Not only the two young men of the Cao family were confused, but Wang Zhi himself was also confused. However, when he turned around and thought about it, he felt that it might be his sincerity that moved Zhang Tianshen, and then he stopped thinking about it and followed Zhang Tianshen attentively. Practice martial arts and marksmanship.
Inside the hospital, people were sweating like rain, and outside the hospital, they were bored.
In this busy Taolin Lane, the sun turned over the eaves and shined towards the Zhang family's gate.
With a creak, the door opened, and the three sons of the Wang family went out. Instead of lifting one up as usual, the three of them all walked in the alley with smiling faces.
"Xiao Cao, they are coming out!"
Xiaoru greeted Mrs. Cao, and the two followed her.
In the Zhang family courtyard, Madam Lu asked her beloved husband after seeing the three Wang brothers leaving, "Sir, why did you change your mind today and accept him as your disciple?"
The two Zhang brothers heard this and stopped to listen.
Zhang Shuye couldn't put it down while wiping the dragon pattern gun. Hearing this, he just raised his head and explained briefly, "This kid has perseverance and dares to fight, just like me."
Lu naturally knew her husband's character and knew that he must have his own reasons for accepting a disciple. Since his husband didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions.
She actually had no ill feelings toward Wang Zhi. On the contrary, she had a lot of affection for this young man who had a resolute face and refused to admit defeat no matter how he was beaten. She looked at her husband with affectionate eyes, and she really looked like him.
Naturally, Zhang Shuye would not accept a disciple just because his personality resembled his own, but he heard something about Wang Zhi on his way to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to report yesterday.
After hearing that he established a new school, compiled a dictionary, and dared to take action against his classmates, Zhang Shuye had other thoughts in his mind: This boy is affectionate, righteous, literary, and ambitious. There is no way he will be able to accomplish this in the future. A wish that may never be fulfilled in a lifetime.
And after a few days of observation, he also discovered that this boy was really sincere in his apprenticeship, rather than coveting the beauty of his wife. What kind of woman could such a young man from a wealthy family, with both civil and military skills, want?
Zhang Shuye laughed at himself, he regarded his beloved wife as a treasure, and others would think he had ulterior motives even if he looked at her. Now that he thinks about it, it's actually a bit ridiculous.
"Wang Clan of Langya...the family of the Western Army..." He wiped the magic weapon and muttered to himself, unable to tell what he was thinking.
When Wang Zhi left Taolin Lane, he did not go back to the palace, nor to Xicheng Juxian Hall, but went straight to the Kaifeng government office.
When he arrived in front of the government office building, the guards did not dare to stop him. They all knew that this was a master who could not be offended, so they let him in directly.
Wang Zhi and the others could enter the government office, but the two young men from the Cao family could not. They could only guard outside the government office. Naturally, they had no idea why these guys came to the government office.
Thinking about the relationship between this guy and the Prince's Mansion, it became a bit clear.
This time, the two young men did not have to wait too long. A quarter of an hour later, they saw Wang Zhi pulling the prince out. Then the two got into a carriage and headed west under the protection of a group of soldiers and the two Wang brothers. .
The two young men were hanging far away and did not dare to get too close, so naturally they could not hear the conversation in the carriage.
"Cousin, are you serious? Is there anyone who can deal with the refugees outside the city?"
Zhao Huan grabbed Wang Zhi's hand, and the joy in his tone was beyond words. In the past few days, more and more refugees had gathered outside the city, and it was about to exceed 10,000. Although they were all driven outside the west city and put under unified care, No one was allowed into the city.
But there is no way to continue like this. The daily consumption of money and food represents a huge amount. More than 10,000 people just eat and do not work. No matter how rich Kaifeng Mansion is, it will not be able to support them for long, and the number of refugees is still there every day. Hundreds and thousands have accumulated, and I don’t know when they will end.
The cousin's idea of building a workshop to make them self-sufficient is a good idea, but this workshop is not something that can be easily built, at least not by Zhao Huan, the head of the palace.
All the technical talents who built the workshops were tightly held in the hands of the wealthy families. It was what they relied on for survival, and they would not just hand it over to the imperial court.
In addition, the upstream and downstream of the raw materials and the upstream and downstream of the sales channels are also in the hands of the aristocratic family. Even if you build something, but take away the interests of the aristocratic family, they can join forces to boycott you and let the things you produce pile up. Become scrap in the warehouse.
Even as to how to build this workshop, he, as the ruler of the mansion, had no idea. He was so worried these days that he almost turned bald.
Wang Zhi patted his hand and comforted him: "Oh, cousin, don't worry, I have never deceived you. Someone from my clan came to report to me early this morning, saying that the person I want has arrived in Kaifeng, because he brought something There are quite a lot of them, and it is inconvenient to enter the city, so I asked them to gather in the woods outside the west city. I think the time is almost up, so we have to hurry there."
