, the carriage that had been moving forward slowly stopped. Before Zhao Jun could say anything, Wang Huaien's voice came from outside the curtain.
"Your Majesty, we are here."
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