"Does Huaibei eat rice too?"

Zhao Jiu walked out of a thatched adobe house, holding a rice jar in his hand, and a nervous old man followed behind him, but he made an empirical mistake as soon as he opened his mouth. "I think there are obviously wheat piles around this, bean straw, and rice stalks are very few, but why are beans rare and the noodles are less than rice?"

"Report to...Report to the King."

The old man shivered and was extremely nervous, and Li Zheng, who had clearly seen through the identity of this king, would just lie on the ground and stick out his butt. He had no choice but to do anything, Yang Yizhong and Yang Zhihou could only get out of the way himself. "North of the Yellow River, all rely on the river transportation, and Huainan rice and cloth were lost to Tokyo, so most of them could eat rice north of the Yellow River. In addition, wheat was not good at storing, and beans were precious. Therefore, people in Huainbei ate steamed buns made from noodles early, and then sold beans. When needed, they used corn as far-reaching storage and rice as near-reaching storage."

Zhao Jiu suddenly realized that combined with the previous data of the Song Dynasty's population of 120 million, he still didn't understand that this was the social division of labor after the population reached a certain level, and then the commodity economy developed!

According to Yang Yizhong, it is obvious that due to the large yield of rice in Huainan, it is naturally circulated and supplemented to Huainbei region; and beans are more like economic crops at this time, and are used for money exchange; corn, that is, millet, produces, value, and even taste are actually far less than rice, white flour, and beans, but because of its extreme storage resistance, it maintains a certain value for existence for a long time.

"Does my father-in-law have millet at home?" As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Jiu turned around and looked at the old man.

"No, no!" The father-in-law was already confused. When he saw dozens of cavalry guarding some "king" he was even more shocked, so he couldn't even speak.

Fortunately, this is the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the accent is still local to Zhao Jiu, so the communication is still barely enough.

"Prepare some!" Zhao Jiu sighed slightly when he saw this and handed over the rice jar in his hand.

"Thank you, thank you, the king." The old man was so shocked that he hurriedly went to hug him, not knowing whether he had noticed the other party's reminder.

Zhao Jiu returned Mi Weng, but didn't say much, and got on the horse directly, ignoring Li Zheng, who had been trembling and could not get up. He slowly left this second visiting village under the escort of a group of Killing Team Knights.

To be honest, Zhao Jiu's mood was very complicated at this time.

First of all, today I visited two villages next to me, and the scenes in both places were not as bad as he thought... According to his modern man's superiority, his imagination of the low productivity and severe class contradictions in ancient times, and the so-called cruel rural environment of the war era that we have learned from those online articles.

Therefore, the village here should be "white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles", and "the old man walks over the wall, and the old woman goes out to see."

But the reality is half and half.

There is indeed no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, but there is really no white bone exposed in the wild; there is indeed no old woman going out to see, but the old man has not crossed the wall yet, so he went out to see... Among them, there is no rooster crowing, only the old man. The old woman goes out to see, obviously because this place is too close to the military camp, and the people have left to avoid possible military disasters.

But at the same time, the roads in the village are neat, and although the local thatched mud houses are particularly dilapidated, it implies the complete bankruptcy and escape of the owner. However, overall, the colors of the old and the unconventional anger in most of the houses and courtyards still show that both villages are still healthy.

In addition, the coarse cloth clothes of the old and weak left-behind village were also clean. Just now, they were wearing neatly dyed silk cloth with dark flowers.

In short, there is a low productivity, because the internal pressure caused by the Northern War also exists, and the gap between the rich and the poor is even more obvious. The people at the bottom are even more visible to live by counting the rice in the rice jar... But the war has not been affected for a day, which is still a normal countryside.

Let me say that when he was in Mingdao Palace, Zhao Jiu had not gone out to see it, but it might be that it was more northerly there, and there were mostly the "imperial village" of Mingdao Palace. After several trips, he rode his horse a little early in the morning and then hurried back. Therefore, it was difficult for the Zhao official family to get into the real grassroots style. So he regarded the Song Dynasty, which had been governed by the Taoist Emperor for decades, as the scene after Wanli's death, which was that it seemed to be fooled, but in fact it could be broken.

But now it seems that this place is at most a Jiajing period. Every family in Jiajing is clean. Because of the self-righteous Daojun and the bureaucrats, it is good that the people are struggling on the brink of bankruptcy, but it seems that there is still a little distance between the whole society and the bankruptcy is out of control.