"Okay! Okay! Okay!!" Zhao Huan was extremely happy, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
Wang Zhi continued to comfort him: "Outsiders don't know the details of our family. Cousin, don't you know? My uncle personally allocated the manpower, can it be any worse?"
"Ah, my uncle took care of it himself. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It made me worry for so long."
Zhao Huan pretended to be angry on his face, but he was completely relieved in his heart.
Wang Zhi and Zhao Huan are cousins, so naturally they are Wang Zhi's father and uncle. However, the relationship is a bit distant, and they have not even met a few times. If Wang Zhi hadn't come forward, this distant uncle would not have I can see how much respect I will give to him, the prince's nephew.
Wang Zhi just wanted to put the credit on himself, and he didn't want to mention his uncle. If he hadn't seen his cousin being distracted all day long, he wouldn't have mentioned it at all.
The two brothers swayed and chatted all the way in the carriage. They walked for an unknown amount of time before the carriage stopped. A guard reported that they had arrived.
Wang Zhi got off the carriage and reached out to help Zhao Huan down. After the carriage left and there was no longer any cover in front of them...the two brothers were completely stunned.
The scenery outside the city in the past is no longer visible. Everything you see is in tatters. There are men, women, old and young. You can't even see the end of it. There is no trace of human beings anywhere.
The world is filled with gray and white, which is the color of numbness and the breath of death.
Those who were strong went to help dig canals, divert water, and build mud houses. They were stooped and struggled to get up after falling down countless times, just to get one more bun a day. Those who had no strength lay on the ground without moving, and they didn't know. It's life or death.
There are also boys, girls and children kneeling on the side of the road with signs stuck behind their backs.
This is not a contract worker with a signed contract and seal, this is a real slave who sold himself. If God didn't give him a way to survive, why would he be like this!
Inside and outside the city, there is a paradise and a hell!
The Song Dynasty was a paradise for scholar-bureaucrats and a hell for common people!
Seeing the nobles coming down from the carriage, the poor people around them gathered around. Some were begging for food, some were selling themselves, and some said they could still make cows and horses... They were all stopped by the guards.
"Cousin, what did you see?"
Wang Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down, looked forward, and spoke.
"me…"
Zhao Huan's mouth was trembling, his body was trembling, but he couldn't speak at all.
As for the impression of the refugees, he was limited to the descriptions in the memorials, and the concepts were limited to cold numbers.
Refugees... can only be described as 'poor'.
But why is this poor? Why is it bitter?
Do you want him to answer?
He has lived in the most prosperous city in the world since he was a child, living in the most exquisite palace, eating the most delicious food in the world. The most miserable person he has ever seen is himself, who lost his mother when he was young.
But he still has a complete family, with younger brothers and sisters, a wife and son. Compared to these people in front of him, what does his hardship mean?
He had never seen such a scene of hell on earth with his own eyes, and never imagined that the world outside Bianjing was of this color.
This is the world of his Zhao family, his people, and it is his Zhao family that has caused all this.
He was speechless and filled with guilt.
"They are water, little by little, drop by drop. When they are calm, they will flow along the river into the sea, but when they are angry, they will also set off huge waves, forming a rolling torrent that can sweep the world."
"The imperial court is a boat, a flat boat sailing on the water of this river."
Wang Zhi's voice rang in his ears and turned into a picture in his mind, a picture of a light boat riding a river into the sea.
"cousin."
Wang Zhi turned to stare into Zhao Heng's eyes and said slowly, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it."
Wang Zhi's words were gentle, but they were carved into his heart like a knife.
In just an instant, the river roared in the painting, and the sky collapsed. The boat on the water was swallowed by the rolling torrent, sank to the bottom of the river, and was never seen again.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked frightened and gasped for air. He knew that what his cousin said was true, and he was about to drive this small boat on the river.
At this moment, it seemed that he was not driving a small boat, but carrying a huge mountain on his back, carrying this torrent on his back, and walking hard on the river bed. He was sweating and in pain, but he could only bear it alone.
Suddenly, a strong big hand hugged his shoulder, held up the river for him, picked up his small boat, and placed it steadily on the river.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Facing his cousin's eyes, which were so confident that he could bear the sky falling for him, he felt inexplicably relaxed, unprecedentedly relaxed.
"Um!"
He nodded heavily!
When Zhao Dexian and a group of officials from Kaifeng Prefecture saw Wang Zhi and Zhao Huan coming, they hurriedly put down their work and rushed over.
"Master's house, Mr. Fu."
Zhao Dexian stepped forward to salute, but he unconsciously ranked Wang Zhi at the forefront, probably because he knew in his heart who the real decision-maker among the two was.
"Dexian, you did a good job. You have worked hard these past few days."
Wang Zhi stepped forward and put his arm around Zhao Dexian's shoulders. He didn't care what he had done in the past few days and started to praise him.
"Serving my family and the prince is my duty. I don't dare to say it's hard."
Zhao De leaned slightly and was very respectful.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Gao Yanei and Wang Yanei are both from the same Yanei, so why are there such big differences?
