After Song Tongyin left Kuixing Tower, he didn't leave directly, but walked around Datong Mansion.

After Wang Zezhi knew that there would be no fight, he ordered the state of preparation to be lifted as soon as he left the table.

At this moment, the entire Datong Mansion came alive again.

Busy crowds can be seen everywhere in Datong Prefecture, and those people, under the leadership of merchants, are busy repairing the city and tamping the road.

On the road, you can always encounter horse-drawn carts pulling truckloads of materials to transport them to their respective forts.

At the end of July, the weather was already very hot, and the people who were working were sweating profusely, but their faces were full of happy smiles.

From the expressions of these people, you can feel that they are willing to work.

This is something that Song Tongyin has never encountered.

A large amount of wood and stone is needed to repair forts and fire road piers, and various workshops and tea stalls are also being built around these forts and fire road piers.

Lumbermills, quarries, horse and mule farms, everywhere, and even a few large factories managed on a large scale.

Song Tongyin looked at the hot construction site, as well as the businessmen who came and went, he felt the vitality in Datong Mansion, and in the end, everything turned into two words, prosperity.

"Recover the Cypriot Tatars, eradicate the corrupt officials, arrest the evil gentry and profiteers, great young man, hey, I'm old, I'm old."

Song Tongyin sighed with mixed emotions and continued to observe.

"Such a person, will he be a rebel and thief?" Song Tongyin's defense of Wang Zezhi gradually collapsed after seeing what he had done.

Compared with other places where there are many displaced people, thousands of miles of red land, the vibrant appearance of Datong Mansion has caused a huge impact on Song Tongyin's heart.

"New here, it's time to get food." There were people in the crowd who looked like officers and soldiers shouting.

The ragged people, who were obviously homeless, ran one after another, and then spontaneously lined up.

Behind the officer and army, a team of steel-armored heavy horsemen carried a cart of rice and grain to distribute food to the people.

"Our lord is merciful, no matter what you did before, what kind of person you are, as long as you come to join the military household, each person can receive five buckets of rice and grain per month, take your household registration sticker, and come one by one."

After all this time, these newcomers also know the rules.

They held their identity stickers and lined up in a regular manner.

When Song Tongyin saw this, he blushed with shame.

Originally, he thought that Wang Zezhi had confiscated so many merchants' property, and there must be a lot of silver.

He didn't expect that Wang Zezhi would use silver to buy food and distribute it to these homeless people.

In addition to the common people and workers, he also found many merchants.

He even saw the caravan of the Xue clan in Datong Mansion.

They took grain, cotton, cloth, coal, bamboo, tea, tung oil, lacquer, medicinal herbs, koji wine and other materials, and lined up in a long line towards the outside of the pass.

Song Tongyin followed them from Datong Mansion to the mouth of the tiger.

That's when he was shocked to find that the length of this team was far longer than he expected.

From the moment he saw the caravan, it was gone.

When he arrived at the mouth of the tiger, he found that there was an endless stream of caravans leaving the customs.

The caravans replenished from the rear were even more endless.

What surprised him even more was that the merchants were smiling at the tiger's mouth and willingly offered the customs fee.

This greatly surprised Song Tongyin.

In his consciousness, the merchants had just tossed around for Wang Zezhi's collection of business taxes.

Now how can I rush to pay the business tax one by one?

Song Tongyin couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand too much, he couldn't understand why the merchants had changed.

He couldn't understand that someone would buy food at their own expense and distribute it to the homeless.

He couldn't understand how Datong Mansion, which was obviously a mess, became vibrant.

If he didn't understand, he simply didn't think about it anymore, Song Tongyin touched the fold in his arms, this was the list of officials and generals he wanted to newly select to serve in various parts of the fort in Datong Prefecture, Prefecture and County.

His eyes twinkled, and he finally made a decision.

He had to ask Wang Zezhi first and ask him what he meant.

If something goes wrong with the people he sent and ruins the place, he will be a sinner.

Song Tongyin rushed back to Datong Mansion overnight to find Wang Zezhi.

It's already the middle of the night, Wang Zezhi is not sleepy at all, he is writing dramas.

When the herald came to report that Song Tongyin had asked to see him, Wang Zezhi asked someone to serve him tea and put him aside.

Song Tongyin saw that Wang Zezhi kept writing and writing, ignoring himself, so he stepped forward to take a look.

This play is called "Yelang Arrogance", and the content is like this.

Far to the West there is a country called Yoro.

After the king of this country dominated Yelang, he announced that he should divide the fields, one field for each person, and he could not rob or ask for more.

Officials are responsible for supervising farming and collecting land taxes.

The common people honestly received a piece of land, but the relatives of the emperor tried their best to lead one person and three fields.

However, as soon as the Yelang Kingdom opened, the imperial relatives did not dare to be too presumptuous, and the officials who collected taxes were able to collect the upper field tax according to the normal field tax.

The people also had food leftover, and everyone was very happy, calling it the founding of the country.

Gradually, problems arose.

The emperor's relatives received more fields, but some people did not.

What to do, they have no land to plant, so they have to borrow land from the emperor's relatives to plant, and promise that they will pay a lot of land taxes, and they will pay an extra one to the emperor's relatives.

The royal relatives felt that someone was working anyway, so that's it.

The people who borrowed the land to cultivate the land have since entered a life of misery.

Not only did they have to give their share of the field, but they also had to pay an extra share.

Later, the people multiplied, and more and more people were born.

At first, the common people who received the fields were okay, and their lives went on.

The people who borrowed land to plant could not do it, they had so much land, and they had to pay two land taxes, and their families had too many people to eat.

The emperor's relatives were afraid of the East Window Incident, so he sold the grain into gold and silver, bribed the officials, and asked the officials to help him hide the extra people.

The king of the kingdom of Yoro did not know that the population of his country had increased.

After the emperor's relatives settled the matter, they began to recklessly squeeze the labor force of these people.

Anyway, they are black households, and if they don't listen to him, they have nowhere to go.

Later, the greed of officials grew.

He asked for double the amount of gold and silver, keeping one for himself and the other for the officials above.

Just when there was "peace" in the country of Yoro, a more powerful country invaded.

They robbed the people of their food and killed many of them.

Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and at this time there was a drought.

When the weather is dry, the crops are not harvested, and the common people cannot pay the field tax.

The emperor's relatives came to them, and as long as they mortgaged the land to him, he was willing to help them hand over Tian Rui and lend them grain to eat.

The common people had no choice, so they mortgaged their fields to the emperor's relatives and borrowed grain.

The emperor's relatives had a lot of grain in stock, and he was able to pay the field tax in case of drought.

The people who had borrowed the land from him could no longer pay their taxes, so he lent them grain and asked them to plant the land that had been recovered from the mortgage, and then raise the interest rate to collect taxes when the harvest was good next year.

As a result, the people cried out that they could not live.

At this time, the Yelang country can still have food in stock.

The king ordered relief for the victims, and finally survived the natural and man-made disasters.