Chapter 113 Jurisdiction and riding out of Beijing
On the official road from Tokyo City to Yangcheng County, a group of fast horses galloped past, raising dust that made passers-by curse. But when they saw the horses under their crotches, they all fell silent.
The person on the horse is dressed in black, but has a snow-white leather belt around his waist. He is more than five feet nine inches tall. The most important thing is that there is a long ring-head knife stuck on the side of the saddle!
Anyone in the city of Tokyo will know where they come from when they see the people on horseback dressed in this way - the Imperial City Division. These people are the emperor's horsemen.
The knights on horseback floated up and down as the horses galloped, as if they were integrated with the horses. The hawker carrying a pole could not help but admire in a low voice when he saw it: "These Cha Zi of the Imperial City are really good at riding!"
A lead shot accurately hit the passerby on the shoulder. The vendor carrying the pole scattered the goods all over the floor while spinning in pain. The knight who passed by quickly left behind and cursed: "Grandpa is a personal official of the Imperial City Division."
, and you can call Cha Zi at will?!"
The hawker picked up the goods on the ground with a low eyebrow, and at the same time muttered in a low voice: "A compliment will only cause trouble..." The passers-by around him burst into laughter, but they didn't take it seriously. The people at the emperor's feet were all so arrogant.
Lan Jizong glanced back and stopped talking. He just urged the war horse under his crotch to move faster. They used military horses that were rushed. There were dozens of stations along the way where they could transfer to military horses. They could arrive there today.
The trip to Guancheng in Zhengzhou is considered very good, but it will probably take noon the day after tomorrow to arrive in Yangcheng County.
Before setting off, Lan Jizong felt the empress dowager's urgency. At the age of sixty, he did not dare to neglect and used the skills he had used to follow Taizong when he went to the Northern Han Dynasty.
The war horse under his crotch was flying with four hooves, and Lan Jizong was still able to control it dexterously. At this time, he did not care about cherishing the power of the horse. Seeing the officials around him closely following whoever was beside him, Lan Jizong did not care.
Urgent again.
The sun completely set, and Lan Jizong finally saw the shadow of Guancheng in the darkness. Lan Jizong did not drive his horse into Guancheng, but stopped at the post outside the city. He could not see the mother couplet clearly when he was driving late at night.
On the road, a small horse trap can kill someone.
After entering the Guanyi, the Yi Cheng immediately greeted him, and Lan Jizong, with his golden sword, sat in front of the square table and threw out a sign without raising his head: "Take out the best military horse in the Guanyi.
The family's military horses were handed over to you in Baishayi. On the way back, there was a strand of horse hair missing..."
After Yi Cheng read the sign, he held it in both hands and handed it over: "You don't need to say anything, I will hang myself on the beam of Baisha Post!"
Lan Jizong nodded with satisfaction and waved to the official beside him. The strong man like an iron tower pulled out a bunch of money from his robe and threw it into Yi Cheng's arms.
Yi Cheng didn't need to practice, he bowed and said: "Thank you, high official, for the reward!"
After saying that, he immediately yelled at the soldiers outside: "Hurry and prepare the mutton soup and scones. Sun Erniu will take a few bowls of your specialty soup cakes and send them to the noble man!"
"You know, if I need to trouble you to go there myself for anything, just leave it to the children."
The iron-tower-like man sat down and spoke in surprise. He walked out of the palace in a hurry. He didn't ask any questions. Now that he had some free time, he naturally inquired curiously.
Lan Jizong frowned slightly: "I have been with a certain family for many years, and they are still so restless. If the certain family doesn't tell me, don't ask. Just know that the matter is urgent and cannot be delayed."
After saying that, Lan Jizong pondered for a moment and said: "Today you did not go out of the palace with a certain family, nor did you leave the city of Tokyo. Do you remember?!"
Several subordinate officials looked at each other and saw Lan Jizong crossing his hands with a stern look on his face and saying, "Here! The children have not left the office for even half a step!"
Lan Jizong nodded slightly and said: "That's it! Eat early and go to bed early after eating. As the summer sun grows, we will be on our way at dawn tomorrow!"
Several officials nodded in agreement. Ever since they saw Lan Jizong riding a horse in person, they knew that this matter was not simple. Judging from the insidious attitude just now, it was obviously a secret matter, not something like their own.
Little people can know it.
Lan Jizong lay down on the bed, but could not fall asleep. He went to Yangcheng County this time to find out whether the auspiciousness was true or false, and at the same time, he also wanted to find out the origin of the "Yelang".
It is impossible for such a monster to appear in the world without any reason. As a person who escaped from the famine, he fled to the Southern Han Dynasty when he was ten years old. In order to have a bite of food, he became a eunuch in the palace of Emperor Liu Yuan of the Southern Han Dynasty.
At the age of two, he followed Liu Yuan to the Song Dynasty and still cannot forget the famine.
Taizong often said that he was the most edible eunuch, and Zhenzong often said that he, a fat-bellied man, should not enter the palace, but these two officials did not know that this was the fear left to them by the famine.
Lan Jizong not only read the "Book of Disaster Relief" but also Sun Quanbin's handwriting. It was true that there was not much turmoil in Yangcheng County. Even if the victims flocked there, they could still have rice to eat.
In fact, in Lan Jizong's view, many of the contents in the book completely transcend the scale of Yangcheng County, a small county, and instead focus on the entire dynasty.
After seeing the contents of the book, Lan Jizong understood why the Queen Mother and the courtiers regarded this book as a disaster relief classic, and also understood why the contents of this book could not have been written by that young man.
The methods are complex and have many categories, including Changping, Yicang, Quanjin, prohibiting buying, price reduction, drought inspection, rent reduction, loaning seeds, subsidizing farmers, sending envoys, banning, conferring titles, and saving monks.
Controlling robberies, catching locusts, buying crops, saving money for refugees, encouraging wheat planting, accommodating the needy, borrowing money from the internal treasury, preforming famine relief policies, always preparing prescriptions for epidemic diseases, and many other details.
Although there are many details, each item lists in detail how to do it. This is already a step-by-step instruction. Lan Jizong lamented what kind of family education can have such a foundation!
This cannot be written by a young person. It is entirely based on the experience of veterans, capable ministers and officials in the court!
Every item and every purpose is a sophisticated means, and the pros and cons are clearly stated. Even a layman like me, who doesn't know much about political affairs, can understand it.
This is extremely difficult. Apart from the auspicious qualities, this book alone can make him surpass those young talents!
And the auspiciousness of yielding thousands of catties per mu...
Every time he thought of this, Lan Jizong shuddered unconsciously. He really didn't dare to think about it. If an acre of land can produce dozens of kilograms more grain, the farmers will be grateful, let alone counting.
A hundred kilograms?!
Lan Jizong knew the truth, but he didn't want to think about it. He just felt that as long as there was enough food, no farmers would be tempted by thieves' bones to cause trouble in disaster years, and there wouldn't be so many people who couldn't bear hunger.
The son sells the daughter.
After thinking about it, Lan Jizong fell asleep. This time he felt extremely comfortable. In his dream, he saw mountains of food and the appearance of himself eating happily...