Chapter 1027

"Stop it? Why do they stop it?" Emperor Zhao Xu couldn't help but smile coldly. "Who is the local officials of my Song Dynasty who don't want to have more things under his rule than less?"

"Besides, who are the people who leave? They are all poor people who have no food and clothing, have no constant property, and have no land. They either rely on helping people with servants or work as tenants to support their families."

"A family like this cannot withstand the storm at all. If you are not careful, you may lose your family and your children, or become refugees in any famine year."

"What local officials are most afraid and worried about is that these people living at the lowest level of our Song Dynasty have problems, because... because they have nothing to continue to lose, and they are even likely to be distracted and become bandits..."

When Emperor Zhao Xu said this, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and couldn't help but recall that when he had not taken power, he often went out of the palace to relax in plain clothes.

Even in Tokyo Bianliang City, you can see those poor people in ragged clothes. Naturally, you are curious at first and ask the teachers who teach their own knowledge. Naturally, those teachers will not say bad things, but will only say good things.

This made Emperor Zhao Xu think that it was just a special case. But later he got older and realized that there were still a large number of people living on the poverty line in the Song Dynasty, which was singing and dancing in his life.

And those local officials are like those imperial teachers who once taught Emperor Zhao Xu's knowledge, and are unwilling to report good news but not bad news.

Now, these local officials in the Shaanxi Road area were suddenly surprised to find that the poor people who were regarded as troubles had begun to have the intention to migrate, so they were naturally happy to see it.

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Wen Yuan, the prefect of Yan'an Prefecture, was now in the garden of the official yamen house, admiring the newly blooming peach blossoms. The peach blossoms of this year are about to bloom earlier than last year. The greenness comes earlier, and the peach blossoms come earlier.

After experiencing a winter of black and white, the green spring finally ushered in, which made poetry and books pass on. Master Wen Yuanwen, who is over 50 years old, is excited about his poetry and is about to write a poem to the newly blooming peach blossoms.

Unexpectedly, a burst of rapid footsteps came over. Wen Yuan turned his head with his long beard and frowned unhappily. He was disturbed by Yaxing. It was really annoying and hateful. Maybe another poem that was about to be famous all over the world died.

But the one who arrived was the Yan'an Prefecture Lord Bo, who respectfully bowed to the prefect and said a little apologetically. "Sir, the people from the Shaanxi North Road Jingliufu are here, waiting in the front hall. Do you see it or not?"

"Wang Yang, Wang Wushan? What did he come to find my official? This is Yan'an Prefecture, not Shaanxi North Road." Wen Yuan stroked his long beard and said in a bad mood.

"Sir, should the lord refuse him?" Lord Bo raised his head and looked at Wen Yuan, and asked carefully.

Wen Yuan smashed his mouth. Although he had never seen Wang Wushan, Su Dongpo was still his immediate superior. In addition, Wang Yang and Wang Wushan were notorious for being reproached with the infamy of being glared at the slightest. Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel cold in his heart and shook his head slowly.

"Forget it, I'd better go to see my superiors in person. I'll save you from the time you get the blame, but I still think that I'll treat my colleagues with a slow attitude."

After hearing Shangguan's self-righteous explanation, Lord Bo secretly curled his lips in his heart. You are afraid that Shangguan with a hammer. Mr. Su is about to return to Beijing now. I am afraid that you are worried about offending Wang Yang, the old driver who is notorious and glaring at him will be retaliated.

But if you can only think about this, you can naturally not say it.

Wang Yang sat in the official yamen of the Yan'an Prefecture Prefecture. This official yamen was much more grand than his yamen in Hongzhou. This is normal. The land of Hongzhou fell into the hands of the Xixia barbarians. In addition to collecting money and robbing the people, the construction of the Xixia barbarians almost has nothing to do with them.

However, Wang Yang didn't think it was anything. It didn't matter if the government office was smaller, so what if it was not arrogant? Anyway, I was a second-rank founding minister. Even if you are the prefect of Yan'an Prefecture, you have to be honest when you see this master.

"Young Master, can it be that Prime Minister Wen doesn't want to see us? I've been there for so long but haven't asked for it." Ling Zong, who was standing behind Wang Yang, said itchy.

"What's the matter in a hurry? You must be patient and patient in order to achieve great things. Do you understand?" The impatient Mr. Wang seemed very calm and quiet now, and he continued to think about how to convince the prefect of Yan'an Prefecture to agree to his plan.

Soon, the prefect of Yan'an Prefecture Wen Yuan rushed to the front hall and saw Wang Yang wearing an official robe standing up with a smile. Wen Yuan quickly stood up and bowed to the famous official Wang who could stop a child from crying at night in Xixia and even the entire Shaanxi Road.

"The lower official Wen Yuan has met Wang Jingluo."

"Mr. Wen doesn't have to be too polite. Wang is here today. As soon as he comes, he naturally comes to visit his colleagues. After Wen Wen for a long time, he is a good official who is diligent and loving the people. After I arrived at Yan'an Prefecture, I saw the people living and working in peace and prosperity all industries. It is indeed worthy of his reputation..."

Wang Yang returned a greeting. After the two of them sat down, Wang Yang smiled and praised the Master Wen. When he heard such a bullshit, Ling Zong and Wang Jing, who were standing behind him, were frequently rolling their eyes.

This is definitely talking nonsense in broad daylight. It’s so hypocritical. It’s obvious that on the way to Yan'an Prefecture, I saw all industries in Yan'an Prefecture withering, and many people didn’t wear clothes or food.

You were still jumping on the way and scolding Wen Yuan as a foolish official who did nothing and didn't know how to benefit the people. When you got here, you looked like you were full of affection and smiles. It was really not like you, the King of Kings.

Wen Yuan was still thinking about it at first, but unexpectedly, Wang Yang had a good impression of him. After some exchanges, Wen Yuan's face began to smile, and he started to talk and laugh with Wang Yang.

After a long time of trash, Wang Yang cleared his throat and showed a hint of worry between his eyebrows. "Compared to this Yan'an Prefecture where the people live and work in peace, the land of the states on the north side of Shaanxi, alas..."

"Mr. Wang, you are... you don't have to worry too much. After all, Shaanxi North Road has just been established. The land of these six prefectures has been quite successful now. I believe that with the talent of Lord Wang, it will take only a few years to make Shaanxi North Road as rich as my Yan'an Prefecture..."

If I had been passing north of Shaanxi for a few years and still looked like your Yan'an Mansion, I would have strangled myself to death. Mr. Wang silently complained in his heart, but he could only endure the heavy responsibility he shouldered for.

"Then I will thank Master Wen for his good words. Now the North Road in Shaanxi is truly prosperous. However, now, although you have followed the will of Your Majesty, you will migrate from all over the world to fill the six states."

"However, after all, the population is too small and there is no population. How can these six states develop? For this reason, I can't say that I can't sleep at night..."
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