But by saying this, does that Taoist Emperor seem to be more capable of doing it? There is also a Jing in Jiajing's name, which can be done, but there is no Jing Kang shame?!

"The official family is really kind to the Holy Emperor."

Seeing Zhao Jiu unconsciously heading to the Biangou while thinking about it, Yang Yizhong finally couldn't help but speak again. "I knew there were thieves ahead, and when fighting in winter, it would inevitably cut off the Yingshui and Huai Rivers. Even the winter was frozen, so it would be difficult to transport it all winter. So I reminded the old man to reserve some corn."

"The old man may not listen. Moreover, wars in the world have emerged, and Hebei and Hedong are basically falling. You say that the Song Dynasty has a population of 10 million and 20 million. At this time, more than 10 million will be affected by wars? More than 30 million will be affected by wars in the future?" Zhao Jiu immediately came to his senses, but said slowly without looking back. "So, as the emperor, doing such a minor good deed is like a joke..."

"No!" Yang Yizhong quickly corrected his words. "As the saying goes, a gentleman cannot bear to eat his flesh when he hears his voice, and cannot bear to see his death when he sees his life. The officials investigate the people's feelings and know the sufferings of the people. Although they just speak kindly, it is the kindness of the gentleman. How can a gentleman benevolent? How can a gentleman benevolent?

Liu Yan was beside him, and wanted to keep up with flattery, but he was eager to speak, but he couldn't make a turn for the time being. He could only grit his teeth and add, "The officials and ministers think so too."

When Zhao Jiu heard this, he couldn't help laughing loudly. Tears of laughter came out. Then he turned around and glanced at the two of them: "If Pingfu (Liu Yan) doesn't know how to say it, but if Zhengfu (Yang Yizhong) doesn't know how to say it, why don't you say it? Zhengfu, aren't you just worried that if I really go to Jiegou Market, will Li Gong scold you or even punish you? That's why he made a tactful reminder that it would be fine to go to Jiegou, but I really shouldn't go into Jiegou anymore, because as an official, it's meaningless to do such things. It's better to play a puppet."

Yang Yizhong, who had a majestic appearance, rarely laughed dryly, but did not refute it, but immediately stepped forward and immediately returned to his normal majestic posture:

"Officials! I am not only afraid of the prime minister, but also worried about the safety of the government... In the market, I cannot run a horse and cannot show my sword. Not to mention the turbulent situation, if there are really brave people, there will be troubles in the armpits; I only say that the government is dressed in a round-necked and red robe, pretending to be a prince, and coaxing those savages are not enough. When I arrive in the market, I will inevitably startle those who are interested. At that time, the identity will be exposed, and there will be many people, and the quality will be uneven, and it will inevitably go wrong. The government cannot really see anything."

Zhao Guanjia nodded slowly and said seriously: "I understand. Zhengfu advised me to take off this dress before going!"

Yang Yizhong was immediately amazed and crying.

At the same time, Liu Yan and Liu Pingfu, who could not keep up and could not keep up, looked at the two people in front of him with strange expressions... By the way, the Zhao Guan family is an official family, and he is both civil and military, and he can be a little powerful. After all, he is an official family, and he has no idea. But for a few months, Liu Yan discovered that Yang Yizhong, who had always thought that he was a majestic person, was a truly remarkable person.

I think that Yang was a general for six generations, and he was born in the world. He also had a majestic appearance, tall figure, and was very strict in military management. He was not good at archery and horses. At first glance, he was really a famous general in ancient times, but how could he learn the twilight ability of a civil servant? But as a Jinshi (even a Jinshi from the Liao Kingdom, he was a Jinshi), he didn't understand these at all, so that the officials said that he was afraid that Liu Pingfu would not speak well.

Just as Yang Yizhong and Liu Yan were both thinking about it, after Zhao Guanjia said a cold joke, he looked beside him, and both of them were thinking about it for a while, but suddenly seized the opportunity to speed up, and instantly ran a hundred steps away, heading straight towards the direction of the Border Grotto... Yang and Liu were stunned for a moment, and then secretly shouted that they were not good, so they both pulled the horse and accelerated, struggling to keep up.

Let’s talk about it, the meeting of the Political Affairs Hall in the Buddhist temple ended in the afternoon, and it was already afternoon when it came out. I saw two villages. It was almost evening at this time, so Yang Yizhong’s real thought was to keep saying “good sounds” to hold back the Zhao official’s family and make the matter fall into nothing.

