After passing through fasting, Zhao Yunliang and his son seemed to have opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and their minds became more aware.

Let Zhao Zongjiang go down to experience the people's sentiment. This is a good move. It will not only not stimulate Zhao Zhen, but also gain favorable feelings from all parties.

The memorial was not as simple as Zhao Yunrang said, but very complicated

Zhao Zongjiang pointed out that the people's lives are hard and there are several suggestions, one of which is to open warehouses to suppress grain prices every year when the Qinghuang period is not in the process of resuming food.

"He also learned the method of Chen An's suppression of grain prices. The counselor's family sent the censor to check when opening the warehouse and releasing grain. If anyone dared to take the opportunity to collect grain, he would increase the disposal. Merchants were exiled and officials were exiled..."

It's cruel enough!

Zhao Zhongzhen stood up and said, "Weng Weng, it's hard for Dad to know about this."

Zhao Zongshi is still recuperating. If he forces him to do such trivial things, he might get sick.

Zhao Yunrang said dejectedly: "This matter...forget it, let Zhao Yunliang's family take the lead."

He beat the bed and said unwillingly: "Zhongzhen, you are good at studying. Let's make his family look good in the future."

Zhao Zong really can't do it, but Zhao Zhongzhen is the best among the next generation. Let's bear it first, and Ma Yashuang will be seen at dawn!

Zhao Zhongzhen bowed and the old servant advised: "Alang, Shisanlang is steady. When he was in the palace, the official family and the queen were favored, so we are not in a hurry."

Zhao Yunrang shook his head and said, "I also want to go with the flow, but the eighth family showed their strengths and acted domineeringly. Since we started, it would be useless even if our family retreated!"

The so-called Eight Kings were also powerful figures back then and acted fiercely.

"Even if Zhao Yunliang pretends to be honest, the family's character is just like that. Can the dogs change their habits and eat shit?"

Zhao Yunrang's eyes were filled with harshness and said, "If you don't advance, you will retreat. Once Zhao Zongjiang gets the throne, our family will not have a peaceful life! Maybe it's done..."

His eyes froze slightly, then looked outside and said mutely: "The Liao people like condors and collect them from tribes further north every year... The condors only survive on cliffs and are arrogant and do not train them. The catcher has to climb the rock at the risk of being crushed to pieces... Even if they catch them, they still have to train them..."

"You can't close your eyes to the eagle. Once it closes its eyes, it will wake it up... and keep slapping... until the eagle surrenders."

The old servant was shocked and asked, "Alang, is the official family just trying to support us now?"

Zhao Yunrang sat on the couch and cursed: "Emperors are not humans. From the moment they ascended the throne, they are no longer humans! Those minds are not something you and I can imagine. In their bones... they are all ice in their bones..."

"I went to the palace...that was prison! It was cold everywhere. If I didn't do it well, I would go wrong and say it... I was walking on thin ice, and Shisanlang was tortured and sick."

The wind from the fan blew gently, and the old servant suddenly shivered...

...

“Unless you can reincarnate, there will be no good things that will be gained without effort.”

A workshop has been built on the farm of Chen'an's family, and ox carts are coming and going from time to time.

Chen An took Zhao Zhongzhen and Zhe Ke to the workshop, and as soon as he entered, someone exclaimed.

"I've met Mr. Lang."

This is the place to make the fragrance, and the men are bottled.

It is a very primitive funnel, and precise measurement can only be achieved by the lift.

Further down is the last process: check and cover plug, plus sealing wax.

“It’s very simple.”

Zhao Zhongzhen and Zhe Kexing, who were said to be very simple, were rushed to operate by Chen An for half an hour, but ended up in a hurry and broke several bottles, and the fragrance splashed all over the ground.

"Langjun, these two are very stupid..."

The manager felt a little sad about the fragrance, so he complained to Chen An.

Chen An stood outside the door, and there was a workshop for women's underwear.

The manager looked back at the inside and said angrily: "They are still laughing!"

"Go away!"

Chen An shouted, and Zhao Zhongzhen and Zhe Kexing were as if they were amnesty, and rushed out with a fragrance.

The manager was happy in his heart, so he didn't care about their "stupidity".

After the wheat harvest, the fields were empty, but became a paradise for birds.

"There are many lost wheat grains in the fields, and some mixed foods that can be eaten, so this is the last good opportunity for birds to replenish their food. After autumn, they can only look at the sky."

