The young man didn't care about the praises of everyone. However, seeing Zhao Huan's extraordinary demeanor, he stood or sat behind him, and more than a dozen men looked around. He was shocked, knowing that the thin man in front of him who was not astonishingly beautiful must be either rich or noble.

Zhao Huan looked at him, and knew that the other party was alert, so he said to him in a sincere tone: "I have no other intentions, but seeing that the young master is extraordinary, I want to make friends with him."

The boy was under twenty years old, but his demeanor was very calm. He was shocked. After Zhao Heng finished speaking, he returned to normal and smiled and said, "I am a normal white body, so how can I have any demeanor? People in the countryside dare not get along with noble people."

After saying that, he stood up, bowed to Zhao Huan, and then went to meet the tent and left in a hurry.

He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and square face. When he stood up, he was nearly two meters tall. He was a majestic man, but he was calm and peaceful in his expression. He was obviously a scholar who was good at studying and wise. His temperament and appearance were completely different, which made people feel curious at first sight.

This is why Zhao Huan wanted to make friends with him.

Seeing him leaving in a hurry, Xue Qiang said angrily: "Why is this man so ignorant? Why would I take a few people out and tie him up, but then I will see if he is still so unkind."

Zhao Huan snorted coldly and scolded him: "I just see that he is young. At the age of you, you can be very steady in your demeanor and behavior. I want to see which family he is. As for you, after a year or two, you will be by my side. No one else has made any progress, and your temper is getting bigger and bigger, which is amazing!"

Xue Qiang rarely saw him get so angry. His face turned pale and immediately flashed aside, not daring to speak.

In fact, he was young and quick, with his hands and feet, and was favored by Zhao Huan. Today, he was scolded. Although there was something wrong with it, Zhao Huan saw that the farmers were so hard. In addition, from the Qinling Mountains, the Hanzhong Plain and the Guanzhong Plain were everywhere. After entering the city, he felt better, but he saw those farmers who had just returned from Fuping. It was late autumn at this time. I thought that the situation in these farmers' homes was very unbearable. They planted in autumn and harvested in spring. At this time, they went home to prepare for autumn sowing, but the farming time was a mistake.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Kang Chengxun hurriedly advised, "Since he doesn't know how to be proud, that's fine. The morning market is about to open now, let's go and have a look."

Zhao Huan nodded and agreed, immediately ordered someone to come forward and meet and pass the tent. Then he came out of the small shop and wandered around the street.

When they entered the city early in the morning, they saw mostly peasants and servants entering the city from the countryside. When the sun rose in the east, when it was dawn, thousands of doors and doors in the city opened together and walked along several lively streets in the city, but they could clearly feel the vitality of the entire city.

At the gate of the city are a pile of manpower.

Wood and bamboo craftsmen, mixed porters, brick and tiles, monks, nuns and Taoists, as well as nurses, female craftsmen, cooks, sumo wrestlers, were chaotic and bustling.

Zhao Huan looked carefully and found that it was lively but it was lively. However, these labor troops composed of inferior citizens mostly had a good face or were desolate. When they saw Zhao Huan and his group approaching, they rushed over like rushing, bargaining for self-recommendation, and even as long as they had a full meal, they could complete the transaction.

Kang Chengxun and others sighed, their faces were ashen, and they shook their heads.

Zhao Huan nodded secretly, knowing in his heart that the citizens in the shop were just saying sadness, but in fact they were still well-off homes, and the citizens in front of him could truly represent the current situation of the entire city.

On both sides of the avenue, there are many machine shops and weaving shops, waiting for the ox cart to pull away the woven silk users.

Steel workshops and blacksmith shops made needles for acupuncture, sewing needles, scissors, steel pots, and tillage tools. Just now, the people from Fuping bought urgently needed supplies in these shops.

Gold and silver shops, paper shops, spice shops, fruit shops, restaurants, and teahouses are all open for business, and the sound of hawking is endless.

The businessman who got up early and bathed came out of the scented bathroom, walked into the Chinese medicine shop next to him with a confident smile, and bought local local medicines from Sichuan.

The servants in the mansion of the dignitaries hired all kinds of manpower needed in the market and took them home arrogantly.

The thick-handed guys in the restaurant slaughtered the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep that they wanted to use that day at the back of the store.

After watching for a while, Zhao Huan deeply felt the prosperity and commercial vitality of the Song Dynasty. Chengdu is still an inland city, not only cannot be compared with the capital Tokyo, but also with the Great City of Jiangnan and the trading cities in Linhai. Even so, it is still so prosperous. If it were not for the influence of the war, the city would still show how vibrant the city would have!

No wonder later generations said that an old army guarding the city gate in the Song Dynasty lived more comfortably than a small European nobleman at that time.

Not to mention anything else, there are countless daily necessities for sale on every street, towering restaurants and teahouses, and even the boiling water used for bathing has specialized business acceptance!

"The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they only regard Hangzhou as Bianzhou."

At noon, watching groups of tourists crawl in and out of the restaurant, Zhao Huan couldn't help but have such a poem in his mind.

It is said that the emperor is weak and does not want to fight. In fact, how can the citizens living in such a city really want to fight? And the civil servant group that is closely related to them will naturally disappear, and they will not want to hear the sound of war. When they are invaded, they will naturally resist. If they are a little more comfortable, they will definitely be at ease and do not want to make progress.

The progress of Chinese civilization did reach a turning point in the Song Dynasty. If it could withstand foreign enemies, such a commercial society would pay attention to practical and technological progress, and the development of fire was already in use and industrial civilization was more likely than the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Huan shook his head repeatedly and put aside the messy thoughts in his mind.

What happened next is not the time to think about. Even if the Song Dynasty can develop into industrial civilization, it will have to overcome the current difficulties.

He observed along the way that Chengdu was the most prosperous metropolis in the area that he could directly influence and command, with Xi'an being ruined and Jingxiang being a military place, but not a place for financial resources.

Although Chengdu maintains its superficial prosperity, it is obvious that it cannot support it. In the battle of Fuping, it is still like this. If I believed the opinions of Zhang Jun and others that day, and after a little rest, I would continue to attack the Shaanxi portal, and even go straight to Hedong with heavy troops, it would be counterproductive. On the one hand, I would use up Sichuan and Shaanxi financial resources, and on the other hand, the troops collapsed under the city, which would turn the victory of Fuping into nothing.

The group of people looked around the city. When they were noon, they also looked around the famous streets in Chengdu. Kang Chengxun saw that everyone was tired, and several young guards were roaring on their stomachs, and then they smiled at Zhao Huan: "The boss is too tired. Let's just find a restaurant and sacrifice to the Five Insect Temples first?"

Zhao Huan shook his head and said, "No, let's go and see Zhao Kai now."

Kang Chengxun said: "When the guards outside the city come in together, Xuan Ming Shengjia arrives in Chengdu, and then order all the officials to come to the government office to see each other. Is that good?"

Zhao Huan smiled and said, "It's just asking Zhao Kai to offer us a meal, so there is no need to be such a shock."

Zhao Huan knew that Kang Chengxun was uneasy, so he said again: "I will take Xue Qiang and the others to see Zhao Kai first. You will go out of the city and lead all the squads to wait for the guards to enter the city."

"yes."

Kang Chengxun knew that once the emperor made a decision, no one could change it, so he had to agree, give a few instructions to Xue Qiang and others, and then hurried out to the city alone.
Chapter completed!