"Your Majesty is so eloquent, it seems that the Northern Expedition is inevitable!"
Wan Yanchun's cold voice brought Zhao Hong, who was looking in the direction of the student dormitory of Jiangwu Hall, back to reality.
Zhao Hong didn't finish looking at Yan Chun, he was still staring ahead in trance.
"Your Majesty, your beloved concubine passed away unfortunately. Doesn't this also allow you to suspend the Northern Expedition?"
Hearing Wan Yanchun's ridicule, Zhao Hong remained motionless, still not looking back, watching the students leave.
"Zhao Hong, do you really want to go all the way to the dark side and have to use troops against Dajin? Turn around, I'm talking to you!"
Wan Yanchun's voice grew louder unconsciously.
"Princess, please stop shouting in the middle of the night. Where is Nan'er?"
Zhao Hong finally turned his head. He looked around, but there was no sign of his son.
"You still care about your son? He played all day and fell into a deep sleep. I came to see how you deceived people, fanned the flames, made the world flow with blood, and made those young people lose their lives for you."
Wan Yanchun looked disdainful, as if he was mocking Zhao Hong.
"Young people are the future of a country. Why should they lose their lives or risk their lives? That is their choice. I will not confuse them, let alone lose their lives. They are doing what they like and serving the country and the people. In order to no longer have the shame of Jingkang, how can you lose your life for me personally?"
Zhao Hong said softly, the expression on his face difficult to distinguish in the darkness.
How can certain individuals control the patriotic enthusiasm that comes from people’s hearts?
"Zhao Hong, you are so eloquent that I can't speak against you! With your fallacious theories and military tactics, do you have to make mountains of bones and blood flow like rivers before you stop? Do you still have a conscience for your personal ambitions?"
Wan Yanchun was talking with excitement and a high-pitched voice. Some of the guards beside him quietly looked at Zhao Hong.
Perhaps because the guards were paying attention, the aggressiveness of Zhao Hong's words suddenly increased.
"Wan Yanchun, if you read more and think about it, you wouldn't say such nonsense. Forgetting history means betrayal. How can you erase the humiliation of the nation and the hatred of the country and the family with just one sentence? Go. Do you think I am Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, and I can accept a thief as my father and live on my last breath?"
Zhao Hong's face was ashen and he couldn't help but scolded him.
"You...why are you talking to me like this?"
Wan Yanchun was shocked and couldn't help but say something.
"Your Great Jin Kingdom is not the Chinese civilization, and it cannot carry the Han civilization. Isn't it allowed that the Song Dynasty is not allowed to bear it? Can you hear the voices of the 70 million Song people? The hatred of the country's subjugation and the hatred of the lost land , ask the millions of people of the Song Dynasty if they can forget the shame and humiliation of the Sheep-Leading Ceremony."
Zhao Hong was furious and walked away. The guard behind him gave Wan Yanchun a cold look and followed closely.
Wan Yanchun's face turned pale and his eyes filled with tears, but he did not follow.
She didn't have the courage to follow.
Once upon a time, the person I loved so much reached this point.
Zhao Hong, how could he openly humiliate himself like this?
Is it because his beloved concubine unfortunately had a difficult childbirth?
Zhao Hong's mood became bad, and the guards quickly opened the door of the martial arts hall and watched Zhao Hong leave.
On the school grounds, feeling the cold and disgusted looks of the Imperial Guards around him, Wan Yanchun glared and wanted to get angry, but finally held back and left sadly.
What is her identity, and why does she need to be angry in the Jinling Lecture Hall, the holy land of the Song Dynasty? Everyone among these Forbidden Army students regarded Zhao Hong as a god, so why should she humiliate herself?
Did she know too little about Zhao Hong?
Zhao Hong left the Jinling Martial Arts Lecture Hall, walked a hundred steps, and reached the Tianjin Bridge. He took a few breaths of fresh air. At this time, his anger gradually disappeared.
Wan Yanchun is just another version of Li Weiming. In the face of national survival, people's hearts are all selfish, and there is nothing wrong with that. Why was he so angry?
He and Wan Yanchun can no longer go back to the past.
Looking from the railing, there are stars on both sides of the Tianjin Bridge and they are steaming. It looks like many shops have opened.
"Dong Songchen, you are wearing official uniform, so don't follow me here. Go back and rest."
