The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Ganzhou is located in the southern part of the Yan Dynasty, which is a prosperous place, and has had abundant rainfall since ancient times.However, Jiayou had no rain for more than half a year in four consecutive years, the streams dried up, and the people's fields were cracked. Beixian and Zhuxian counties were the most severely affected.

"Zixiao, it's Peiliang, the capital of Ganzhou," Han Jing leaned over to Wan Zixiao, pointed to the city gate not far away, and said, "There is a bridge in front of the old temple of Peiliang Yue, called Sansheng The bridge. The local people say that walking on the Sansheng Bridge three times will never leave us for a hundred generations.”

Wan Zixiao turned his face to the side, and mocked: "My lord's preference, I'm afraid Yuelao can't control it. If there is a bridge in front of the temple of the son of Peiliang Rabbit, Zixiao would be willing to write a letter for the lord and invite the little mountain boy to come over."

Han Jing raised his eyebrows, and gently pressed Wan Zixiao's brows with the pulp of his index finger, as if facing a child who had done something wrong but refused to correct it, half pity and half annoyed, he was silent for a while before he smiled helplessly: "If you dare to be so angry with me, you are the only one in the whole world."

Wan Zixiao turned her face unnaturally, stared at both sides of the road, and deliberately changed the topic: "The drought in Ganzhou seems to be far worse than the description. Although the surrounding trees are not lush, they are not withered. It is not deep, and Ganzhou is located in the south. There should be a lot of groundwater. If wells are dug and canals repaired in time, the streets will not be full of refugees."

Han Jing put away his smiling face: "This is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

Wan Zixiao frowned slightly: "What?"

Han Jing sat back across from Wan Zixiao, opened his fan and shook it lightly: "Ganzhou has experienced a severe drought since last autumn, and the grain production has been reduced, but the tax for spring has not been reduced by one cent. Farmers will have no food after paying taxes, and there will be no seeds for spring. But if you don’t pay taxes, you will be used as a labor force, fortifications will be built in the north, and rivers will be connected in the south.”

"The magistrate of Ganzhou didn't report it?" Wan Zixiao was a little annoyed, and his tone was not kind: "Doesn't he know that this is driving people into chaos?"

Jin Wang Han Jing said with a slight smile: "Zi Xiao, you have also been through muddy water in this officialdom, how can you not know the mystery?"

Wan Zixiao was thoughtful, and with a little bit of advice, she suddenly realized: "My wife is mediocre. No matter how good the management is, it should be done. No matter how hard I think about it, it will be useless; if it is messed up, it will become a big achievement. When this disaster comes, it will be a big achievement. This is the opportunity for promotion..."

"What's more, there are people who want to take this opportunity to eat this piece of fat in the south of the Yangtze River." Han Jing moved towards Wan Zixiao and said in a low voice, "The magistrate of Ganzhou is called He Yudiao. He is a distant relative of Cao Guogong. This person has little talent but loves to attract guests." He has nothing to be afraid of, but he is afraid that there will be good people under him who will take advantage of Cao Guogong's loopholes in the future. When we go to Peiliang, it is not appropriate to startle the snake, and wait until we find out the situation before we start."

Wan Zixiao lowered his eyes and said, "My lord wants to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys."

"Yes!" Han Jing closed his fan with a "snap": "The chaos among the people is nothing more than survival. If they can survive, whoever is willing to fight with death, so the people in chaos should not be feared, but the people with ulterior motives are the ones to be feared."

"I really don't understand. You said that Ganzhou belongs to the south, so it should be more convenient for King Zhao, who is fiefdom in the east, if we want to quell the chaos! Why did you have to send King Jin's Beijing army over thousands of miles away?"

"Why is the magistrate worried about King Jin..."

"Actually, no, I just don't know what the emperor's intentions are. Why don't you think about it for me, sir."

"Gong Ziyuan is just a businessman, how dare he talk about state affairs. Don't embarrass the villain."

"Mr. is very intelligent, and the next official is also asking for advice, but Mr. said it's okay."

