"Shopkeeper, how much is your knife?"

Walking to a shop, Liu Tao walked in and saw that the knives on display were very exquisite.

"Guest officer, you really know the goods, this is a hundred steel knives from Cizhou, one of five silver yuan, two nine silver yuan, and it is a fine product for self-defense!"

The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles and courtesy. These people look like rich people and can make a good profit.

"Silver Round?"

Liu Tao's eyes widened, a little puzzled.

"That's it, one or two silver in the market for one silver dollar."

Looking at the silver-white silver round handed over by the shopkeeper, Liu Tao picked it up, put it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Guest officer, do you see it, this is the silver dollar, made in Huaxia, Tongbao from Huaxia Bank, one or two silver for one silver dollar. In our two rivers, everyone uses silver and copper yuan, that is, the merchants in the south of the Yangtze River and the sea, they also use this, and if there is more money, they use silver tickets. You can rest assured. ”

Zhang Shuye and Cao Xun also stepped forward and looked at the silver round in Liu Tao's hand, which looked smooth and exquisite.

"The silver yuan from Huaxia Bank, one or two silver for one silver dollar?"

Uncle Zhang instantly understood. This is a coin minted under the reign of Wang Song Xuanfu.

"Silver Round, Copper Round......"

Uncle Zhang muttered to himself at night, his forehead covered with sweat.

Wang Songdu minted money by himself, this is to set up his own foyer and change the dynasty, how can he return to the rule of the Great Song Dynasty?

When I came to Hebei, I was afraid that I would have to run empty.

The inn was close to the east gate, and the people went out of the city and went out of the city.

The Loyal and Righteous Army controlled Hebei, the place was quiet, and the former towns and cities slowly developed again. On both sides of the wide official road, there are endless green wheat fields, which are busy with countless farmers, and there are few barren fields.

On both sides of the road, because the Jin people went south, the teahouses, restaurants, and shops that had disappeared for a long time appeared in front of everyone one after another.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the place where Yan Zongfu and his tens of thousands of troops were at the head of the Northern Captives at that time. At that time, outside this eastern city, Wang Xianggong used the heads of these thieves to build a "Jingguan" to worship the souls of millions of people in the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Everyone nodded again and again, all full of emotion.

"King Chuzhuang was defeated by Jin, and the Pan Party discussed accepting the corpse of Jin as Jingguan. Defeat the enemy will show his descendants, and he will not forget his martial arts, and the king of Chuzhuang will not do it. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was defeated in his expedition to Goguryeo, but the corpse of Sui was "Jingguan". I have been ruling the country with benevolence and righteousness for a hundred years. Xianggong Wang's move is inevitably too cruel!"

Uncle Zhang stroked his beard and sighed at night, as if he couldn't bear it.

Zhang Gong said this, and he did not dare to agree. The ancients killed thieves and defeated the corpses, and they must build a Beijing view, thinking that the place where the corpses were hidden, and the ancient battle places existed. The Jin people were brutal, invaded our land, slaughtered millions of our people, and even within the four seas, there were white bones and corpses piled up like mountains. Wang Xianggong's move is exactly what I want, and this is what my husband did. It can be described as good to deter gold thieves, show off martial arts to future generations, and inspire the people!"

Wang Qing saw the kindness of these scholars and their husbands, and they didn't seem to know the hardships of the battlefield, and couldn't help but feel secretly disappointed in their hearts.

He couldn't help but think of Wang Song's words, mercy to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

Uncle Zhang still shook his head and said to himself: "It's still too cruel!"

Wang Qing sneered in his heart, no wonder the government of the Great Song Dynasty was so corrupt, with these self-righteous, pedantic and stubborn scholars and doctors entering the hall and strategizing, how could the Great Song Dynasty be able to defeat the golden people who were like wolves and tigers?

"Let's go and have a look at the manor in front of us."

Uncle Zhang was in front of the night, and everyone was behind, and they beat their horses and went forward together.

"I can't imagine that even this rural area has such a neat road!"

Although the roads in the fields are still dirt roads, the main road from the official road to the village, including the village, is smooth and concrete.

