"After this Huainan County, it will be the imperial capital Luoyang." Shangguan Junyue said softly, a little confused.

Half a month has passed since Jing Ge was injured, under the treatment and conditioning of Shangguan Junyue. Jing Ge's injuries had already recovered, and the two bought horses when they passed through Surabaya County, and slowly marched towards the imperial capital.

"Hedong is still quite far from the imperial capital, how can Mo Kun arrive in a day or two?" Jing Ge asked casually, could it be that Liuyunju could really travel thousands of miles a day?

"They take the official road, and there are post stations every hundred miles on the official road, and you know the speed of the flowing cloud horse. They change a batch of Liuyun horses every 100 miles at the post station, so they can travel thousands of miles a day. Shangguan Junyue explained.

Jing Ge suddenly, it turned out to be like this, no wonder he could travel thousands of miles a day.

On the outskirts of Huainan County, many farmers are busy in the fields, and it is the time of spring rush. Huainan County is one of the main grain producing areas of Daqin, the land is very fertile and flat, suitable for planting, but these farmers in front of them are ragged, yellow and thin, obviously not enough food.

This reminds Jing Ge of a poem: Plant a grain of millet in spring, harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn, there is no idle field in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death.

When he was very young, Jing Ge read this poem, but he had long forgotten it and buried it in the depths of his memory. Because in the time he once lived, there would have been no such sight. And now, he has seen and heard along the way. There is no need to deliberately recall, the poem emerges naturally.

Jing Ge found that Shangguan Junyue was also staring at these farmers in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Along the way, they saw countless refugees, some of them were about to starve to death, Shangguan Junyue saw these poor peasants, they would give silver relief, and the silver tickets in their arms were almost scattered.

If there is a disease, Shangguan Junyue will also treat them, and he does not dislike how sloppy those poor people are. Jing Ge thought, maybe this is her nature, a kind-hearted girl.

The Qin State was heavily taxed, and more than half of the grain revenue had to be handed over to the state and charged into the state treasury, and these lands were not owned by farmers, but by wealthy officials and the like. These busy farmers all year round are tired and tired to work, but they only get a little bit of food, so that they don't starve to death.

When Jing Ge saw these scenes, he couldn't bear it, he had seen the real peaceful and prosperous world. Although there are some injustices there, and the gap between the rich and the poor is also very large, at least there is no need to worry about food and clothing, and it is easy to survive.

Am I going to try to help them?

"I wanted to travel to the world and do my best to treat these poor people." Shangguan Junyue said in a slightly hoarse voice, "But I know that there are thousands of poor people in this world, and they can't be saved at all." ”

"So you're going back to the imperial capital, where you have the slightest chance to change their lives?" Jing Ge asked softly.

If that's the case, that's a big ambition.

In such a patriarchal era, Shangguan Junyue would have such an idea, but I don't know what she should do and go back to give advice to his father? The second brother named Sun Changqing also had similar thoughts.

There will always be a few such people in every era, who take the world as their own responsibility and do their best to fight for it at the expense of themselves. That's why the world is getting better and better.

"Only when the world is unified and the kings are wise and virtuous, can these poor people be fed and clothed." Shangguan Junyue replied.

Jing Ge nodded, expressing his approval, living in this era, it is already good to be able to rule a wise monarch.

And he didn't have the idea of saving the people in the world as his own responsibility. History tells us that most of the sages who were worried about the worries of the world and the joys of the world are dead.

Therefore, Jing Ge adheres to the consistent idea that major events such as serving the country and the people must be done on the premise of protecting their own lives. Otherwise, Lao Tzu accidentally hung up, and Yue'er remarried the old king next door the next day, then it would really be blind to death, Jing Ge thought.

"Let's go, let's go into town." Jing Ge led the horses and walked along the river into Gusu City.

The river, called the Gusu River, runs through Gusu City, the capital of Huainan County, and the residents of the city live a better life. Most of the people who could live in the city were residents with household registration, and there were a few fields, and most of the miserable people Jing Ge had seen before who could barely survive were slaves.

Many cruel masters beat and scolded those slaves when they were slightly dissatisfied, and no one would ask if they were killed, and they sold themselves to the rich officials, which was regarded as an item of those rich and noble families. Everything belongs to the owner, not even life.

"Perhaps the slave trade should be abolished, and those slaves should be free." Jing Ge said tentatively, he wanted to see Shangguan Junyue's reaction.

"Because every human being is born equal and free? I remember you saying that to the red mouse. Shangguan Junyue looked at him.

"Yes." Jing Ge replied.

Shangguan Junyue was silent.

After all, she is very human, and she may be able to accept this kind of thinking. But not necessarily for others, Jing Ge thought to himself.

When you are in this era, you show wisdom and ideas that surpass everyone and are an outlier in the eyes of people.

As the fairy tale goes, there was a king who felt that his subjects were as smart and wise as he was, and that they were not good enough to show his honorable status as a king. So he begged the gods to turn everyone but him into fools. And the subjects who had become stupid could not understand what the king was doing, but unanimously believed that the king was a fool.

Like Galileo, he was burned to death because he told people that the earth was not the center of the world, but the sun. Jing Ge is not a corrupt person who does not know how to be flexible, he will not say something that does not have much practical significance and cannot be understood in this era.

Seeing the scene in Gusu City, Shangguan Junyue was in a slightly better mood, although the residents here were not particularly wealthy, at least food and clothing could be guaranteed.

