Kang Huaizhen was Zhu Wen's most powerful arm. Unexpectedly, he did not follow Zhu Wen to fight against other vassal states this time. When the world's vision was concentrated in Hedong, Zhu Wen had already obtained more land and population. No wonder, no wonder, thinking of this, the generals couldn't help but feel determined and had a guaranteed way of retreat. What if Luzhou was defeated? Besides, they didn't think they would lose...

Chang'an City was frozen in cold weather. Although it was a prosperous capital of the Tang Dynasty, in this cold winter, the streets and alleys were also depressed.

Although water drips into ice outside, Feng Yuanwai's flower hall is as warm as spring and fragrant as flowing. Eight white copper braziers burn the best-quality animal charcoal, and the heat flows in the room. There is a shop and a courtyard that can be praised by others, but Feng Yuanwai is a real servant. The rich merchants in Chang'an City, and most of the shops on the three most prosperous streets in Chang'an are his.

In Chang'an City, ordinary people were said to be ordinary people. When merchants and Fushen saw him, he was respectful. Even if he was the prefect, he was a person who could speak. Such a person should have been a big man who stomped his feet and trembled around the city. At this moment, he was standing respectfully in a corner of the flower hall. Even if he was not so gentle and polite in front of the prefect, he seemed to be learning from his father's lesson.

But the father looked much younger than him. Although he was wearing a regular essay uniform, he did not have a gentle and elegant spirit. If it weren't for the shining light in his eyes, he would have easily been classified as a sour person who only knew how to show off his gentleness.

This sour man was furious. He sat in the back house of Mr. Feng's house. The target of furious was not Feng's house, but Mr. Feng seemed to be swept to the wind and didn't dare to breathe.

The man sitting on the top of the head was Duan Mingyu. In front of him, there were several women standing bent, standing in front of him, wearing a slender and slender fur fur, the soft and glossy fur coat shining with a black purple shimmer, and a cloak of gray squirrel leather, with a snow-white fox tail around his neck and neck, and a pair of deer-skin small boots under his feet. If an expert goes to see it, he will know that this precious outfit is all from famous masters.

The woman in fur's eyebrows were as beautiful as a distant mountain, her eyes were as beautiful as autumn water, and she was beautiful and beautiful as a square object. She was wearing this noble dress, and she was really like a fairy in the sky. However, this fairy was wearing fur's clothes, standing in this flower hall that was as warm as spring or even early summer. She had sweat faintly between her eyebrows, so she looked a little embarrassed. As soon as she entered the flower hall, she was scared by the angry Duan Mingyu before she could even remove her coat. She stood there and did not dare to move. After a long time, she naturally couldn't stand the temperature in the room.

Standing behind her were two maids with twin buns, both with beautiful faces with bright eyes and white teeth, each wearing a rabbit velvet jacket, which made them look pink and beautiful and charming.

"It's really outrageous that such a thing has kept me in the dark. If His Majesty hadn't informed me personally, I wouldn't know. I'll ask you to observe the situation in Hedong. Where have you observed? You can't blame this."

The beauty hurriedly bowed and said, "I know the crime. I have always been careful in asking about the movements in Hedong. We have found out about this matter, but in Hedong, the levels have become more and more severe. When the news is sent out, it is inevitable that there will be some delays. My subordinates have not thought much, so... I am careless and ask the young master to punish me."

As the beauty said, she knelt down as soon as she lifted her fur. Seeing this, the two pretty maids behind her knelt down in panic.

Duan Mingyu raised his head and was speechless, and two lines of clear tears couldn't help but flow out. Li Keyong was dead. The old man who called Duan Xiao brothers one by one died like this. The man who was preparing a book for him and sent troops to Puzhou without hesitation. Because of his own letter, Li Keyong, who decisively retreated to Hedong without complaint, died like this. However, on the way back to Hedong, he was actually attacked by Zhu Wen's poisonous hand. I, Duan Mingyu, can't hesitate to blame...

He is one of the few people in the world who value intelligence. His intelligence network has long been spread all over the world quietly, but now this information is coming late. It is better to say that Duan Mingyu is scolding them, but he is venting his anger and remorse.

The young master actually cried. Yuanwai and several female *** were shocked. He scolded Mr. Duan, who had been speechless just now, and the prince of the dynasty, who held military power, was in tears.

There is a large pier in Bashang (Bailuyuan). Behind the wide pier area are huge granaries, and huge granaries stand on this plateau. It is like giants standing tall, and under the plateau is endless fertile fields.

Bashang is located at the intersection of the Bashui River and the Wei River. People here rely on water to make a living.

When the flood floods, it can swallow everything about you in an instant, your life, your relatives, your home, and your city, but if humans want to survive, they cannot live without it. Therefore, even if it occasionally loses its temper, humans still follow its footsteps, rely on it, and rely on it.

Chang'an, Luoyang, Daliang, Yecheng, Yangzhou, Jingkou... These prosperous cities and great monuments all rely on the riverside. Even a small village must live by the river. The Yellow River flows through Daming, so the goods from Jianghuai, Fujian and Shu scattered here thousands of miles. The Yellow River changes its route and moves southward, and Daming falls instantly. The saying of Dahe civilization since ancient times is not unreasonable. Only with water can there be life, and only with water can there be civilization.

Bashang Wharf prospers by water transport, and the main goods transported here are grain.

Guanzhong is an important grain-producing area, but its output is not enough to supply the grain demand of Chang'an City. Chang'an garrison, officials who stayed in the capital, scholars who traveled to travel, slaves from all walks of life and wealthy families gathered here, students from the Imperial College and the Imperial College, Buddhist temples, Nishi Temples, Taoist temples, and a large number of monks who do not do production...

There is still 700,000 people in Chang'an, and 300,000 of them are not farmers. These people need nearly 6 million stones of food for a year, which does not include the miscellaneous grains needed by the garrison. How much food can Guanzhong provide to this thousand-year-old capital?
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