"My lord treats a villain with sincerity and dare not refuse, and if there is a slip of the tongue, my lord must forgive me a lot." The speaker was dressed in a dark green brocade robe with silver trimmings, and looked like a typical wealthy businessman: "The emperor has three brothers. Wang Hanxin has been sick all year round. Although Ganzhou belongs to the fiefdom, he has more than enough heart but not enough energy. Zhao Wang Hanqi is located in the east. If he recklessly asks for a battle, the emperor will suspect that he has different intentions. This is not appropriate. Jin Wang Hanjing lives in Beijing all the year round, and The fief is just in the north, so the emperor's transfer of the King of Jin has two benefits: first, the King of Jin is born here, so there is no need to worry about his birth; second, the transfer of the King of Jin to leave the capital can take the opportunity to weaken his strength."

"The king of Jin is worried about troubles in the court, so he wants to take away so many soldiers from the capital. He wants to..."

"Master Zhifu, be careful! This is the opinion of the whole family, so please smile after hearing this."

"Mr. is not a fish in a pond, and it is definitely beyond the tolerance of my little Ganzhou."

"My lord, Lord Wan, we have arrived at He Mansion." The groom tightened the reins, jumped off the carriage and stood aside obediently.

Gao Zhan got off his horse neatly, went to the door of He Mansion, showed the jade order, and said loudly: "Go and inform your Lord He that my prince is visiting."

The doorman, who was still dozing off, was clever, and after taking a closer look at Yu Ling, his expression changed drastically: "Please wait a moment, my lord, the villain will go and invite my lord." After saying that, he ran into the mansion.

Not long after, I saw He Yudiao rushing out of the mansion with a group of guests, panting heavily: "My lord... my lord... I don't know that the prince of Jin is here... It's too far away to welcome the lord to make amends."

Only then did Han Jing lift the curtain, bent down and walked out of the carriage: "Lord Wan was seriously injured in the attack, so it is inconvenient for me to go to Bei County with me, so I can only ask Lord He to take care of me on my behalf."

He Yudiao hurriedly bowed and bowed: "My lord, don't worry, I will do my best as an official."

Han Jing smiled and nodded, and took the opportunity to glance over He Yudiao's guests one by one. There were old men with white hair and white beards, and young scholars in square scarves and white shirts. Dozens of people looked quite ostentatious, and this He Yudiao really thought he was Lord Mengchang of Dayan.

"My lord, Mr. He!" A young man wearing a green background and silver stripes suddenly walked out of the crowd: "I have a little knowledge of medicine and would like to treat Mr. Wan."

Being so reckless, Han Jing was conflicted in his heart, and frowned displeasedly: "The doctor has some, don't bother this young master. It is reasonable for Mr. He to learn from Lord Meng Chang, and the guests to learn from Mao Sui."

He Yudiao looked embarrassed, but the self-recommended person did not show the slightest embarrassment: "The villain is not Mr. He's guest, but an ordinary businessman in Peiliang. My family has been dealing in various gold, silver and jade wares for generations, and I have been running around with my father since I was a child. To make a living, travel thousands of miles, meet many strange people and strangers, and naturally learn some tricks that are not known to outsiders."

The young man who claimed to be the owner of the gold shop had a nasal voice that could not be concealed. Presumably he had lived in the Northwest for a long time.High nose and thin lips, narrow and long eyes raised slightly, there is a bit of arrogance between the brows and eyebrows, and the humble and servile smile of ordinary people is not seen. The high-quality green lake satin makes the tall and straight figure even more, just like the perennial green bamboo in the mountain stream.After careful observation, Han Jing suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity, and couldn't help saying: "I don't know how to call this young master, but his accent doesn't look like this southerner."

The self-recommended person bent down slightly, and said plainly: "Young master Yuan, whose name is Qingxi. I am indeed not from the south, but my parents are dead, and I am away all year round. A wanderer can talk about his hometown."

Han Jing thought with a smile and said, "Since you are so confident, Mr. Yuan, then come and see Master Wan's injury later!"