"I didn't expect that King Zheng would be so loved by the people! These are the true descendants of Taizu!"
At this time, Sun Rong came to Yang Fan's side and whispered.
He also came from a poor background and suffered a lot before finally entering the palace and becoming a eunuch. Therefore, after seeing this scene, he couldn't help but have a good impression of Zhu Zhaoyan, who was kind to the people.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Sun Rong: "What do you mean, he did a pretty good job?"
Sun Rong said categorically: "Of course, at least he is much better than those princes and grandsons who spend their days and nights oppressing the people!"
Yang Fan did not comment on Sun Rong's words and just said: "Let's continue taking a look."
Sometimes, those who act ugly are really ugly.
What is good is not necessarily truly good.
Let’s go and see!
However, at least in Yang Fan's view, this Zhu Zhaoyan is anything but simple.
Soon after, Yang Fan and others followed Zhu Zhaoyan's car to Yongfeng Town. At this time, the bodies of the people had already been collected and buried.
After the last corpse transformation, many corpses were badly damaged and had to be patiently patched up.
Zhu Zhaoyan got out of the car and witnessed this scene, with a sad look on his face, and said with guilt: "This is because I have neglected my duty and cannot protect the people under my rule!"
A man in gray robe comforted him: "Master, this is a man-made disaster, what does it have to do with Your Highness? The only solution for now is to catch the murderer to comfort the souls of the dead people in heaven!"
That look is so hypocritical!
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Yan Lei next to him, and suddenly asked: "Yan Lei, do you know the identity of the man in gray robe?"
Before Yan Lei could speak, Jiang Xiong had already jumped out and said, "Sir, I know this from my humble position."
"oh?"
Jiang Xiong quickly told the information he found.
"This man's name is Cui Can. He is the steward of Prince Zheng's palace. He has been with the Seventh Prince for a long time. He is quite mysterious. According to the investigation, he comes from a declining Taoist sect and has the cultivation level of a mage."
"Cui Can, mage."
Yang Fan nodded. This person's strength is not low. He comes from a small sect, but he can be promoted to a Taoist mage. It is obviously not something that ordinary people can do!
Yang Fan made a brief inquiry and then handed over the matter to Yan Lei and Jiang Xiong, asking them to arrange for people to go everywhere to keep an eye on the tomb building and sweeping.
And he took Sun Rong and rode away, intending to take a look around.
Perhaps because he was finally able to go on a mission, Sun Rong asked excitedly: "Xiao Fanzi, where are you taking me?"
Yang Fan said calmly: "Didn't you say that the seventh prince is very loved by the people and that he is a true descendant of Taizu? I want to see if this is really the case."
After all, is there any easier way to find the answer than to go and see the people in person?
At least not in Yang Fan's mind.
Although Sun Rong next to him didn't understand the meaning of Yang Fan's words, he didn't ask any more questions.
Because he believed that Yang Fan would not harm him.
The two of them rode on horseback and soon arrived at another town within the Huangzhuang area. This town had not been affected by the massacre, so it seemed peaceful and peaceful.
Yang Fan and Sun Rong tied their horses outside the town. Even the weakest Sun Rong was a martial artist or above, so it was easy for the two of them to enter the town without anyone noticing.
They silently observed the town as bystanders.
In the town, the people give people a feeling of living and working in peace and contentment.
All the people I saw had smiles on their faces, and some children were playing carefree on the streets with clear and sweet laughter.
"I didn't expect that a small town in an imperial village would have such an amazing scene."
Sun Rong was silent for a long time when he saw this, and finally couldn't help but sigh, with envy and emotion in his tone.
I don’t know if it reminds me of my childhood.
Yang Fan's eyes flashed and he said, "Let's find a house to look at."
He always felt that something was wrong!
These people are a little too happy!
How could the ancient people have so many happy things? How heavy were the exorbitant taxes and hard labor?
But why was there not even one person they saw who looked sad?
Weird!
Not long after, he and Sun Rong came to a house. The house was somewhat dilapidated. Yang Fan opened the door and walked in directly.
There was no one in the house, but the pots and pans showed signs of use. It was obvious that someone lived here, but the other person was not at home at this time.
He looked at the rice vat next to the stove and reached out to lift the lid. There was not a grain of rice in it, but some wilted wild vegetables.
There were traces of cooking wild vegetables that had not been cleaned in the pot.
Obviously, this family's life is quite difficult.
Sun Rong couldn't help but show a hint of sympathy on his face: "I didn't expect that there would be such a poor family in such a town."
Yang Fan saw him throwing down a piece of broken silver and said nothing. He walked out and entered another house. The situation of this house was almost exactly the same.
Sun Rong's money bag couldn't help but shrink a little again.
"I can help a little bit."
In this way, they visited more than a dozen houses in a row, and the situation in almost every house was exactly the same. All these people lived in extreme poverty, eating bark and wild vegetables all day long.
There are even people who save Guanyin soil for food.
This scene obviously had a strong impact on Sun Rong, making his lips tremble violently, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"What's going on?"
He was completely confused.
Maybe it's an accident for one family, but if it's like this for every family, there's a problem.
Moreover, living such a life, how can one always smile?
At this moment, Sun Rong thought about the expressions of those people in the town, and an inexplicable and strange chill suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, giving him an unspeakable fear.
Yang Fan's eyes flashed and he said slowly: "I'm afraid we have discovered something extraordinary."
Even if the factory guards of Dongchang secretly patrol around, they probably won't pay much attention to the lives and deaths of these ordinary people.
Instead, they accidentally broke through all of this.
Moving on to the next family, they finally saw people. This family did not go out. They were a middle-aged couple, and they were having a meal.
Yang Fan and Sun Rong stood outside, frowning as they watched the two eating Guanyin soil and wild vegetables, but still with happy smiles on their faces.
At this time, they also heard the conversation between the couple in the room.
"Husband, I can't eat anymore, but I'm so hungry..."
"Ah Hua, if you bear with me a little longer, everything will be fine."
"Husband, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day. When I die, just eat my flesh and continue living for me!"
"Ahua, what stupid words are you talking about? How can I eat your flesh?"
However, the wife murmured in her sleep: "Husband, I dreamed about my daughter again. She seemed to be calling me, calling me, shouting for me to continue living for her... Now, I can't hold on any longer, and I can only help myself." You survived together for us.”
The two said creepy words while still smiling.
It seems like the only emotion left in the body is happiness.
When Yang Fan and Sun Rong heard this, their expressions finally changed.