On both sides of the cement road, the drainage canals are neatly repaired, stretching out for miles. The fields are green, the wheat has been pumped out, butterflies are flying in the fields, vegetables, melons and fruits are everywhere, farmers are busy in the fields, and smoke is curling in the villages

, chickens and dogs barking, a good pastoral scene.

Thinking of the boiling grievances in the south of the Yangtze River, thieves everywhere, and barren fields, everyone couldn't help but nod secretly, it seems that Wang Song has indeed invested a lot of money in people's livelihood.

"Old lady, is there enough food at home?"

Uncle Zhang stepped forward at night and chatted with an old man in the field on the side of the road.

"A few officials should be outsiders!"

The old man was gray-haired, in his fifties, tall, slightly hunchbacked, his face was black and red, and although his clothes were shabby and there were many patches, he looked quite neat. His bare feet were covered with mud, and his fingers were black, and he looked like he had just been working in the fields.

"Let's tell you the truth, the old man is thin and dry in two days a day, he can't eat enough, and he can't starve to death, so make do with it!"

Cao Xun frowned and said, "I heard that Wang Xianggong is good to the people, why don't you still have enough to eat?" Could it be that he is not even as good as the original government?"

"You, a guest, are really born in a honey pot, you haven't lived a hard life, and you don't know the life or death of the people!"

Cao Xun's words immediately attracted strong dissatisfaction from the white-haired old man, and he refuted mercilessly.

"It's a hard day, I'm not a day or two, old man! Since the imperial court fled south and threw the villagers to Fanzi, we can only live one day at a time. Look at the neighbors around here, all of them my age are dead! The remaining neighbors in the village are only two or three out of ten!"

"Old lady, the imperial court is moving south, not fleeing south. The gold thief is like a wolf and a tiger, and the court can't resist it, so he has to do it as a last resort. ”

"Fleeing south is fleeing south, and it is high-sounding!"

The old man was quite stubborn, pointed at Cao Xun and said loudly: "The prince can resist it, why can't the court resist it." Could it be that Wang Xianggong alone is more powerful than the imperial court?"

The old lady was angry. You said you couldn't get enough to eat, how did you come here, and how did you solve the problem of eating and drinking?"

Liu Tao glanced at Cao Xun, who was flushed and angry, and stepped forward to talk.

"Of course, when Wang Xianggong arrives in Hebei, the villagers can live!"

The old man's voice was raised, and his face turned red.

"The government repairs roads, ferries, and roads in the city, and the big guys help build them, regardless of men, women, and children, as long as they contribute, they have a bowl of rice to eat. The government divided the land, and the land that had been lost was divided back. Thirty taxes are paid with money, and there are no other taxes, so the villagers naturally can't ask for it. ”

He pointed to a green space in the distance and said: "The government stipulates that the land reclaimed is exempt from taxation for the first three years, and each person is limited to two acres of land. Looking at this growth, this year's harvest will be good, and we should be able to eat a full meal. ”

The old man's words were unanimously approved by the people gathered around.

"That's it! If there is no prince Wang, his life will not be saved, and there will be a good life there!"

"It's already thankful to be able to eat well!"

Uncle Zhang looked around and couldn't help asking, "Old lady, why don't you see any children in the village?"

The old man finally laughed, and said with a beard: "The children have all gone to the official school of the Daimyo's Mansion, and they usually eat and live there, and they don't need to spend money, and they also care about food and accommodation." If you want me to say, this is the best thing the government has ever done!"

Uncle Zhang looked at each other at night, all frowning.

Everything Wang Song does is high-sounding and good. For a long time, the people of Lianghe only knew that there was Wang Song but did not know that there was a court. The court has no face, the people's hearts are lost, why should they go north, and what can they use to compete with Wang Song?

Thinking of the constant bandits in the south of the Yangtze River, the warlords in various places do not listen to the propaganda, and the prestige of the imperial court is completely lost, which is really worrying.

Zhang Shuye and the others had their own concerns, but Wang Qing was unhappy.

