On the fourth day of the seventh lunar month in the first year of the reign of Emperor Yan, it was sunset on the south bank of the Zhang River.
The surging Zhang River is turbulent and powerful. The rapids pass through canyons, cross cliffs, and rush down with the momentum of high-rise buildings. "The sound of the Zhang River's roar can be heard for miles."
Dozens of horses galloped in from the direction of Henan. The leader was a young man wearing green trousers, tall and tall, with a face like a crown of jade. He was dressed as a scholar and had a sword at his waist, and his entourage behind him was all in blue uniforms.
The young man stopped his horse and sat astride a handsome white horse. He looked at the Zhang River in front of him and saw a large amount of yellow sediment wrapped in the river water. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xiao Yi, I didn't expect that the water quality of the Zhang River is the same as that of the Yellow River."
, the water potential is quite strong. Looking at the turbulent flow of the river, the rolling yellow sand, and the crude embankments, it is probably very easy for floods to occur.
No wonder there aren’t many villages along the coast along this journey.”
Another young man dressed in Tsing Yi with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a handsome appearance bowed on his horse and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Zhang River is known as the Little Yellow River. According to historical records, although the turbidity of the Zhang River is reduced to yellow, it is easy to silt up in the yellow. The ancestral home of the minister is Lin
Zhang, I once heard an elder from the clan say that the upper reaches of the Zhang River suffer from droughts nine times out of ten years, while the lower reaches suffer from frequent floods."
Wang Lin said "Oh" and said no more. He quietly stared at the rapids of the Zhang River on the horse and fell silent.
Because the imperial army's personal expedition team included civil servants, family members, scholars, and a large number of military personnel, the overall march was slow.
The large army was stationed in Xiangzhou for repairs today, so Wang Lin led Yan Qing and the Jin Yiwei to come to Zhangzhou. The original intention was to see with his own eyes the promotion and cultivation of potatoes and sweet potatoes on both sides of the Zhang River.
Along the way, Wang Lin had an idea in his mind.
Potatoes sown in spring can be harvested in mid-July, and then planted again in late July or early August, and another crop can be harvested in late autumn, winter, and spring.
Starting this year, potatoes have been widely promoted in Hebei, Henan, Shandong and Jianghuai provinces, and sweet potatoes are also being planted on a large scale in some areas.
Judging from the situation in Hebei, there is no doubt that there will be a bumper harvest this year and next.
In addition to military supplies, even if there is a natural disaster, it is absolutely impossible for the people of Dayan to go hungry again.
This laid a solid foundation for Dayan to prepare for war.
Sufficient food rations will bring about economic prosperity, prosperity of all industries, and abundant wealth. More importantly, it will promote the geometric expansion of the population.
After all, if the fertility of the Han people is said to be second in the world, no other nation dares to claim to be first.
Wang Lin felt happy, looked at the Zhang River, and casually recited: "Walking through the Baidu River, it is just a Zhang River. Don't be afraid of the rapids, as it has many twists and turns. It leads to far veins out of the mountains, and rain creates flood waves. It strays into Cao Liufu, east
I passed by Liuye."
He was very interested in poetry, and Yan Qing beside him was also proficient in writing, so he complimented him a few words casually. Wang Lin smiled and didn't care. He was waiting for someone to find a ferry to cross the river, but he heard the sharp voices of women and children from the far end.
's cry.
Wang Lin frowned and turned to look.
I saw a simple ferry in front of me, and more than a dozen women in shabby clothes were being driven here, as if they were going to cross the river to Linzhang on the other side. Many of them were holding babies in their arms or holding young children in their hands.
Three or five men in black clothes who looked like servants from a wealthy family, holding short whips, were whipping the women and children who were unwilling to cross the river.
Standing aside, there was a man in his thirties who looked like a butler, with oily hair and pink face, hands on his waist, and an arrogant expression.
Wang Lin led the people away.
Yan Qing saw the three or five servants beating the women and children so fiercely that they howled like wolves, and saw the emperor frowning, so he shouted coldly: "Stop! Why are you whipping the women and children?"
The man who looked like a butler turned around and glanced at Yan Qing. Seeing that Yan Qing's group was large and well-dressed, he did not dare to neglect him. However, he still put on an air and slightly cupped his hands and said: "I'm the housekeeper of the third master of the Song family in Linzhang.
Song Peng, I wonder who you are?"
Yan Qing sneered: "I asked you why you whip women and children? Stop it!"
The man asked curiously: "You look like a foreigner, don't you? This is the household affairs of our Song family in Linzhang. You, a foreigner, have to take care of it? Don't you know the Song family in Linzhang?"
In fact, Yan Qing roughly guessed that the so-called Linzhang Song family should be the Tongquetai Song family where the emperor had lived twice, the natal family of the powerful local Song family and the palace concubines.
But even though the Song family in Linzhang had two imperial concubines, in Yan Qing's eyes, they were nothing at all.
Yan Qing said calmly: "No matter who you are, you cannot beat the elderly, weak women and children for no reason!"
Yan Qing waved his hand, and his Jin Yiwei immediately rushed to the ferry to disperse these people.
The two evil slaves who wanted to take action were thrown into the Zhang River by Jin Yiwei.
Song Peng was so angry that he wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he had to jump on the ferry, stand on the boat and sail towards the river. Then he turned to face Yan Qing and others and shouted: "You strangers, how dare you interfere with my Song family's affairs, you really don't want your life."
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Yan Qingli didn't bother to pay attention to him. He got off his horse and helped up a three-year-old child from the ground who was crying and out of breath. Judging from the clothes alone, he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.
