"There are no people for thousands of miles... The traces of ditches and ridges are often still there. But thorns become forests, and there is no size of plowing."

This is the most official record of the disaster caused by the return of Sanyi to the river described by Su Che in "The Imperial Examination System". It is also the tragic scene that Zhao Huan witnessed with his own eyes when he returned to Bianjing from Xijin Prefecture -

Even though it has been decades since the last Yellow River burst its banks, the generous and tragic land of Yanzhao is still thousands of miles away from people. Henan, the hometown of Yan and Huang, is covered with thorns. Jingxiang has become a barren land. Jiangsu and Zhejiang, known as the land of fish and rice, are no longer as prosperous as they used to be.

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The fragility of life is fully exposed in the face of cold numbers, and is faithfully recorded in history books by ruthless words. Even with Zhao Huan's ruthless character, who often wanted to use people to build capital buildings, he could not calmly face such a tragic situation in the world.

But from Song Renzong to Song Shenzong to Song Zhezong, as well as the instigator Li Chui, these bastards can face it calmly.

One of these bastards dared to write it, and the other three dared to believe it, and each one was more tolerant than the other. They not only spent the hard-earned money of the common people, but also did not take the lives of the common people seriously. What they left to future generations was Henan and Hebei.

Thousands of miles of uninhabited mess, there are endless cases of killing officials and rebelling.

Because if you don’t kill officials and rebel, you won’t be able to live. Even if you know that the consequences of killing officials and being recruited will be to be used as cannon fodder and be sent to the border to die by the court, is that better than starving to death, right?

Zhao Huan withdrew his gaze from the snow-covered land outside the royal chariot. He wished he could dig out those bastards Zhao Zhen and Li Chui from the ground and whip their corpses.

He Ji, who came to report the news, asked: "What happened?"

He Ji didn't show off, and immediately bowed and said: "As a warning to the officials, Korea has sent an envoy to pay tribute. The envoy has already set off and will arrive in Mingzhou in a few days."

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In the 26th year of Kaiyuan of the Tang Dynasty, Yun County of Yuezhou was divided into four counties: Yun, Fenghua, Cixi, and Wengshan, and a state was established. It was named Mingzhou because of the Siming Mountains in the territory. In the third year of Chunhua of the Song Dynasty, the Hangzhou Shipping Department was moved to Dinghai County, which belongs to the state.

, it returned to its old form the following year. In the second year of Xianping, a shipping department was established in the prefecture. "Fujian and Guangzhou were in the south, Japanese were in the east, and Goguryeo was in the north. Merchant ships came and went, and goods were abundant."

As a Goryeo envoy who had been to the Song Dynasty and stayed in Mingzhou for a period of time, Jin Fushi knew a lot about Mingzhou, and even knew the history of Mingzhou better than many native Mingzhou people.

However, it has only been a year since I last came to Mingzhou, and Mingzhou has become strange——

The city was still the same city, the people were still the same, and even the officials from the Shipping Department of Song State who were with him were still Fei Bubu, whom they met last year. Everything seemed to be the same, but Jin Fushi felt something different.

of strangeness.

It wasn't until he walked around Mingzhou accompanied by Pei BuTong that Jin Fushi realized where this strange feeling came from.

The last time he came to Mingzhou, Jin Fushi felt that there was no difference between Mingzhou and the port cities of Goryeo. They were both equally lifeless, and the faces of the people who were full of food were also full of dullness. The eyes of the man next to him were even more lifeless.

There is a hint of despair and unwillingness hidden inside.

But this time, Mingzhou is still Mingzhou, but the people of Mingzhou have changed - the color on their faces is still the same, but the dull look has disappeared, and the trace of despair and unwillingness hidden in Fei Bubu's eyes has also disappeared.

Disappeared, it seemed that everyone in the entire Mingzhou City became in high spirits!

While thinking about it, two words suddenly popped up in Jin Fushi's mind.

The prosperous Tang Dynasty!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Jin Fushi's words were much more polite than last year: "After all these years, Jin is still busy, but Mr. Fei's demeanor is even better than before. It is really enviable."

Fei BuTong smiled and said: "Jin Sikong has received the award. I have been working hard for many years and am buried in paperwork all day long. How can I compare to Jin Xianggong's demeanor?"

Lower official! Lower official! Last year you clearly called yourself a lower official! Why did you become my official this year? How could you, a small official of the Ministry of Shipping, still want to be on the same level as this official, Gaoli, Sikong?

If it were Zhao Huan here, he would definitely feel that Jin Boushi was roaring crazily in his heart, but his face was full of smiles and even the corners of his eyes were distorted, just like those keyboard players who punch hard on the Internet but are submissive in real life.

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But Fei Bubu didn't feel anything was wrong.

Didn't the newspaper say that the official Chengtian was appointed as the emperor? As a citizen of the emperor, any common people in the Song Dynasty were more noble than these barbarian kings - he was a dignified sixth-grade official of the Shipping Department, and he was placed in the imperial palace.

Song Dynasty can't be regarded as a minor official. No matter what, he is much more noble than Gaoli Pingzhang Shijia Sikong!

Not convinced? If not convinced, just push Jin Guo to the ground and rub him again!

Reaching forward, Fei BuTong continued: "I have arranged for Jin Sikong's residence, please."

Jin Fushi nodded slightly and responded: "Please."

While following Fei BuTong forward, Jin Fushi asked: "You and I have known each other for a long time. If I come to Beijing to meet the Holy Spirit, I don't know if Mr. Fei can teach me something?"

Fei BuTong didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until the two of them were approaching the posthouse that he suddenly said, "All the way from Mingzhou to Beijing, there are three kinds of people on the road that you shouldn't mess with."

Jin Fushi paused and asked: "What three types?"

Fei BuTong said: "One of them is the people in the countryside. These people have been spoiled by the current officials.

The second one is the teachers and teachers of social studies. If you meet them face to face, they will not salute Mr. Jin Xianggong, and Mr. Jin should not take it to heart, because apart from the official family, they do not need to meet the Dazai of the dynasty.

Take the initiative to salute.

As for the third one, it is the current official family."

When Fei BuTong said this, Jin Fushi was stunned: "The officials in your country only rank third? What virtues and abilities do the rural people and teachers have to dare to rank before the officials?"

After a long silence, Fei Bubu said: "The common people have always liked to arrange things for the officials. There are endless stories about the Empress of the East Palace baking big cakes and the Empress of the West Palace peeling green onions. The officials don't care and let the people arrange it."

Jin Fushi said: "The officials of your country have a very good temper."

Fei BuTong continued: "The officials say that the future of the Song Dynasty lies in the youth of the Song Dynasty, and the future of the youth lies in the teachers. Teachers are also the ones who preach, teach, and solve doubts. Therefore, the teachers of the official charter school

They don't pay homage to officials."

But the more Fei BuTong talked, the more confused Jin Fushi became: "Hearing Mr. Fei say this shows the benevolence of officials in your country, but so what..."

Fei BuTong was silent again for a long time before he spoke: "When Mr. Jin arrives outside Bianjing City, he will see a huge Beijing temple. Don't be surprised then."

"Jingguan?"

"Beijingguan. The officials ordered it to be built with gold soldiers."
Chapter completed!