However, after getting along for a long time, the Zhao official family may not understand Yang Yizhong's beauty, but they are also alert. Moreover, as an official family, he can open the table at any time and be willful... Of course, it is also possible that he was forced to be Keda Ya by Gong Li to be tired... so he suddenly became fooled.

When he returned to his eyes, he could not understand why the official family, who grew up in Bianliang, had wanted to play in such a wild town so much as he had been in Bianliang since he was young; he didn't mention that Yang Yi was worried about his family being tired of his welcome... He only said that the Zhao official family had always been good at riding horses, and he also took the lead on the plains, and galloped wildly. However, Yang and Liu and the cavalry behind him could not catch up with the good horses under the Guan family because of their armor. Instead, they were getting farther and farther away, so that they did not dare to think about it later, and they just chased them desperately.

It was not until sunset that Yang and Liu led dozens of cavalry to catch up with Zhao Guanjia, but were shocked to find that the official family had not entered the market town. Instead, they rushed to the Yingshui River embankment in the southwest of the market town, and then looked down from a high place, looking at the Jiegou Town in a daze.

Yang and Liu did not dare to disturb the official family, so they followed and then looked around together.

Let me tell you that in this small town in Linhe, Central Plains, there is a ferry connecting the Yingshui River in front, and then a wooden railing is piled up to form a dike. It is only a few hundred steps in a radius, and only dozens of serious houses are built. There are also shacks set up by plants and trees to form an open-air market, which is quite simple.

Only at this time, the journey was several miles away. Young men and women from several villages came here to avoid them. Some traveled to officials and their families and slaves, selling them with gold beads and other goods, and purchasing scarce items such as cloth and grain, so it really seemed more crowded and more lively.

At this time, the sunset was setting, and the market was about to close. Some brave people dressed in short jackets and kept their homes in mind. They went out in groups of three or five, and while chatting about their experiences today, they were carefully heading towards the village. However, there were some merchants and people called out fishermen at the ferry entrance and shipwrecks, asking people to help cross the river to the west, as if they were coming from the other side of the Ying River, and they were going back to their homes on the other side.

After turning around, I saw that the group of people who came out of the dike was obviously the one who was responsible for purchasing. I saw a few eunuchs shouting and asking Lifu to drive out a big cart. He actually came to him along the river bank. When I got closer, I could see clearly in the light of the sunset that I wanted to send several trucks of winter vegetables to the roadside.

Zhao Jiu stood for a long time, watching the team go from far to near. When he came to him, the leader found something wrong again, and then hurriedly knelt down to greet him. He couldn't help but smile and inquire:

"Official Zhang, I'll ask you, what kind of dishes are you buying? Are you given money?"

"Reporting to the official family, Xianggong Li was very nervous and dared not not to give money. But this place is too poor and wild. There is no freshness except winter vegetables!" The eunuch named Zhang heard the official call him a high-ranking official, and his soul was about to disperse, so he quickly got up to show his merits. "However, the little minister did not dare to let the official family and Pan Niangzi suffer grievances. After searching for half a day, he first found some local fish and then found a family that sold ginger and soybeans in Shunhe! The little minister asked clearly that this was escaped from Tokyo city, with authentic taste. The official family and Pan Niangzi will have a good taste tonight!"

Zhao Jiu didn't know what Jiang Lie was, but he didn't delay him laughing while urging him to go back to the temple he was in quickly.

However, when we watched the team disappear under the light of the early winter sunset gradually darkening, the next moment, the sunset completely set, and in the twilight, the Zhao Guan family suddenly stopped laughing and then became sad and sad.

Liu Yan and Yang Yizhong, who have always been paying attention to the official family, noticed this almost at the same time. However, just as Liu Pingfu became increasingly confused, he was good at observing his words and expressions, and Yang Zhengfu suddenly realized in his heart that he was getting to know the official family. The official family was still worried that the Jin people would send their main force to chase him, and once the Jin people went south to the Central Plains, this was not very perfect and the situation of Huafu would no longer exist.

How to say it? Yang Yizhong remembered his personal experience when he fled in Hebei in the past, and when he remembered the destruction of his family, he couldn't help but feel sad... It can only be said that in Yang Yizhong's eyes, after the official family fell into a well, he was really taken over by some monster, which was also a good monster with a kind heart.

ps: Thank you to the leader Xiahou, Xiaolong, and 233... I didn't even notice... I am ashamed, nineteen is so cute, thank you for your reward.
Chapter completed!