Then Xiao Mi asked again: "Ming An is dead, will the Tibetans erect a monument for him? If he lives in the world, such a feat can even be set up as a shrine and enjoy the eternal incense offerings." ”

The shrines are all set up for God, and man can not afford to bear it, unless he has great merit. The ancestral hall is set up for the living, and there is a tablet inside, if the person is not worthy, he will also lose his life, which is the so-called "blessing".

Yan Saburo shook his head and said the second half of the message:

Ming An was wiped out in the explosion, but the civilians of the Tibetan Kingdom hated him so much that they gritted their teeth, and since they could not eat his flesh raw, they dragged out his two distant relatives who could not be beaten by eight poles, beat them to a bloody blur amid the screams and wails of the mother and son, and escorted them to the temple.

They wept and pleaded with the gods for renewed favor.

God can't leave them alone, otherwise how will they live in the future?

But at that time, the "gods" had already died out in large numbers along with the sacred tree, and the remaining oracles and believers totaled only more than twenty, all of whom were very busy, so how could they care about these mortals?

The gods did not respond, and the civilians were terrified, and turned around and vented their panic and fear on the mother and son.

They were dismantled in the screams, and countless people were still scrambling to bite off a piece of meat, and they still didn't understand their hatred.

And then what?

Then no one knew about it, and the seafarers who saw all this passed through the wall of fog and returned to the world, leaving the endless unknown in the Hidden Country.

After Xiao Mi listened, she couldn't speak for a long time.

The wind blows the willow leaves, and one of them falls to the water, causing layers of ripples. Xiao Mi looked at it and said quietly: "Those who hold salaries for everyone must not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow." ”

The hero was there, and the Hidden Nation wasn't even ready to meet him.

He looked at Yan Saburo and said sincerely: "At the beginning of the year, in my country and under my rule, such a tragedy will never be allowed!"

This is said to Yan Saburo, and it is also like saying it to himself.

Yan Saburo let out a "hmm".

Xiao Mi's gaze inadvertently swept over his chest, but saw that he had a red rope hanging around his neck, and a small bell fell from the rope.

The bell color is a bit quirky, not like metal.

Xiao Mi took a closer look and found that it was carved from wood, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did you hang the cat bell around your neck?"

is such a small one, it is almost the same for the white cat Qianqian. The cats in the palace also hung bells and jingled when they walked.

"This is what our ancestors left behind, and they don't want to take it off. Yan Saburo grabbed the wooden bell in his hand, "Besides, it's not good for cats to hang bells, it will damage their hearing." ”

Xiao Mi scolded with a smile: "You cat slave!"

Yan Saburo thought about it, and still asked: "Recently, there has been a lot of discussion in the market, the Zhao State in the north has been in drought for two consecutive years, and the crops in the fields have not been harvested, and refugees have fled to the south one after another?"

"Yes. Xiao Mi nodded, "There are not as many rivers and lakes as David, and you have to enjoy God's blessing." As of yesterday, Gu received a report that more than 4,000 refugees had been accommodated in the north, but the statistics were still incomplete. Some Zhao people were afraid of being repatriated by the guards, so they hid when they entered the country. ”

"In the past six months, there have been frequent incidents in the north, and there have been high cases of robbery and smashing. Speaking of this, Xiao Mi also had a little headache. Hunger and cold make thieves, and the homeless people are not easy to govern. "The observatory has sent newspapers several times, and they all say that it will be difficult to see rain in the next seven or eight months. When the time comes, there will be more displaced people going south. ”

The crowd is mobile, and if it can't survive in Zhao State, it will migrate. Wei Guo ended the civil war three years ago, developed smoothly, and bordered the Zhao State, which inevitably crossed the border.

"Shengyi is not far from the north. Yan Saburo said softly, "Is the king worried that they will go south and disturb Shengyi?"

When he was in Chunming City, he had seen the scene of the displaced people moving south. That was when Ju Yaoguo agreed to accept and did his best to resettle the refugees, and the public security cases were still emerging one after another, and it took many years to complete the rectification.

"Shengyi is safe, the army is stationed here, can't you deal with a few homeless people?" Xiao Mi shook his head, "It's not like that to let them run around." ”

What can displaced civilians, who have nothing to do? Just look at the Brown Army three years ago. Although the odds are extremely small, Xiao Mi doesn't want history to repeat itself.

Yan Saburo nodded, and the conversation changed: "I heard that Shengyi is going to expand the city, to Ronghu?"

"There's a plan. The old guys objected, saying that the people were working hard and the money was hurting, and advised the orphan not to follow in the footsteps of his brother. Xiao Mi couldn't help but snort angrily, "Short-sighted!"

"If you work together, you can create tens of thousands of workstations, and then you need a lot of labor. Yan Saburo said softly, "The king is pushing the light levy, if the peasants are requisitioned, it cannot exceed one month every year, and it has to be chosen when the farmers are slack." ”

Civilians were required to serve in conscription, that is, the royal court could conscript the common people for free, or enlist in the army for military service, or conscription for forced labor, open mountains and build roads, build bridges and dig canals, and everything was covered. The avant-garde king had a lot of conscription and requisitioned too much people's power, which provoked a mutiny and gave up the country.

Xiao Mi learned his lesson, even if he wants to expand the city on a large scale, it is not good to abuse the people's power.

But when will the city be expanded?

Xiao Mi was also very smart, and when he heard it, he understood what Yan Saburo meant: "You mean, it is difficult to attract displaced people to repair the city!"

"For they were wandering about, disobeying discipline. Now if you want to force them to come to repair the city and pave the road, how easy is it?" Xiao Mi thought further, "And there are too many displaced people, I am afraid that it will hinder Shengyi and cause robbery." ”

It's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God. What should I do if I really lead the displaced people to the vicinity of Shengyi and can't send them away in the future?

Fear of becoming a cancer.

"With a strong one, of course it's hard. Yan Saburo soaked the towel in hot water, and then wringed it dry and covered his forehead, "If you lure it with profit?"

"You mean?" Xiao Mi thoughtfully said.

"Pay according to the market price. ”

Xiao Mi smiled: "That's a lot of expenses." Originally, the purchase of materials, labor, food and accommodation would have to cost a huge amount. "It's so big that neither he nor the Lord Protector will be able to start this project this year.

"What if you don't just take money from the treasury?"

Xiao Mi was stunned: "What's the explanation?"

"There are many century-old families in Shengyi, and they have accumulated a lot of wealth. Yan Saburo went in and out of Shengyi several times to understand the basic situation, "Three years ago, the country changed, and a large number of big officials and magnates fell. Except for a small part of their family property that went to the state treasury, it all went into the pockets of others, and the rich became rich. ”

So although the country is not rich, officials and magnates have money in their hands, and they are getting richer and richer.

"Is there any way to make them pay for it?" Xiao Mi patted the splash, "You have to pay willingly." ”

Stealing someone's money is like killing someone's parents. Even if he is the supreme monarch, he cannot take money directly from the pockets of officials.

That's not called digging, it's called robbing. No matter how ridiculous the avant-garde king is, he knows that he can't do it.

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