"Weng Weng, are you doing well today?"

Zhao Zhongzhen entered the room and saw Zhao Yunrang reading a book, so he treated him as soon as he could.

Zhao Yunrang looked up and saw that he was wearing casual clothes. He said, "It's already done, are you going out?"

"Yes, my grandson wants to go to the Imperial Academy."

Zhao Yunrang nodded and said, "There are some refugees in the city, be careful."

After Zhao Zhongzhen left, the old servant said, "Alang, the little husband is looking depressed!"

Zhao Yunrang sneered: "Those beasts..."

Zhao Yung came back to life. Zhao Zhen's reaction in the palace was very interesting. He actually sent a lot of delicious food, which made the children and grandchildren in the prince's mansion feel something was wrong.

If you are really concerned, then the one who comes from the palace should be the imperial doctor, and it is best to stay forever.

Deliver delicious food...

Is this ridiculing Zhao Yung to be unable to eat?

The atmosphere in the mansion has not been very good recently, and those children and grandchildren often come and look like they want to speak but stop.

Is this...we have no chance at home?

No one dared to ask about this, for fear of being beaten and scolded by Zhao Yunrang.

But Zhao Zongshi gradually lost people and was neglected in front of him.

Zhao Zhongzhen is very clear about what this means.

He strolled on the street, watching the pedestrians, and the fog that was bursting out was very fun.

He gradually walked to the street and saw that there were many ragged people inside, all with their families, so he walked in along the side.

Most of these people were hungry, but had smiles on their faces.

He walked outside the gate of the Imperial Academy and saw a steaming scene.

"Does go!"

There were two tables in front of the gate of the Taixue School, with tall steamers piled up on them.

There was a shout inside, and then a stack of steaming steamers were carried out.

Two students went to help, unloaded the steamer, and the people began to surge forward.

"Don't squeeze everything, there are all, today's steamed buns are enough!"

A familiar voice came, and Zhao Zhongzhen looked in the sound, but it was Wang Rong.

At this moment, Wang Rong was standing by the side, inserting the folding fan at his waist, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, enough to handle it."

A man in front was an old man holding a child and waiting with a smile.

The steamer was opened and a fragrance suddenly came.

"It's a meat bun! It's a meat bun!"

There were children yelling in the crowd.

"Yes, it's meat buns."

Chen An came out, and he also carried a three-layer steamer.

Zhao Zhongzhen went over to help, and the two put the steamer on the table, and then the students began to shout, "Come one by one, there is hot tea next to it, and medicine in the tea. Drinking it can prevent epidemics."

There is a large jar on the table next to it, with hot steam on it, and the medicinal herbs are very fragrant.

When the steamed buns are obtained, the people will squat down the wall, and those with children will take care of their children and eat them first.

"It smells so good!"

If you take a bite of the meat steamed bun, the noodles are soft and there is juice inside. The fragrance is strong and it makes people unable to stop after taking a bite.

"tasty!"

A woman ate a few bites, then went to the side to make tea with bamboo tubes, and then she burped.

"This Taixue steamed bun is really delicious!"

"Yes, Taixue steamed buns are really delicious."

"It's better than...the steamed buns I ate in Panlou that year."

"Have you been to Panlou, too?"

"That's not... There is a house selling steamed buns outside Fanlou, which is so delicious."

A big man was caged in his sleeves with his hands, licking his lips and sniffing: "I was rich back then, but later... I was in trouble and had no choice but to sell the land. Later, I helped people farm... and then I was in a state of decline."

"This is the fragility of self-cultivated farmers."

Chen An whispered: "They don't have much savings. Once they encounter a natural disaster, it's just ordinary to destroy their family..."

Zhao Zhongzhen nodded, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "The Song Dynasty... I saw that family in the village last time. Not to mention natural disasters and man-made disasters, even if I have a few more children, I am afraid I can't raise them."

Self-cultivation farmers are the foundation, but the Song Dynasty cannot protect its own foundation.

"Those rebellions..."

Chen An hesitated for a moment, and finally expressed his opinion: "The tax is too heavy. If they can't survive, they will naturally find a way... Most of the rebellion is to attract attention, and then... kill people and set fire to be recruited. Is this ridiculous?"

This era is really strange. Bianliang city is prosperous everywhere, but when you go to the slums and the countryside, you will know that the farmers in this era are still unchanged and are still struggling to survive.

The prosperous era is full of brilliance, but there is often darkness below it.

Later, the Qingmiao Law had the government's profit-making side, but there were also concerns that the people had a difficult life when they were not in the future.

Wang Anshi thought about how to achieve the same method in the world, and live up to the Tathagata and the Qing Dynasty. The interest rate of the official Qingmiao money was low, which helped the people reduce the burden, but the methods and implementation became problems.

In this era, just by hanging a sign of an official business almost means being at the same time, and it also means that there is only a mess left in the end.

Zhao Zhongzhen nodded, and Chen An continued, "What is the reason for the heavy tax?"

"It costs too much, three redundant."

"It's almost the same. Nowadays, the dynasty is not enough to make ends meet every year, so reforms are necessary."

I play deficit every year, and if I continue playing, I will go bankrupt and eventually I can only pay taxes.

“Increase revenue and reduce expenditure.”

Chen An felt that these four words truly convey the true meaning of national financial management.

"Reducing expenses is to make efforts to make three redundant efforts, and then reduce taxes, so that the people can rest and recuperate... But the key is administration."

Zhao Zhongzhen praised: "If the administration is not clear, no matter how good the innovation is, it will become harmful to the people and disturb the people."

Chen An patted his shoulder and said, "You are still young, don't stay at home all day long, go inside and take a look, and see the vitality of those students."

The two of them entered the Imperial Academy and could see students along the way.

Those students fiddled with tents in the open space, and discussed with each other if they didn't understand.

"The victims will stay here for a few days and go back to rebuild their homes after they get the results of the North Korean government."

"Not Xiangjun?"

Zhao Zhongzhen smiled and said, "Yes, priority is given to the placement now."

"Brother Anbei, you were so brave at that time. Looking back now, if the prime ministers had a tough attitude, you would probably..."

Zhao Zhongzhen felt that Chen An was really brave, including that he had tried many times in banned areas during this battle in the prefectures and prefectures, such as Zhujingguan.

Chen An said lightly: "You want to accomplish something these days, but you can't do it without courage, and you can't do it if the method is wrong. If you don't have courage, you will give up halfway, and if the method is wrong, you will go in the opposite direction with the original intention."

Zhao Zhongzhen thought for a while, then asked, "Qingli New Policy?"

Isn’t that a typical example of lack of courage?

Chen An nodded, but refused to say an example of the wrong method.

Wang Anshi will come once in the future, which will trigger fierce party struggles. In the end, a vigorous reform turned into endless internal friction, exhausting the last trace of the Song Dynasty.

The kitchen of the Taixue School is right in front of you. At this time, people are in and out of the room from time to time, and white mist is emerging.

"Su Yan, go and bring firewood!"

"good!"

A student ran out with a grayish-black face, most likely burning fire.

He ran to the side and tried hard to pick up a bundle of fire and went in.

"Su Yan, there is no water."

The student carried a bucket to fetch water again.

When he came back from carrying water panting, someone shouted: "Su Yan, the wheat flour is gone, go get some."

"good!"
To be continued...