Daqin: You have a son to help Su

Chapter 162 Zhao Zhi's Grandfather Fantasy, Withered Vine and Old Tree
In Zhao Zhihuagui's governor's mansion, Daijun Juncheng was reporting the news from Taiyuan County to him, and his son Fusu had left Taiyuan County for Daijun.

"Governor, the eldest son Fu Su is benevolent and caring for the people, and has a simple style. Your county guard's mansion is so extravagant, will it arouse your disgust?" Zhao Zhi's county magistrate was a little worried.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhi waved his hand indifferently, he had met Fusu before, and according to his seniority, he was Fusu's uncle, he was of the same generation as Qin Wangzheng, and his age was still older than Qin Wangzheng.

"I saw when the king just came back from Zhao Guo." Zhao Zhi shook his head and fell into the memory: "The king was a hostage in Zhao Guo at that time, and his life was very poor."

"But as soon as I returned to the court of the Qin State, the king never refused to enjoy the treatment of the grandson." Zhao Zhi said and laughed: "You see, the king is now accustomed to all enjoyment."

"Eldest son, this is not a luxury to enjoy. Besides, this is also for the ministers and common people to see."

"How many people will have preconceptions without knowing about the eldest son. The eldest son loves the people as his own son, but as long as he enjoys these things, the eldest son will understand the difference between us and those untouchables."

"Our lineage is noble, and it has been like this since the time of the Yellow Emperor, and it is finally our turn to be the son of heaven."

Although Zhao Zhi has only met his son Fusu twice, he is full of confidence. Qin Wangzheng is also from frugality to extravagance, but it seems that the current Qin Wangzheng has no idea of ​​from luxury to frugality.

"That's right! The county governor is born a nobleman and has the same clan as the king, so he will be treated like a pariah." The county magistrate flattered him.

"You should also be more careful, arrange the room where the eldest son rests and the maid must be ready," Zhao Zhi instructed.

"I don't have too high aspirations. I will be satisfied if I serve the eldest son well, and when the eldest son comes to power, entrust this generation of county to me. I will be the acting duke here and pass it on to future generations."

Zhao Zhi doesn't dislike Daijun being small and located in the frontier, after all, he has been here for a long time, and he is used to everything.

"You complete the task well, and you will be my country's prime minister in the future," Zhao Zhi gave Jun Cheng the letter that Jun Cheng gave him just now, and encouraged him with words.

Hearing Zhao Zhi's promise, Jun Cheng accepted the letter with a face of joy, and went to the room where Young Master Fusu rested to see if there were any mistakes.

"Where is the eldest son now?" Zhao Zhi thought while drinking, "It's a pity that there are only so many good wines in Wang Xing's place."

Where is Young Master Fusu now?In fact, he had already arrived in the jurisdiction of Daijun, because he wanted to see the situation of Daijun with his own eyes, so Fusu did not go directly to the city of Daijun.

On the barren land of Dai County, the scouts sent out to find the village also returned, and there was a dilapidated village not far ahead.

Fusu didn't want to make a big fuss, so he took Xun Yu, Guo Jia, Wang Zhi, Dian Wei, and Han Qinhu to the village.

This outfit doesn't look particularly luxurious. Fusu probably dressed up as a son of an official who came to Daijun to serve as an official.

Two relatively simple carriages carried six people to the village one after the other.

At the gate of the village, Fusula drove the curtain. Unlike most villages that are busy with farming in spring, the village here is obviously lifeless.

If there are two or two dead vines, a few old trees, and faint crows called 'cha-cha', it would be more suitable for this scene.

Ever since he got the news from Daijun, Fusu didn't know how many times he had frowned, and this village made him frowned again.

He led the five of them directly to the village. The door of the first room was already tattered. Fusu could even see through the gap that there was an old man lying on the ground with no clothes on his body.

"Old man, old man," Fusu knocked on the door instead of pushing hard.

Hearing someone coming from outside the house, the old man dragged his heavy body and slowly got up, his mouth could no longer speak because of his thirst.

Staggering step by step, he walked to the door, and through the crack of the door, he saw the six Fusu people in common clothes. After looking up and down, he knew that they were the sons of officials, but the old man was hesitating whether to open the door.

But when he saw the two big men in Fusu, the old man also knew that if he didn't open the door, the damaged door wouldn't be able to stop others.

"Excuse me. Who is your noble lord?" The old man's waist was already bent due to long hours of work, and it bent even further when he saluted Fusu.

Fusu hurriedly helped the old man up and asked, "Old man, what kind of village is this? Why are you at home alone?"

Looking at the few people in front of him, the old man thought they were sent by the county to demand a tax increase, but it didn't seem to be the case, it's just that the leader's Qin accent made the old man a little disgusted.

The old man hadn't drank water for a long time, and his throat was sore, so he could only point to his own throat, indicating that he couldn't speak.

Han Qinhu was from Julu County and was close to Lidai County, and his spoken language was also closer. He came up to the old man with a water bag to give him a drink, and asked in Zhuxia dialect with a Zhao accent: "Old man, what kind of village is this?"

Looking at the water in the water bag, the old man couldn't wait to drink a couple of sips, and then replied: "This is Yuan Village, and my family members have all gone to work in the fields. I am too old and weak to help, so I can only stay at home." on."

In fact, the old man has only been able to eat a little subsistence food for a long time. He is already skinny and his stomach is still a little abnormally bulging.

"Zitong, give the water bag to the old man." Fusu saw the old man reluctantly wanting to return the water bag, and gave the order directly.

"Wei!" Han Qinhu waved his hand, indicating that Zhao Guo's water bag was not needed anymore.

Looking at the water bag that he had taken two big gulps from, the old man was a little annoyed. If he had not drank so much just now, he could have left more water for his child.

"Old man, why is this village so deserted?" Fusu asked.

It may be that Fusu asked Han Qinhu to give the water bag to the old man. As for the old man accepting Fusu's identity as a Qin person, he replied: "Our village has a lot of taxes, and many families can't bear it, so they ran to Taiyuan County."

"Our village is fine. It is close to Taiyuan County. If many villages in Dai County are found to have escaped, they will even be executed."

Fusu didn't hear Wang Zhi say about this matter, and looked back at Wang Zhi, Wang Zhi also shook his head, expressing that he had never heard of this matter.

"My country of Qin collects only two-tenths of the tax, how can it be so hard?" Fusu could only try to get the answer from the old man.

The old man looked at Fusu in disbelief. It seemed that Fusu really didn't know the poverty of Dai County: "Two tenths of the tax is true, but there are too many miscellaneous taxes."

"There is a tax on the king's birthday, the tax on the sons and wives, and even the tax on the birth of a child. What should we do?" The old man couldn't see it anymore and howled a few times.

"It turns out that Qin State has low taxes, but it is worse than when Zhao State was here!"

The old man's words hit Fusu's heart like a hammer, and the places he stayed in before, such as Beidi City, were all Qin soil.

Fusu, the former Zhaojun who passed by later, also went to the village, and Fusu discovered this problem. The taxes of the original six eastern countries may really be higher than those of the original Qin.

(End of this chapter)