Liu Jin turned his head and saw the old man crying and laughing on the ground.

He immediately recognized it, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to help Wang Fugui, and asked softly, "Why is the elder crying?" ”

"The old man is happy," Wang Fugui smiled and cried: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son ......of Heaven is coming to Xinfeng, this is the blessing of the people of Xinfeng!" ”

In the distant Wenjing era, almost all the commoners in the entire Guanzhong were fantasizing that they could be classified under the rule of the crown prince.

Because, that means happiness and well-being.

For generations, the prince of Han has been based on the people of Shiyi County.

The living standards of the people in Chujun Shiyi County are generally higher than those in other counties.

This is because, with the arrival of the prince, there will be a large number of preferential and convenient policies and a lot of resources.

Wang Fugui still remembers very well that when he was young, his fathers and ancestors heard that Huxian County was included in the prince's food estate, and that envious look.

And His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson, once personally served and asked about the difficulties and difficulties in his life, and knew the demands of a small person like himself.

We will definitely introduce corresponding policies to alleviate the difficulties of our families.

Liu Jin held Wang Fugui's hand, did not dislike the other party's calloused hands at all, pulled him with feeling, and sighed: "Lone Zeng and Zhang Shizhong, stepping on Xinfeng, micro-obedience to ask about the suffering, the hardships of the elders and the people, since returning to Chang'an, day and night, tossing and turning, dreaming of sleep, thinking about the road to break the situation......"

"Although I am lonely in Chang'an, my inner soul is tied to the hard work of the people of Xinfeng......"

"The grandfather of the lonely emperor, Emperor Taizong Xiaowen once said: Born to steam the people, put the king to nourish it!"

"Lone is now ordered by the emperor's grandfather, thinking that the king of Xinfeng can be described as trembling, walking on thin ice, afraid of the virtue of loneliness, there is no way to support the people, and there is no way to repay the monarch's father......"

"Shiyun: In the past, I went back, and I was Fanghua. Now I think about it, rain and snow! Saying this, the look on Liu Jin's face became extremely deep.

Don't talk about other people, even Zhang Yue looks stupid.

Is this still the innocent emperor's eldest grandson?

I'm afraid that it was Taizong's possession, and the first emperor appeared!

This acting, this posture, I really can't find half a flaw.

It can only be said that Liu's actor is the best actor, which is about the inheritance engraved in the genes.

But Zhang Yue is a villain's heart and spends the belly of a gentleman.

Liu Jin really thinks so at this moment.

These words are indeed the true thoughts of his heart.

Since leaving Xinfeng, he wandered between the palaces and walked in the pavilion.

Thinking about it day and night, I am thinking about Xinfeng.

After thinking about it, he found that his ability was too slight, and his knowledge was too thin.

What he had learned in the past could neither fill the bellies of the people of Xinfeng nor save those who were enslaved.

After thinking about it, he finally found that the only thing he could do to the people seemed to be the only thing......

He held Wang Fugui's hand and said emotionally: "The people who are lonely and have nothing to do can avoid the Xinfeng people's land tax for three years, and I hope that my father will not abandon the lonely and the lonely!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Fugui deeply.

Then I bowed deeply to the fathers and villagers present.

In my heart, I am full of guilt and helplessness.

The people of Xinfeng have suffered for a long time, and the only thing he can do is to give up his own interests to make up for the people of Xinfeng.

This really made him feel deeply confused and blamed, and his heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

He was even worried and afraid, and the people of Xinfeng were dissatisfied with it, so they blamed him.

"Your Royal Highness is the eldest grandson of the Han Dynasty, why do you know that the people are suffering, and the people are trapped in fire and water, and the old cannot be raised, and the young cannot be taught, and they are so stingy?"

For countless nights, he was awakened by the rebuke of the people in his dreams.

Then, tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping.

"Your Highness is benevolent......" Wang Fugui listened, but he suddenly knelt down, kowtowed, and said: "Your Highness is benevolent!" ”

The surrounding farmers and doctors all knelt down involuntarily and bowed: "Your Highness is benevolent! ”

There were even three elders, who were moved to tears, and cried and said to the left and right: "Your Highness, the descendants of Guotaizong!" ”

Emperor Xiaowen of the Han Dynasty, although he abandoned the world for fifty or sixty years, he still lives in the hearts of the people of the world.

Whether it is a pawn of the common people or a powerful landlord, they are full of nostalgia for this majesty and the prosperous era he created.

In fact, the Han family can go through ups and downs, and it is still the people's will and the world is obedient.

The legacy of Han Taizong accounts for a large reason.

On the day of His Majesty's life, he was really virtuous, and he was born with birds and beasts.

In the hearts of the people of the Han Dynasty, it was the holy king of the three kings and five emperors in ancient times.

For a time, the whole world was a voice of praise and gratitude for His Highness's benevolence.

Exemption from land tax benefits all classes (except, of course, slaves and maids).

Especially for Xiaomin, the decision of this highness, almost like timely rain, will save countless families from bankruptcy.

The more the people are like this, the more guilty Liu Jin feels.

In his opinion, what he did was just a trivial matter.

How much is the annual field tax in Xinfeng County?

There are more than 70,000 acres of registered land, which is only 2,000 stone corn a year, which is only 200,000 yuan in money.

It is not as expensive as the children of the nobles in Chang'an, the cost of a cockfight.

It was not even as much as the amount he paid to the eunuchs on the left and right for a month.

If possible, he even hoped that all the burden of conscription and exorbitant taxes would be relieved of the people of the county.

It's a pity he can't.

He was exempt from the new Toyota tax because the land tax would eventually be handed over to him.

It's entirely at his disposal, so he can decide not to.

But he couldn't do anything about the other taxes.

Thinking of this, Liu Jin's guilt in his heart was even deeper.

He looked at the people in the audience and said in a low voice: "Lonely and thin, I don't deserve to be so loving by my father......"

He turned to look at Zhang Yue, and continued: "Fortunately, the emperor's grandfather ordered the lieutenant Zhang Yi to serve the ......."

"Zhang Shizhong Yunwen Yunwu, with a strategic mind, will be able to support the orphan to Qi Qizheng, and will be able to support the orphan to govern Xinfeng!"

When Zhang Yue heard this, he immediately stepped forward and bowed: "The minister is despicable, fortunately His Majesty does not give up and His Royal Highness is trustworthy, and he must do his best to support His Highness!" ”

In his heart, he quietly gave Liu Jin countless likes.

His Royal Highness the eldest grandson played like this, and there was no doubt that he had a good start for Xinfeng.

As long as you increase the publicity a little, spread the name of His Highness's benevolence among the people.

At that time, since Zhou Gong vomited and fed, the world returned to the heart.

The new Xinfeng bureaucracy will have a strong appeal and prestige in the hearts of the people and the people.

In China, as long as the government has prestige, appeal, organization, and a little planning, what can't be done?