Chapter 669 Panic

Zhao Ming watched her disappear, and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

Changqing stepped forward and put away the official documents. When he was about to stand up, he saw that his palms were too strong and asked in surprise: "Mr. Lang?"

Only then did Zhao Ming come back to his senses, glanced down at the cup in his hand, and slightly let go of his hand.

Changqing hurriedly stepped forward to check, "Are you injured?"

Zhao Ming waved his sleeves nonchalantly and put his hands together, "It's okay."

Changqing was very confused, "Why is Lang Jun feeling uneasy?"

He was listening just now, and there was nothing wrong with the conversation he had with the girl.

Zhao Ming did not answer, but stood up and said: "Distribute the approved official documents."

After that, he turned around and left, but he saw his father before he had gone far.

Zhao Ming turned around and was about to leave, but Zhao Song had already seen him and called out: "Zi Nian."

Zhao Ming could only turn around and salute: "Father."

Zhao Song frowned, "Why are you hiding from me? As for Hanzhang, your seventh uncle and the others interrupted her last night. I haven't had time to talk to her about the new money yet."

Zhao Ming said: "Uncle Qi and Sanniang exchanged a large amount of new money. As far as I know, he plans to transport the new money to Jiangnan for use. Now that the money has been minted, you can't stop it even if you want, so why talk about it anymore? "

Zhao Song:......

Zhao Ming looked at his stunned father and sighed quietly: "Father, please don't worry about this matter. Let them figure it out on their own."

Zhao Song frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Ming paused, pursed his lips and said, "Nothing, I just have some things in my mind that I haven't figured out yet. Just wait until I figure it out."

Zhao Song perked up and asked curiously: "What have you not figured out? Tell me about it. Maybe as a father, I can help you clear up your confusion?"

Zhao Ming glanced at his father, who was inexplicably excited, and simply asked: "Father, do you think loyalty is more important than filial piety, or filial piety is more important than loyalty?"

Zhao Song opened his mouth, unable to give an answer.

Zhao Ming asked again: "By loyalty, does one mean loyalty to the king, to the country, or to the people? Does filial piety mean filial piety to one's parents, one's entire clan, or one's ancestors?"

Zhao Song was now sure that this son was born to make things difficult for him.

He turned around, but couldn't find anything he could get his hands on, so he shouted: "Mountain people, mountain people, where is the ruler? Bring me my ruler."

Zhao Ming immediately raised his hand, bowed his head quickly and said, "My son, please leave first."

Turn around and leave quickly.

Zhao Song was so angry that he picked up a stone from the flower bed and was about to throw it at him, but when he raised his hand, he found that the stone was too big, as big as a fist, so he put it down again.

But this did not prevent him from punishing his son. He said to the steward who ran up: "Mountain people, go and confiscate all his wine. He is not allowed to drink anymore for these two days."

The mountain people agreed and comforted the old man back, but they only dared to attack the wine in the warehouse and did not dare to enter Zhao Ming's room or study.

Zhao Ming was in a much better mood. He left Zhao Hanzhang's "world" behind and concentrated on thinking about the current labor plight.

The order issued by Zhao Hanzhang was sent to all counties and counties, and each county began to collect labor according to the plan. The people were panicked, but they still complied.

Serving in the army is a very hard thing. You start working from sunrise to sunset. All they have to do is dredging, moving soil and a series of physically demanding tasks. Many people feel that life has returned to the past.

Every time they feel they can settle down, there are always some surprises, some from the outside and some from the inside.

The poor people have not thought about the deeper reasons, but they also have their own wisdom and have summarized a set of rules.

No matter how good the generals and officials who recruit them say at first, a considerable number of people will eventually change.

And some generals and high-ranking officials are very strict from the beginning, and become more and more strict year by year. When they can't bear the heavy pressure, they will either die of exhaustion like an old cow, or they will abandon their existing family business. Continue to be a refugee.

This is a matter of luck.

Before the order to conscript labor came down, they were still filled with happiness and felt very lucky to be able to settle down in Yuzhou, but now, their hearts seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

But they soon thought about it and became optimistic again.

"It's better than being bad from the beginning," Old Man Chen squatted in front of the house and said to his two sons: "This year, you have reduced a lot of taxes. I heard that in Yanzhou, not only do you have to work hard, but you also have to increase taxes. Life is much harder than ours.”

But the two sons were very sad, and their neighbor was also very sad and asked: "Uncle Chen, do you think our envoy will also increase taxes in the future?"

Old Man Chen was silent for a while and then said: "Even if the tax is increased, it won't be as harsh as before, right? We only pay half of the tax now, we have to pay the full amount first, right?"

While they were talking, there was a burst of excitement at the entrance of the village. Everyone stood up quickly, took two steps to that side, and stood on tiptoes to look: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

A half-grown boy ran over and shouted excitedly: "The envoy is here, the envoy is here!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, including Old Man Chen, and they immediately ran towards the entrance of the village.

Zhao Hanzhang was dressed in short brown clothes, and her gray-green clothes were stained with some mud. If she hadn't been riding on a horse, the people of Chen County would be familiar with her, and they might not even recognize her as the envoy.

Zhao Hanzhang got off her horse and stepped on the grass to rub off the mud on her soles. She asked the village chief who came up to her, "It's going to rain tonight. Are there any extra houses?"

Naturally, there are no extra houses, but everyone can pool their resources together, squeeze two families together, and make rooms for them.

Zhao Hanzhang thanked him, smiled and greeted the villagers, and then he and Fu Tinghan and others were gathered at the village chief's home.

Old Chen couldn't squeeze in and could only stand on tiptoes to look. After a while, his son squeezed back excitedly and said, "Father, I just saw Shijun. I was right in front of her, and she smiled at me." ”

Old Chen was envious and jealous, so he grabbed him and asked, "Did the envoy say what she came to do?"

"It turns out that the envoy was digging mud with us today, and it was still river mud," his son sighed: "It just rained, and it will rain heavily tomorrow, so we stopped the work temporarily. They thought it would take too much time to return to the city. So we have to live in our village."

Old Man Chen was startled and asked, "Is Shijun really digging mud with us?"

"That's still false. Look at how thick the mud on her soles is. It looks like she just came up from the river."

A student brought a small desk and placed it on the seat. Fu Tinghan took out the pictures and spread them out. The group of people looked at the pictures and frowned, "This won't work. We have to optimize the labor force. The management is still too chaotic today. People are rushing in like this." , get twice the result with half the effort, we don’t have much time, we have to plant winter wheat until September.”

Zhao Hanzhang also nodded, "Make the data, ask the students to draw all the ditches, and then have them work in sections, so that the connection speed will be faster."

The young student on the side asked softly: "Are you drawing on the ground?"

Zhao Hanzhang looked back at him, smiled and said: "Yes, draw on the ground, use lime to draw, very fast, then you tell the workers the depth and width, and let them do it as required."

The students selected to participate in the construction bowed and said "yes".