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Neither Wang Lin nor Yan Qing took this seriously.
But the result of Jin Yiwei's subsequent question made Wang Lin's face darken and his heart became angry.
The so-called Song family in Linzhang is naturally the Song family in Tongquetai, and the third master of the Song family is Song Gu, the concubine of the Song family. Not to mention, he is actually related to Wang Lin, and is the biological brother of the two sisters of the Song family.
As a concubine of the Song family, Song Gu was almost a slave in the Song family.
After the Song twins married Wang Lin and became imperial concubines, the Song Gu family's chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
Song Gu not only obtained a large amount of family property and land from the Song family, but also built a large village outside Linzhang City. This man was good at pulling tiger skins and pulling banners, and the surrounding gentry and even the officials in Linzhang of Xiangzhou fawned over him.
There are countless people.
He is known as Song Guojiu.
After this person gains power, it can be said that he does all kinds of evil.
They occupy the land of their neighbors, bully and dominate the market, and are arrogant.
That's okay, the key is that as soon as this person becomes prosperous, all kinds of bad habits will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.
This person also has a quirk: he likes married women, especially women who have given birth to children.
The dozen or so women now are the wives of the tenants of the Song family.
If he hadn't been stopped by Yan Qing and others, he would have entered Song Gu's Zhuangzi and become his stubborn object.
Wang Lin looked deeply at the dozen or so young women in front of him, and there was a trace of anger deep in his eyes.
My heart was also alert to it.
Even the Song family could breed such country bullies because of him, so... will the family members around him...
Wang Lin felt that Jin Yiwei should be asked to conduct secret investigations in various places.
He must not let these shameless cats and dogs ruin his reputation behind his back.
He also somewhat understood why Li Gang and other cabinet ministers insisted on suppressing the influence of foreign relatives.
This is indeed a problem.
Wang Lin ordered the Jin Yiwei to send the women back to their homes and then led them across the river. It was already evening.
The night was dotted with stars, and a large, dark crowd came from the direction of Linzhang City, holding torches high and shouting loudly.
Yan Qing led the imperial guards with stern expressions, drew their swords, and guarded Wang Lin in front of his horse.
The crowd surged closer, and there were actually more than a hundred people, each holding weapons and sticks, with ferocious expressions.
The leader was Song Peng just now.
More than a hundred people surrounded Wang Lin and others. Song Peng stood on the outside of the crowd and shouted: "Sister-in-law, you dare to interfere with my Song family's affairs. I really don't want to live anymore. Beat me, beat me hard, beat me to death."
I have three masters to take care of it!"
More than a hundred village slaves waved sticks and surrounded him. Yan Qing turned around and looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked indifferent on the horse and waved his hand.
The ten cavalry guards in brocade swung their embroidered spring knives. Although they did not strike hard, they charged down on horseback and fell to the ground. The other evil slaves fled in fear upon seeing this.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Song Peng was about to run away when an arrow from the short crossbow in Yan Qing's hand pierced the throat. Blood spurted out and Song Peng twitched and fell to the ground.
"Killed!"
The evil slaves swarmed like wolves and fled in all directions.
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The Songjiazhuang outside Linzhang City is Song Gu's Zhuangzi.
At this moment, the lights in Songjiazhuang were brightly lit, a banquet was held, and the seats were full of guests.
Not only were there local squires from Linzhang, but also the newly appointed Linzhang magistrate Xue Zhou and county captain Deng Ning were present.
Sitting on the main seat is Song Guojiu, Song Gu, who is known as the Third Master in Linzhang.
The guests mingled with each other, drinking and drinking.
A servant stumbled in and shouted: "Master, something bad has happened, someone broke into the village!"
Song Gu was shocked and turned pale, and immediately turned to look at Xue Zhou, the magistrate of Linzhang.
Xue Zhou also frowned and greeted Deng Ning: "Lieutenant Deng, go and take a look."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a man in green shirt with a jade-like face and a calm demeanor walking in slowly, followed by more than ten well-dressed entourage, holding sabers on their waists and looking solemn.
After all, Xue Zhou was a member of the officialdom. Seeing that the intruder was quite impressive, he stood up and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you break into a private house? Do you know that I, the King of Yan, am as powerful as a furnace?!"
Wang Lin glanced at Xue Zhou and saw that he was wearing official robes, so he guessed his identity.
He asked calmly: "Who are you?"
The more Xue Zhou looked at Wang Lin, the more extraordinary he felt. After all, Wang Lin's aura and power were here. His heart tightened and an ominous premonition came to his mind, but his voice became more restrained: "I am the magistrate of Linzhang County, Xue Zhou.
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Wang Lin chuckled: "Linzhang County Magistrate, local parent official, you are not sitting in your official office, but you went to a bully's house to drink wine. Don't you feel guilty for taking advantage of the emperor's salary like this?"
Xue Zhou was just about to say a few words, and he was even more surprised by Wang Lin's identity, but he heard Wang Lin say coldly: "Stay aside for now!"
Wang Lin waved his long sleeves.
His gaze is like a knife.
The momentum is like a rainbow.
Xue Zhou couldn't help but sweat all over Wang Lin's glance. He didn't dare to refute. Instead, he subconsciously got up and left the table with Deng Ning, and stood aside to watch what happened.
Song Gu was a little shocked. He glanced at Xue Zhou and Wang Lin angrily, and said, "You bastard dog thieves, how dare you break into my Song family with an open fire. Someone, please fight these dog thieves out."
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But he doesn't have any people under his command. Except for those brought by Song Peng, those in the village have long since become useless after Yan Qing led the Jin Yiwei to break in.