Zhu Qizhen returned to the hall with the joy of beating the local tyrants, and couldn't help but be happy in front of the sea in the house.

No, this happiness can only be doubled by sharing.

"Haibei, come here, I'll tell you something......"

Zhu Qizhen beckoned and said happily.

Kaibei listened quietly, not looking very interested.

Looking at Zhu Qizhen's smug appearance, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but want to deliberately anger Zhu Qizhen.

blinked his big black and white eyes, and then threw out an unbelievable question: "Your Majesty is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, rich all over the world, is he still short of money?" ”

This question asked Zhu Qizhen.

The emperor is the lord of the world, and he can still lack money?

But the emperor is really short of money.

There is a saying that it is not unreasonable to say that Ming died in finance.

Finance, the noose that was tied around the neck of every emperor in the Ming Dynasty, with continuous contraction, finally strangled the empire to death.

Of course, improving the existing fiscal and taxation system is not a matter of patting the head on the head, touching the lower lip with the upper lip, and making a big deal out of the land and returning the fire to the public.

Zhu Qizhen is not in a hurry, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Zhu Qizhen glanced at Haibie, who was sitting back at the table in a daze, this little princess on the grassland has now become a canary in a cage, which made Zhu Qizhen feel some compassion.

"I've been in the house for a long time, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Like a frightened kitten, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, half wary and half shy, but she quickly covered it up and shook her head.

"Really?"

Zhu Qizhen deliberately teased her, "Really don't go?"

If you don't go, I'll go.

Tsk, I see that it is still early at this time, I heard that there is a restaurant in Datong City that is quite famous, and the craftsmanship is a must, so I just went to try it to see if it is worthy of the name or false. ”

Zhu Qizhen said as he deliberately smashed his mouth, and then he was about to go out.

"I'll go".

Haibete, who couldn't stand the temptation, was immediately completely corroded and softened in the face of the temptation of food.

"Wait, wait", Zhu Qizhen saw her impatient, and couldn't cry or laugh: "What are you anxious about, wait for me to change my clothes."

It's not too late. ”

Zhu Qizhen, who changed into civilian clothes, only took Yuan Bin as a guard, and the three of them left the palace.

On the streets, the lights are bright, and there is no end in sight to the paving stalls.

The streets are full of people, people coming and going, bustling, noisy, it is a prosperity that has never been seen on the grassland.

If you don't know that this place is a border pass and a strong city, and the Warat people have troops outside, this scene really makes Zhu Qizhen have an illusion of peace.

Yes, people live, and you can't live just because the Warats are outside.

Haibei, who has been holding back in the Daiwang Mansion for several days, seems to have released a caged bird at this time, and is curious about everything.

Selling lamps, jewelry, and a dazzling array of goods are deeply attracted to Haibei.

In the end, listening to the shouts of the sugar gourd sellers, looking at the sugar gourds, Haibei's saliva was almost left.

Zhu Qizhen took the broken silver from Yuan Bin's hand and handed it to the vendor: "Here's a bunch." ”

"Five strings".

Haibei took over the conversation, stretched out five white fingers, and talked about the conditions.

"Five strings."

Zhu Qizhen followed her words.

Haibei took the sugar gourd and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

In an instant, the little face was wrinkled, and he shivered sourly.

In view of the fact that it was Emperor Zhu's money, she gritted her teeth as if she had made a huge ideological struggle, and handed Zhu Qizhen a string.

Zhu Qizhen thought about it, and the picture of Emperor Ming eating sugar gourds on the street .........

The picture is too beautiful to think about it......

Zhu Qizhen shook his head and refused, don't ask for it, and enjoy it alone.

Next, almost every stall that sells food, whatever it is, she wants to try it.

After a while, Haibei was alone with a large bag and a small bag, holding a full bosom.

Further on, as the number of men skyrocketed, some Yingying Yanyan was wearing revealing clothes, wearing heavy makeup, scratching their heads, throwing flattering eyes, and hooking the soul of men.

There are also some people who look like small people squeezed in front of Zhu Qizhen, looking at Zhu Qizhen's dress, he knew that he was the son of a big family, laughing one by one, and trying his best to sell his own family: "This master, do you want to go in and drink the wine to warm and warm, our girl, the whole Datong is this, whether it is to accompany the wine and compose poems, or to warm the bed, what do you want."

This lord, don't hide it, we are, Mongolian, Han, old, young, young, with a body, everything, even the little minister also has ......"

Zhu Qizhen: .........

Pulling Haibei, Zhu Qizhen almost escaped.

"Those women are wearing so little, aren't they cold?

And what are they shouting, uncle, come in and play.

What to do in there? Shall we go in and have fun too? ”

Following behind, Haibei didn't understand why he left, and asked like a curious baby.

"Cough, cough", Zhu Qizhen coughed a few times, patted her head, and changed the topic: "Are you hungry?" Go to eat. ”

As soon as he heard about eating, Haibei nodded again and again, forgetting what had just happened.

After he was full of wine and food, Zhu Qizhen thought of something, "Go to a place with me, and eat everything." ”

Zhu Qizhen is going to the shantytown camp of the victims.

It's full of shacks, sewage, garbage, a foul smell floating in the air, people are in rags, their faces are green, and many dolls are running around with bare butts.

This scene is completely incompatible with the prosperity of Fangcai, like the slums in the later generations.

Dirty, messy, poor......

This is the first impression of Zhu Qizhen.

But fortunately, Zhu Qizhen distributed food, so that they could at least have food and clothing, everything was quite stable, and there was almost no big mess.

Yuan Bin put his hand on his waist, nervous.

Haebetsu had never seen anything like this.

"They, where did they all come from?"

Zhu Qizhen lightly explained their origins.

Along the way, many people saw them, and they dodged for fear of colliding with them.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation, and a woman let out a terrible cry, and the voice of the person was noisy.

Yuan Bin almost drew his knife.

When Zhu Qizhen heard this, his spirit was shocked, and he followed the sound to the outside of the shack.

A man with six gods and no owner, collapsed outside the shack, his face was miserable with fright.

A woman walked out of the shack, cold sweat on her forehead, her hands were full of blood, and her mouth was still muttering: "No, no, the third daughter-in-law of Wang has fainted, hurry up and send it to the hospital, it will be too late for half an hour in the evening......"

When the man named Wang San heard this, he knelt down and howled to the man beside him: "Hundred households, hundred households, save my daughter-in-law, save my daughter-in-law......

The hundred households gritted their teeth, took out a money bag from their arms, and were about to call someone to find a Langzhong.

At this time, Zhu Qizhen stepped forward.

"Yuan Bin, go to the palace on behalf of the king to find the doctor, you want the best, you can't delay for a moment, go quickly."

"But Your Majesty ......"

Yuan Bin was also anxious.

"Did I let you go, deaf?"

Zhu Qizhen raised the pitch.

The people around him unconsciously held their breath.

Yuan Bin didn't dare to disobey, turned around and ran around.