In the afternoon, the willows on the bank of the Gusu River are still clinging, and the newly drawn willows ripple with the breeze, which is quite quiet.

There are people fishing.

It was an old man in his sixties and seventies, dressed in shabby linen clothes. Sitting on the bank of the river, in front of him was a small table. There was a book on the table, and a sign leaned against the table, on which was written crookedly: Mai Shenxiang.

At first glance, it looks like the writing of a three-year-old child, like a few weak and boneless earthworms crawling. Look closely, but there is a chic and elegant temperament, and the strength is hidden in the meantime, and the landscape is not revealed.

Good words, Jing Ge sighed secretly.

"Uncle, are you fishing?" Jing Ge tied the horse to a willow tree and slowly approached, and naturally sat down on the small bench in front of his stall.

The old man in sackcloth put down the fishing rod, turned around, and gently stroked his gray beard to look at Jing Ge carefully.

Jing Ge looked at him calmly.

After a short while. The old man nodded his head twice, and said with a look of approval: "Well, yes, the young man is really extraordinary, and he can even see that the old man is fishing!" ”

Shangguan Junyue looked at the conversation between the old and the young with a dull expression. What are people doing when they're not fishing with a fishing rod? Isn't this asking nonsense?

And you can see that you are fishing even if you have extraordinary knowledge? The blind can't see it! Two idiots.

Jing Ge didn't think there was anything wrong with this conversation at all, and when he heard the old man's praise, he didn't hesitate to continue, "Of course, Ben Shuai's vision is naturally far beyond those ordinary people, and it is very human." ”

"Very good, young man, the old man is amazed to see your bones, the twelve palaces of life are all otherworldly scenes. In the future, he will be rich and rich, and it is no problem to pay homage to the king, so the old man will congratulate him here. The old man said.

"Is that true?" Jing Ge's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

"Old decay never lies. Let me see your palm print numerology. The old man smiled and pulled Jing Ge's left hand and looked at his palm carefully. After a moment, his smile faded, his face became more and more solemn, his brow furrowed, and his expression was extremely serious.

"Husband." Jing Ge shouted softly, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

Jing Ge shouted two or three times before the old man came back to his senses, and then he shook his head and sighed, and said, "Today, I saw a peerless destiny that occurs once in a thousand years, but everything in the world is in balance. Although you have great luck, your life is unspeakably precious. But the road of fate is bumpy, and you look at this criss-crossing pattern, cutting your lifeline. This kind of line is an extremely rare dead line, and if you have more than one, I am afraid that you will not escape the fate of untimely death. ”

"Ah, is there a way to crack it?" Jing Ge hurriedly asked, his face showing panic and anxiety.

Shangguan Junyue watched quietly from the side, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, life is really like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

"God has the virtue of a good life, and there will always be a glimmer of life. Fortunately, you met me today, and I will change your life for you and help you embark on a smooth road in life. The old man stroked his long white beard and said.

"It's just that the old man has to pay a lot of price for doing this kind of thing against the sky......"

"Then there is Lao Lao to help, if there is really something in the future, I will not dare to forget the grace of today's Lao Zhang's life." Jing Ge interrupted him.

"Young man, you're very insincere." The old man saw that Jing Ge had no intention of paying money, and said unhappily.

"The kid can't bear to pay such a big price, why don't you pass on the method of changing your life to me, and I will change my life against the sky." Jing Ge said with a smile.

"What the hell do you want to do, stinky boy? Didn't you come to ridicule the old man on purpose? The old man said with an unkind expression.

"I'd like to take a look at this book." Jing Ge pointed to the thick old book on his desk. There are four words on it, the corners have been rolled up, and the paper is yellowed, it should be some years.

"I don't borrow it." The old man refused without hesitation.

"How about borrowing ten taels of silver once?" Jingge asked.

"Nope." The old man still decisively refused.

"Twenty taels, this is all our net worth." Jing Ge said that along the way, Shangguan Junyue sometimes helped the poor, and the money was indeed almost spent.

This old man usually looks here, but it's just a few copper plates at a time, and now someone wants to pay such a big price to see this ancestral broken book?

He hesitated, "Okay, but you can't take it with you, you can only watch it here." ”

"Okay, thank you, the kid's surname is Jing Mingge, I haven't asked my grandfather for so long, please forgive the boy's rudeness." Jing Ge became much more humble after getting his consent.

"The old man's surname is Jiang, his name is Shang, and some young people also call me a god because of his good looks." The old man replied.

"Uncle Jiang, you won't use a straight hook to fish here." Jing Ge asked.

Uncle Jiang rolled his eyes: "How can you catch a fish with a straight hook, you kid really doesn't have a bright head." ”

Jing Ge smiled, too, this old thing in front of him looks like an old pit, where could it be that Jiang Taigong.

At this time, a fish was hooked, and Mr. Jiang put the fishing rod away, and there was a small fish with no more than two fingers hanging on the hook, and Mr. Jiang took the fish off and threw it into the river.

"My husband is fishing for fun?" Jing Ge was puzzled.

"No, it's just that this fish is too small." There is an unwritten rule on the Gusu River that small fish less than two fingers will be released, whether it is fishing or casting nets to catch fish.

The people who have lived on both sides of Gusu for thousands of years have long understood this truth and firmly abide by this rule, so the fish catch in the Gusu River is inexhaustible.

"Taigong, I can only give you ten taels of silver." Shangguan Junyue bit her lower lip and took out ten taels of silver and put them on the table. "The remaining ten taels are owed first, and I will pay you back later."