At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp
Chapter 477: You are so free, have you weeded your fields today?
Unfortunately, we passed each other by.
Xie Yuheng grabbed someone's arm and dragged him back.
"Hey, hey, hey, Yuheng, let go. Is it really a divine bird? Let me see it."
"I'll just watch. If I don't do anything, it won't lose any meat... Hey, hey, hey..."
"Come here, young man, you are bullying the elderly——"
No matter how Ren Chuchen called out, Xie Yuheng acted as if he didn't hear him. He didn't let go of his hand until he stepped into the central military tent.
After handing the letter from the Western Regions envoy to Zhao Zheng.
It is concise and tells the story of the war in Wusun and analyzes the domestic situation.
Zhao Zheng's hand holding the letter tightened slightly, and he looked at Chu Chen, who had straightened his face.
The old general said, "As expected."
"I wrote a letter to the emperor after the great defeat of the Wusun coalition. But after so much time, there is still no news at all."
"Also, a baggage train was supposed to arrive soon, but there's no sign of it yet."
Zhao Zheng sighed as he spoke, "The troops stationed in various places are not allowed to leave their stations without a transfer order."
"We sent someone back not long ago to see what the situation was, but they haven't come back yet."
The distance between Liangzhou and Shangjing is close to a month, and by the time people come back, the daylilies are cold...
Chu Chen slapped his thigh and said, "This is not right. I remember that old man Xun Guogong had more than fifty children."
"He's going back to his hometown to visit his relatives. He can't take all the children with him."
"Are you going to abandon the lives of those children in this rebellion?"
Xie Yuheng's gaze shifted slightly and fell on Chu Chen.
"It is better to have good quality children than to have many of them. I think Your Majesty should know this truth."
After all, for royal family members, the more children they have, the more people will divide the limited resources.
"I know, but even though my children are not very smart, I like every one of them very much."
Zhao Zheng held his forehead with his hand and interrupted, "Not every parent in the world loves their children as much as you and I do."
He cleared his throat and brought the topic back on track.
"The most important thing right now is how we can get back to help!"
But as the old saying goes, the distance is there, and it will take at least six or seven days to get there even at the fastest speed.
For the first time in his life, General Zhao felt that the progress of laying wooden tracks for trains was slow, too slow! !
I couldn't help but change the subject again, "Yuheng, can't this train just run on wooden tracks?"
"Why does it take so long to survey the geology?"
Xie Yuheng looked at the map, planned the route, and explained without turning his head:
"When the train is running, it needs a lot of water. Water is indispensable on the road."
"Also, we have to consider whether there is a possibility of landslides in the nearby mountains during rainy days, or whether they are directly washed away..."
After deciding on the route, Xie Yuheng drank two cups of tea in a row, and then he didn't care how Zhao Zheng and Chu Chen would return to help.
He lifted the curtain and went out.
One of them was surrounded by soldiers watching the fun, some of them with their mouths opened wide enough to fit a duck egg.
When they saw Xie Yuheng coming out, they all saluted respectfully.
Compared with the previous respect, it is even greater.
Zhao Zheng, who was barely able to go to the bottom lane, followed behind Xie Yuheng and sighed:
"I have never seen such a big bird in my life... a divine bird."
Chu Chen put his hand on his shoulder, "Tsk, you talk like you've seen the little divine bird."
Zhao Zheng's old face twitched. He always felt that in his previous life, Prince Rui was probably a professional in dismantling and rebuilding stages in the Liyuan Opera House.
In full view of everyone, the red bird flapped its wings and flew high again.
From a red dot to completely disappearing.
Everyone still felt unsatisfied until General Zhao roared.
"Are you all deaf? I've called you three times, let's discuss this matter!"
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, the patrolling ones continued their patrol, and the general walked into the central military camp with a guilty conscience.
Someone said: "I think it's probably too late to come back for help now!"
"Besides, with Marquis Jiangling here, it will be quicker for the Qingzhou army to come back to help. Why don't we go and deal with the merchants and landlords in various places?"
Another person denied it, saying, "The Qingzhou army is close, but after they come to support us, won't the Fuso people be unstoppable, like entering an unmanned territory?"
"I think we should send some of us back, at least let the Yizhou Army go back and clean up the rebels' lair!"
Someone else asked weakly, "Is this... news really reliable?"
"It is a big taboo in the army for the garrison to leave without orders."
It’s all thanks to Marquis Jiangling’s words. Whatever he says is the truth. The general really dares to believe it!
What if it wasn't? When the matter was settled afterwards, how many of the nine clans were wiped out?
Before Zhao Zheng could speak, Chu Chen waved his hand.
"Impossible, Marquis Jiangling is not someone who would joke about such things."
No matter how they discussed, Xie Yuheng knew nothing about it.
After the next morning, whenever they came across a town, Xie Yuheng would let the Vermillion Bird fly low.
The mountains of peanuts, chestnuts, etc. in the space fell down along with the "Book to All Peoples".
It fell on the houses like a sudden hailstorm.
This caused residents to observe carefully, but they found that there was no hail, but peanut rain? ?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, another piece of paper slowly fell.
You don’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it!
……
The summer days rise early. By the time the Vermillion Bird flies to Yongzhou, many people have already gone out to work, carrying their hoes.
Getting up early in the morning to clean up the weeds and returning home under the moonlight with hoes on hand is the true portrayal of countless farmers.
It is said that there are scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, but the poorest are the farmers who depend on the weather for their livelihood.
If a natural disaster occurs, a year’s work will be in vain!
After thousands of years of development in Daliang, the restrictions on merchants are no longer as strict as they were at the beginning.
Merchants are enjoying the best life, so what does it matter if they are the last in line?
You laugh at me for being rich and having a low status, and I laugh at you for being a country boy who has no food to eat and is poor and noble.
But this day is different...
It was like a miracle. The red-feathered divine bird passed through the archer's limit of range, leaving behind a cloud of white.
Children happily scrambled for the peanuts on the ground, and literate people waited for the paper to fall.
After a closer look, the rumors that had been spreading in the city in recent days were proven to be false.
The deceived people were so angry that they went straight to the local landlords with hoes to demand justice.
The landlord with a mustache stroked his big belly and said with a disdainful tone: "What do you mean it's not a tax increase? Don't talk nonsense, okay?"
"You know a few words, recognize a few high-ranking officials, and yet you're talking nonsense here!"
"You're so free, you must have weeded your fields today!"
The fat landlord said this and rolled his eyes.
If it wasn't for their common cause, he would not have come out of his beautiful concubine's arms so early in the morning.
Standing here, explaining to these poor farmers.
An old man came up to him and cursed, "You are talking nonsense! It is clearly written in the Book to All Nations."
"It means spreading the head tax into the land tax. This is a good thing!"
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