The road to the border of Youzhou is fairly easy to walk.
A total of six carriages, plus Zhao Chongyuan's own carriage.
A total of seven carriages drove quickly on the bluestone road.
There were no bumps along the way.
The villages along the way are also rows of neatly built wooden houses.
Judging from the style and structure of the house layout, it can be seen that it has been unified and renovated and planned by the government.
Every household has cattle and sheep.
Although the people are still working in the fields, everyone's face is more or less filled with smiles.
Watch this scene.
Zhao Chongyuan also felt much less resentful towards Zhao Ding in his heart.
At least his son, although he cheated me, was still good to the local people.
Not only are the people in Youzhou City prosperous, but the people in the area where Youzhou and Yanzhou meet are also living a good life.
It can be seen that Zhao Ding has really put in a lot of effort in local governance.
Actually think about it carefully.
Zhao Ding didn't cheat him much, but it was him who cheated Zhao Ding of half a million taels of silver.
When I thought that I was using Li Long's pseudonym.
Zhao Chongyuan suddenly felt proud in his heart.
Fight with me?
You are still a little tender.
"Hercules, go back and allocate two hundred thousand taels of silver from my inner treasury. When the time comes, you can send someone to deliver it."
Zhao Chongyuan ordered Wang Lishi on the side.
"It's Your Majesty."
Wang Lishi nodded in response.
After all, Zhao Chongyuan still couldn't handle Zhao Ding's son.
As for why it is two hundred thousand taels.
Naturally, these few trucks of goods are worth only two hundred thousand taels.
He, Zhao Chongyuan, had such a vicious eye. After careful reflection, he could naturally tell at a glance that Zhao Ding had tampered with the price.
Therefore, giving him two hundred thousand taels was what Zhao Chongyuan, a father, should do.
Of course, another reason is that Zhao Chongyuan really doesn’t have much money in his internal treasury...
Daqian fought every year, coupled with the shortcomings left over from the previous dynasty.
In recent years, the national treasury has been empty, and Zhao Chongyuan has used money from his own internal treasury to replenish the national treasury.
After so many years, naturally there is not much money left.
Right now.
Bang!
There was a sudden jolt in the carriage.
Caught off guard, Zhao Chongyuan was almost thrown out.
Fortunately, he was supported by Wang Lishi.
"His Majesty."
Wang Lishi shouted hurriedly.
Zhao Chongyuan frowned slightly, opened the carriage, glanced outside the carriage, looked at Erwazi who was driving the carriage and asked: "Is this outside the boundary of Youzhou?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, we will reach Qishui in another thirty miles, and then we can take a boat back to Beijing."
Erwazi responded respectfully.
Listen to Erwazi's words.
Zhao Chongyuan nodded slightly.
But I don’t know why I miss my days in Youzhou.
The spacious roads, the neat streets, and the rows of uniformly built villages.
But now that he left Youzhou and arrived at the border of Yanzhou, it seemed that he was suddenly pulled from dreamland to reality.
However, Zhao Chongyuan didn't wait for a while to sigh.
The vehicle suddenly stopped again.
"Why did you stop?"
Zhao Chongyuan frowned slightly and couldn't help but look outside the carriage.
A bumpy dirt road.
Rows of celebrities crowded the dirt road ahead.
The clothes are in rags, the face is sallow and the muscles are thin.
Except for Erwazi and a few guards who had to stay in the convoy, the rest of the guards had jumped off the carriage and started driving away the residents.
"This is my normal routine."
Zhao Chongyuan smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with sadness.
Daqian was founded two hundred years ago.
It is the longest-established dynasty among the surrounding countries except Dayu and Dali. It is far older than Nanchen and Beiliang in terms of age.
However, in the two hundred years since the founding of the country, the great cadres have developed a group of extremely large bureaucracies and aristocratic families.
These people are the blood-sucking insects lying on the crumbling old tree in Dagan.
Coupled with the corruption of officials in the previous dynasty.
Even he, Zhao Chongyuan, wanted to reform, but he had little effect.
He has seen too many things that are both positive and negative.
"As long as His Majesty is here, everything will be fine."
Wang Lishi comforted him from the side.
"Humph, will it be okay?"
Zhao Chongyuan laughed at himself and shook his head helplessly.
If it would be better, he wouldn't have to fight with those officials for twenty years.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the refugee team in front.
Zhao Chongyuan looked intently.
I don't know when the black-hearted tour guide jumped off the carriage.
A big pot was picked up among the crowd.
It was steaming inside.
There were several big men accompanying them who kept taking out large bags of bags, steamed buns, wowotou and other hungry things from the carriage and piled them on the ground.
The black-hearted tour guide waved a big iron spoon to cook the rice porridge in the pot, and shouted: "Those who have bowls, prepare their own bowls, and those who don't have bowls come here to get them. Each person has a bowl, plus two wowotou and a bag." , when you have the strength, go to Youzhou, His Highness the King of Yan welcomes you all at any time, I don’t dare to say anything else when you get to Youzhou, just have enough food.”
The black-hearted tour guide shouted, while personally scooping rice porridge from the big pot for the Nanming people who came in droves.
The already chaotic scene suddenly became even more chaotic.
One by one, the refugees crowded towards the black-hearted tour guide like crazy.
The black-hearted tour guide seemed to have expected this scene.
The burly men beside him took out iron maces directly from the car.
Bang!
Knocked on the ground.
"Honestly, those who queue up will be able to eat, and those who want to cause trouble can come over."
The black-hearted tour guide looked at the crowd with a cold expression.
Followed by several shouts.
The originally chaotic crowd suddenly became more honest.
"Send someone over to help."
Although Zhao Chongyuan was a little surprised when he saw this scene, he quickly gave Wang Lishi an order.
As Wang Lishi and the palace guards who were driving away the crowd joined in, the chaotic scene suddenly became much more orderly.
I was busy until the evening.
All the refugees had something to eat.
Taking the bag and the wowotou, he walked towards Youzhou in the direction known by the black-hearted tour guide.
Seeing the black-hearted tour guide stopped, Zhao Chongyuan stepped forward and asked curiously: "Everyone in the world thinks that refugees are more ferocious than tigers and dare not save the famine. Why do you, Youzhou, let these refugees go to Youzhou? Are you not afraid of causing trouble to you, Youzhou?" ?”
"What are you afraid of? Our Highness, the King of Yan, is currently working on some factories and is short of manpower. These people have gone to Youzhou to help. Moreover, our Highness, the King of Yan, has said that population is the primary productive force. There will be no shortage of people there. It’s useless for everyone to do anything to eat.”
The black-hearted tour guide grinned, and then laughed at himself: "Actually, I was a refugee back then. If His Highness Prince Yan hadn't given me a bite to eat, I might have starved to death in the city of Youzhou."
Listen to what the black-hearted tour guide said.
At this moment, Zhao Chongyuan suddenly became silent.
Yes, population is the primary productive force. Some people have everything, while others have nothing.
It's a pity that some people are not human beings!
