Zhao Huan frowned slightly, grabbed Wang Daquan's shoulders, and said angrily: "Are these people rogues and bandits?"
Zhao Huan seemed calm on the surface, but he was panicking in his heart.
He has too many negative influences now. Zheng Qingyun's life and death, the battle in Yizhou Prefecture, and the elimination of the residual poison caused by Zhu Boping's lineage have all focused the attention of the entire Bianjing on him.
Coupled with the stubborn donkey Zhou Pu, he always held back his thoughts to impeach Zhao Huan.
If we get involved with thieves and bandits at this time, if it becomes the straw that breaks the camel's back, then the joke will be big!
Wang Daquan felt the force coming from his shoulder and gritted his teeth in pain. In order to avoid Zhao Huan crushing his shoulder blade directly, he quickly explained.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Even if you lend me a hundred courages, you will not dare to collude with bandits."
"These people are all...all...dung men."
After saying that, Wang Daquan quickly lowered his head, mentally prepared to be kicked to death by Zhao Huan.
Changfu on the side also had a bad look in his eyes, showing no intention to excuse Wang Daquan, as if Wang Daquan's move was a great insult to the palace.
Zhao Huan finally understood why Changfu and Wang Daquan reacted this way.
Because the city-states of the Song Dynasty were extremely large and developed, the drainage system was still a common problem in ancient city-states.
The huge population produces an astonishing amount of excrement every day. If it is not cleaned up in time, the entire Bianjing city will soon turn into a smelly and filthy place. It will even breed snakes, rats, insects and ants, causing plagues and other diseases.
Evil contagion.
This gave rise to the industry of "dungfuyelang".
Logically speaking, only poor people are willing to do this kind of dirty and tiring work at the lowest level of society. Most of them are thin and small due to long-term malnutrition.
But...the problem is that manure is a good fertilizer. Whether ordinary people or landlords and gentry, they will spend money to buy manure in order to increase the production of farmland.
Picking manure has become a "sunrise industry".
Where there are interests, there are fights, and a profession called "dung bully" was born.
If you want to monopolize any industry, you need extraordinary force value, otherwise you will not be able to convince the public, and ordinary people cannot systematically hone their martial arts, so the most convenient way to improve your force is to have a burly body.
Wang Daquan was filled with guilt and self-blame, and secretly cursed himself for not being so obsessed with bringing these filthy people to the prince.
If Changfu hadn't reminded him in time and brought these people directly to the palace, otherwise the princess would have had to skin him if she knew about it.
"I am willing to take the blame and ask the prince to punish me."
Seeing Wang Daquan blaming himself, Zhao Huan patted him on the shoulder and wrote lightly: "Get up."
Wang Daquan was stunned and couldn't believe his ears. He quickly raised his head and looked up at Zhao Huan: "Your Majesty, don't you blame your subordinates for bringing this group of filthy people in front of you and tarnishing your reputation?"
On the contrary, these sincere words made Zhao Huan frown.
"You have done your best to serve me, why should I blame you?"
"As for filthy people, it's even more nonsense!"
"Although they are scumbags, they still make a living by working hard. They don't steal or rob. How come they are filthy?"
"On the contrary, in my opinion, these scumbags are actually the noblest people in Bianjing City."
At this time, the singers from Jiaofangsi had already crowded the courtyard, waiting to watch the excitement.
Hearing Zhao Huan's words, a singer named Xiao Yan'er covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty is really good at joking, how can these scumbags become noble?"
"They are not even allowed to enter the city during the day. They can only enter the city at night and at dawn to pick up dung."
"If they are noble, then there are still some non-noble people in Bianjing City?"
The singers on the side started laughing.
"So, slaves are also very noble?"
"Yes, even dung men are noble. How much joy and laughter we have brought to Bianjing City, isn't it more noble?"
Seeing that these singers were so bold and dared to openly tease Zhao Huan, Wang Daquan's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Shut up, everyone!"
"You dare to tease even the prince, I think you are too jealous!"
As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with. The singer knew that Zhao Huan didn't bother to be acquainted with them, but she dared to tease her.
In contrast, Wang Daquan, the head of the teaching workshop, could make them miserable with just one sentence.
The yard, which had been bustling just a moment ago, suddenly became silent.
Zhao Huan didn't care, and explained with his hands behind his back: "If we are away from these dung men, Bianjing City will stink to the sky within three days."
"In less than half a month, sewage will flow across the street. In one month, snakes, insects, rats and ants will be roaming the streets. In three months, the plague will spread and everyone will be in danger."
"It is precisely because of these humble dungsters that everyone can stay clean."
"Obviously they are doing the hardest and dirtiest work, but they only earn a meager income by selling excrement. Do you think these excrement men are noble?"
Hearing Zhao Huan's explanation, Xiao Yan'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then whispered: "If you put it that way...it is indeed noble."
"Hehehe, but even if they are really noble, I am afraid that only the prince in the entire Bianjing City knows about it."
"In other words, only the prince cares."
This is to the point. After all, people have been laughing at the poor but not at prostitution since ancient times. The more diligent and hard-working a person is, the more he will be looked down upon by others.
Wang Daquan breathed a sigh of relief, and at Zhao Huan's signal, he got up from the ground.
He turned around and shouted at the scumbags: "Your Majesty doesn't despise you for being humble, so why don't you be grateful?"
How could all the scumbags dare to hesitate? In the blink of an eye, they all fell to their knees and shouted, "A Thousand Years Old Lord."
However, the way they looked at Zhao Huan was not fearful, but passionate and admiring.
They heard what Zhao Huan just said so clearly that even they themselves felt that they were low-level, but Zhao Huan, the superior prince, did not feel that way and instead said that they were noble.
noble……
They racked their brains and couldn't figure out how such a good word could be applied to them.
But one thing is certain, that is, the prince in front of him, although he is the most violent and terrifying prince in the Song Dynasty, is extremely kind to the people at the bottom.
Sun He, the leader of the dung tyrants, raised his head and looked up at Zhao Huan, clenching his fists in excitement.
"Youngster, I have accumulated great virtue in my previous life. I am able to meet the prince himself. Even if I die, it is worth it!"
The other dung men were equally excited, and their fiery gazes all focused on Zhao Huan.
"I have heard about the majesty of the prince a long time ago. When I saw him in person today, he was indeed as majestic as the rumors said."