Chen An picked up a piece of soil and threw it over hard. Suddenly, a group of birds flew up.

Zhao Zhongzhen asked, "Didn't you say you want to pick up wheat?"

Chen An glanced at him and said sarcastically: "Do you know how difficult it is to pick up wheat grains when they fall into the ground? But it is a good thing that you have such an idea, which means that your heart is not cold yet. Go, you two go to the ground to pick up wheat grains, each of them will have one hundred grains, and you will get it up after you finish it."

He didn't say why not eat meat minced meat, just taking care of Zhao Zhongzhen's face.

"One hundred pills... not many!"

The two teenagers smiled relaxedly, and Chen An was walking along the side.

An old man came over with his hands behind his back and saluted with his hands crossed.

"I've met Mr. Lang."

"Talk casually."

Chen An didn't bubbling on the village, so everyone was still a little unfamiliar with him.

The old man pointed at Zhao Zhongzhen in the field and asked, "Does Langjun want wheat grains?"

Chen An nodded and shook his head, "Just ask them to pick up some and go home to feed the chickens."

The old man sighed, "Mr., the chickens at home are all in the fields during this period..."

At this time, there is something to eat in the fields, and the people are not stupid. They all drive their own chickens here to find food.

Chen An didn't expect this and said seriously: "It's just a little hard work."

"Harding!"

The old man muttered to leave, and it sounded like that... It was clearly not hardship, but torture.

Zhao Zhongzhen bent down and searched for wheat grains. It took half an hour since he went down to the ground and found more than thirty grains.

He straightened his waist, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and saw that Zhe Kexing was searching carefully in front of him, and said, "Zhundao, it's hard to find!"

Zhe Kexing didn't answer, and he kept walking and soon started to change places.

He is an archer, and his eyesight is naturally much stronger than Zhao Zhongzhen, so after two rounds, he held the wheat grains and went up.

"One hundred pills!"

Chen An nodded and asked, "You are considered a yamen in Fuzhou City. It is impossible to farm. What do you think today?"

Zhe Kexing smiled bitterly and said, "Trouble people. I used to see farmers working in the fields, and I always felt that it was not very hard. I tried it today and realized that I was wrong."

He was relieved, but it took Zhao Zhongzhen more than half an hour to complete the task, and he couldn't straighten his waist when he came up.

He held Yang Mo and grinned, "Brother Anbei, I know the suffering of farmers now!"

He thought this was bitter, but Chen An said lightly: "This is just loosening the muscles and bones. A real farmer sometimes has to be busy from the morning to the evening. This is called working from sunrise to sunset. And you only have more than an hour, what does this matter?"

"That's so hard?"

Zhao Zhongzhen sighed, "If this is the case, it is embarrassing to not recognize the sufferings of the people!"

This attitude is good, but Chen An did not approve, but continued to whine: "This is not a pain."

"Not counting yet?"

Zhao Zhongzhen stared at his eyes, feeling that such a life would be harder.

Chen An took them to the village house.

Five thatched huts, this is the place where a family of four lives is located.

The owner is named Li Er, his wife Wang, and one is called Li Dagou and the other is called Li Sangou.

"I've met Mr. Lang."

Li Er rubbed his hands, his face turned red and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

But Wang was more generous and called Li Dagou and Li Sangou to move the stool.

Several people sat outside and Chen An asked, "After this year's wheat harvest, when will the food stored at home be eaten?"

Li Er lowered his head and said, "Mr., please save yourself some... at least you can hold on."

His hands were very rough, and Wang's hands were not delicate either.

"Mr., what you fear most is February and March..."

Wang looked up and said, "The gods are sad in February and March! At least Cai He is here, so it is convenient to water. And after you take the village, the officials dare not come again..."

Zhao Zhongzhen asked in confusion: "What does the gods mean to be sad in February and March? Officials come...what are they here?"

Chen An explained: "The gods were sad in February and March because the food in the fields had not been harvested yet, the tender leaves on the trees were stolen, wild vegetables were also popular, and the food stored at home was gone... At that time, the most difficult time, if the family could not survive, they could only be beggars."

He waved at Li Laosan, but Li Laosan sniffled and didn't dare to come over. The older Li Boss stood beside him and smiled silly.

"As for the officials, what do you think they are here to do?"
To be continued...