"Old lady, don't forget, the cattle, seeds, and farming tools you planted were all borrowed from you by the government. Judging by your clothes and the situation at home, you should belong to the poor households in the village, and the loan should be interest-free, right? Isn't it bad for the government to do this?"

The stubborn old man smiled, and he was embarrassed.

"This is really the old man's no. The old man's family has a lot of people, and the family is surrounded by walls, and the loan is indeed interest-free, half of the people in the village are like this, and the other half only has one cent of interest, and they are all paid with money, and no one can deceive us anymore. ”

"Interest-free?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head and sighed: "Old lady, you are really fortunate to meet a good official. You know, Jiangnan is ......"

Thinking of the Jiangnan government, which was so disheartened by the people, that the people's livelihood withered, one in the sky and one underground, he was a little unhappy.

"Old lady, don't you need 5 or 10 households to borrow money? When paying the land tax, don't worry about the harm of fire consumption?"

Wang Qing gave Zhang Shuye a brief introduction to the improvement and supervision of the banking and lending system. Uncle Zhang stayed for a long time, and couldn't help shaking his head and said:

"Wang Daguan, if some people are really poor and can't pay the land tax, what should they do?"

Wang Qingzheng said: "If this is the case, it is the responsibility of the government." The taxes of the people are borne by the government, and the people can also receive corresponding subsidies. ”

"Wang is a big official, a talented disciple, both civil and military, it can be said that he is ......"

Everyone looked at each other, and Uncle Zhang "was" for a long time, but he didn't say anything, but he felt at a loss in his heart.

This Wang Song takes care of public opinion so much, and he doesn't know whether it is good or bad, good or bad for the Great Song Dynasty?

"Uncle, don't you miss the Great Song Dynasty at all?"

After being embarrassed for a long time, Uncle Zhang spit out these words from his mouth at night.

"The Great Song Dynasty?"

The old man shook his head, glanced at a few people, and said:

"The Great Song Dynasty, don't come back! The imperial court first lost the two rivers, and then the north of the Huai River, and never cared about the life or death of the people, so what did they run back for? The old man has lived a long time, and he has not suffered anything, but he just doesn't want to have a court like the Great Song Dynasty anymore!

Zhang Shuye and the others turned red, the old man chattered endlessly, and said loudly, and the surrounding villagers also nodded yes, gossiping.

"Dog's court, don't come back!"

"Qinglou Tianzi, there are many women in Jiangnan, let's have a baby!"

"How many people have died in Hebei, is the official family going to finish the scourge of people?"

The crowd chattered, their voices grew louder, and some outrageous words were spoken.

In these years, there are many poor people who can survive, who do not have a book of blood and tears, and whose family members have died unexpectedly. When you encounter such an opportunity to complain, who is your anger can still be stopped.

"Bold Diao Min, do you still have the imperial court in your eyes, and do you still have an official family?"

Cao Xun couldn't hold back any longer, pointed at a group of people, and scolded loudly.

"Where are you that you dare to spray here? Feelings: There are no dead people in your family, and your father and mother have not been harmed by Fanzi?"

"It's not a good thing to look at this shit!"

The anger of the people was ignited in an instant, and they were so angry that they wanted to rush forward and tear them up.

Wang Qing waved his hand, and the guards behind him hurriedly stepped forward and stopped the people.

"Don't be angry, big guys, this is a merchant from other places, not a bad person!"

Wang Qing looked at Cao Xun, who was pale, and stepped forward and said loudly to the people.

The old man also saw that the other party was not an ordinary person, so he hurriedly dissuaded the villagers behind him from acting rashly.

"Guys, don't blame the folks. Wang Xianggong is a great hero who has saved countless people. If Wang Xianggong is in Hebei, the old man still wants to live a few more years, watch my grandson grow up, inherit the lineage, and live a good life for a few days!"

He looked at Zhang Shuye and the others and shook his head.

"No matter who you are, if you want to know if Wang Xianggong is a good person, just ask the people of Hebei."

Zhang Shuye and the others were quite bored, unhappy, and left the ground.

"These shitty days, there are not many good things!"

Looking at their backs as they hung their heads and left, some of the people said angrily.