Zhao Hong glanced at Dong Songchen and Li Tang who were following him, then turned and moved forward.
Needless to say, those young students in the martial arts hall just now were all instigated by guys like Li Tang. They know themselves too well and know that they are in a bad mood, but they have high expectations for young people and are harmless.
After entering the steamed stuffed bun shop, the steaming steamed buns were served, along with the steaming hot bean paste. Zhao Hong adjusted his mood and started eating slowly.
"Shopkeeper, how's your business going?"
Zhao Hong ate the buns, looked at the shopkeeper and his wife who were busy, and asked softly.
He likes this kind of fireworks, and hopes that all the people at the bottom can live a more relaxed life and not be stressed out.
Zhao Hong waved his hand and signaled, and Li Tang and others sat down at another table nearby.
"Officials, people from all over the world come to Jinling City, even people from overseas come. There are many people eating and drinking. As long as you are willing to put in the effort, the business will be good!"
The shopkeeper, who was in his fifties, said with a smile.
Although Zhao Hong often gave lectures in the martial arts hall in Jinling, he lived in seclusion. As a commoner, he naturally did not know that the person eating was the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Hong ate the buns and nodded slightly.
There are many schools in Jinling, and many new industries are located in Jinling. It is also the first choice for the implementation of the New Deal. People travel from south to north and overseas. Today's prosperity is as prosperous as Lin'an City.
"Life is getting better now, and I can have enough to eat. But we have fought too many battles. Fighting every day is frightening!"
The shopkeeper's wife couldn't help but say something verbose.
"You're a woman, you know nothing!"
The shopkeeper scolded his wife, turned back to Zhao Hong and the others, and smiled again.
"If there hadn't been a war, the Tatars would have come to your house long ago. How could you still do business with peace of mind? The emperor was wise and powerful. In the battle of Hanzhong, the Tatars were pissed off, and the Song Dynasty was kept safe for a few more years. You Instead of staying at home, they went to burn, kill, and loot my place in the Song Dynasty. If they didn't fight, how could they kowtow and plead guilty? Erlang and Sanlang joined the army. That was to protect the family and the country, to honor the ancestors, not to make a living."
The first half of the shopkeeper's sentence was addressed to Zhao Hong and others, and the second half was to warn his wife.
"I didn't say anything bad about the emperor!"
The shopkeeper's wife muttered something and continued to clean up, not daring to say another word.
"Shopkeeper, I don't want to hear what you are saying. The emperor is very aggressive and fights every day. Don't you think the people's service is too heavy? Are the hard days of building roads and bridges and transporting food and grass every day still over? "
There was a Confucian scholar having breakfast next to him, and he frowned and said it.
"You, Niang, are talking bullshit!"
There was another thick and dark man with a stern expression on his face, and he immediately retorted.
"The people have more servants than before, but the roads are better, there are more bridges, and travel is more convenient. The people are a little harder, but now there are more opportunities, and the money they earn is no less than before. The emperor transferred a large amount of grain, fruits and vegetables from Southeast Asia. . Nowadays, food, salt, oil and vinegar are all cheaper. In the past, some people were hungry and had problems with food and clothing. Now under the emperor’s rule, is anyone hungry?"
Since the imperial court implemented the New Deal on Jiangnan East Road and built roads and bridges, the official roads from Jinling City to the various states are all cement roads. Even the roads between states and counties are gravel roads, and some of them have been turned into cement roads. Each of the repaired piers has been given a new look.
Nowadays, four-wheeled carriages are more common on official roads, and steamships are not uncommon on rivers. Although the people have more errands, they are all in winter and do not delay the farming work.
As for the food issue, with the help of the Song Dynasty's overseas colonies and the prosperity of the Song Dynasty's overseas trade, ship after ship of food was shipped in from overseas, so that people could eat even in disaster years. The imperial court also set a protective price for grain, so people did not suffer any loss from farming.
The Song Dynasty court did a good job in protecting people's livelihood.
"You guys, what you said is that the people's servitude is too heavy and the life is still very hard. This is a fact. For example, in Jiankang Mansion, the New Deal has been implemented for almost ten years. In addition to having enough food to eat, the people also have what?"
The Confucian scholar replied with a handsome face.
Zhao Hong sighed secretly. The fact that the common people have enough to eat means that there are still people who don't have enough to eat, but we don't know why.
