Zhang Yue was also a little envious when he saw this situation.

I can only say that the people's hearts in the feudal era were so easy to harvest.

The ruler only needs to know a little more acting skills and learn to make some gestures, and can easily harvest the hearts of the people.

If you introduce a few more preferential policies and occasionally care about the sufferings of the people, it means that the Buddhas of all families will be born and the Holy King will be alive.

Unfortunately, even such a simple thing will cause a lot of scumbags to mess up.

The ancients said: Those who eat meat are despised, they are really sincere and do not deceive me!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue bowed forward and said, "My younger generation, Zhang Zizhong, have met all the elders of Xinfeng, gentlemen and fathers and brothers!"

It is impossible for the elders and fellow villagers to use it, but the father and brother can still use it forcibly.

"I've seen Shizhong Zhang!" Countless people bowed again.

But he was puzzled in his heart: Isn’t this Shizhong official nicknamed ‘Zhang Chiyou’? Why do he speak so kindly? He seems to be a gentle gentleman?

He listened to Changsun moving forward and raised his hand and said, "Get up quickly, the ground is cold..."

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly said, "Thank you for your grace..."

Then they each got up, then quietly raised their eyes and looked forward at the faces of the two big men who would dominate Xinfeng.

His Highness Changsun, wearing a robe and a crown, was decent and demeanor. He was indeed a gentleman of Mu Mu.

And that "Zhang Chiyou" was even more energetic and looked gentle and elegant, like a humble gentleman who came out of poetry and books.

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"This...this...this..." Xu Rong looked up and his pupils suddenly magnified. Why are the two people in front of him so familiar? Are they the two people who came to see that day?

"It's indeed the eldest grandson of Liu..." Xu Rong sighed in his heart: "There is the spirit of the legacy of Wen Jing!"

Xu Rong's mind suddenly appeared in his mind when he was young and had heard his elders tell the stories of the late emperor traveling around Guanzhong when he was young, and some unrestrained things when he was young today.

He thought these things had come to an end.

But I never expected that I would face the legend and the story one day.

A Changsun and Shizhongguan, who can understand the people's conditions and examine the sufferings of the people, came to Xinfeng.

What changes will they bring to Xinfeng?

Xu Rong suddenly became full of expectations.

"Holy Emperor!" Xu Rong was sighing, and heard an old farmer not far away suddenly sobbing and cried, "How lucky is the old man that he has been to come in person with His Highness and the Minister to ask about his illness!"

Wang Fugui now felt as if he was immersed in a honey jar.

No matter what, he never expected that the Changsun of the Han Dynasty and the Shizhong of the Han Dynasty had visited his house in person to greet him, and had personally asked about his family's suffering.

"My family is saved! I'm saved!" Wang Fugui cried and laughed, like a child.

He remembered the stories his father and ancestors once told. During the reign of Emperor Taizong, the late emperor and the princes often visited Guanzhong.

They went in and out of the village pavilions and played with their neighbors.

They punish illegality, punish unfiliality, help the poor and weak, and severely blame the powerful.

Wherever they pass, their legends are left everywhere.

When he ascended the throne, the late emperor immediately issued an edict, postponing the age of the people from twenty to twenty years old, and preventing the age of the old from sixty to fifty-five years old.

It is truly a blessing to the people!

And now, the same legend has come true in myself.

So……

In the future, Changsun ascended the throne and the common people in the world, like their own family, wouldn’t it be possible to live a good life?

For Wang Fugui, he didn't understand any great principles, but he knew that a Changsun who was willing to come to his house, talk to him, ask about his sufferings, and listened to his misfortune must be a good Changsun, and must be a saint like Wenjing!

Perhaps, one day, his descendants will no longer have to go hungry.

Perhaps one day, his descendants will no longer have to suffer from the cold.
Chapter completed!