"People can have enough to eat, children can go to school for free, and young people have the opportunity to go out and do work. What else do you want to do? If I hadn't known you for many years, I really don't know if you are a Tatar craftsman!"
Some diners knew Confucian scholars and couldn't help but get angry.
Judging from his shabby clothes and thick joints, he seemed to work hard for a living.
"Zhao Er, of course you are satisfied. You used to have neither enough food nor clothing, but now you are working hard carrying bags on the pier in the west of the city. You are exhausted. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Ru Shi and Zhao Er started fighting each other.
"What's wrong with me? I rely on my own hands, I don't steal or rob, and I feel at ease. My wife also makes money in a shoe factory, and my two children go to school without paying any money. I am very content. But you, Mr. Jia, you I don't know how to achieve anything, I just complain. I forgot to ask you, why did you get up so early?"
"What else can we do? It's not just to go to the dock to work as a dentist. If it weren't for the large number of merchant ships coming and going at the Jinling dock, Mr. Jia wouldn't be able to find something to do easily."
Some diners laughed.
Yaren are merchants or middlemen who negotiate deals, introduce transactions, and collect commissions for buyers and sellers in the market. Today's Jinling is a large wharf, with an endless stream of merchant ships traveling from south to north, including overseas. Glass, porcelain, soap, tea, etc., including various ironware, are all shipped from here. And grain, fruits, gold, silver, iron, copper, medicinal materials, and horses came in from outside. Jinling International has busy domestic trade and many job opportunities, which also allows scholars like Jia Fuzi to make a living.
"If it weren't for me, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty would have been beaten as badly as that bullshit Jin Kingdom! The emperor showed no mercy to corrupt officials, but he was so good to the people! With such a good emperor, secretly Have fun!”
"Now our army in the Song Dynasty is strong and our horses are strong. There are more people from overseas. When walking on the street, I feel that as a Song Dynasty, my face is bright! My waist is straighter!"
Another diners spoke out one after another.
The Confucian scholar lowered his head to eat without saying anything. If you continue to be stubborn, I'm afraid you'll be beaten.
Zhao Hong was thoughtful. Since Jinling City is busy with domestic and foreign trade, it would be of great benefit to the Song Dynasty to hold a "Jiangnan Trade Fair" like later generations.
"You think, if the imperial court launches the Northern Expedition, can it defeat the Tatar army?"
Some diners changed the topic.
"Of course! The Tatars only have a few people, but our Song Dynasty has 70 million! Our Song Dynasty can afford to pay for two to three hundred thousand officers and soldiers, but can the Tatars afford it?"
"No! The imperial court has tens of thousands of artillery pieces. If you fire a salvo, the Tatar cavalry will not be turned into dregs?"
"The Tatar army in Hanzhong was beaten to pieces by the official army? With hundreds of thousands of border troops heading north, the Tatars will be defeated and the official army will win!"
The diners chatted and talked with great interest. They talked about military affairs, and everyone was an expert.
"The king's army is going to the north, and the Tatar army is no match. The two countries are fighting not for the number of people, but for national strength. The Tatars are located in Mobei, and they only have cattle, sheep, and livestock, and they are short of products. But we, the Song Dynasty, are rich in products. We have all kinds of gold, silver, copper, iron, grain, salt and vinegar. In addition, we have a holy emperor in the Song Dynasty. Our army has sharp weapons and well-trained soldiers. It may be too difficult for the Tatars to win!"
This time it was Jia Fuzi who made a more "professional" analysis.
"Master Jia, you still have some insights. It's such a pity that you're not appreciating your talent! I'll pay your bill!"
Zhao Er nodded repeatedly, his face flushed.
"Don't you call me a Tatar craftsman now? Thank you for paying the bill!"
Jia Fuzi said seriously, Zhao Er scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed, and everyone laughed again.
"You all listen up! When the two rivers recover, I will go to Hebei, buy hundreds of acres of land, and become a high official. By then, if you want to eat my steamed buns, you have to go to Hebei!"
The shopkeeper also chimed in with interest.
"Shopkeeper, you are already a high-ranking official, but you still sell steamed buns?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
In an instant, Zhao Hong's mood improved again.
Only among these ordinary people did he feel that he was needed by them and had some real value.
