Walking on the street, Zhang Ziming looked at the streets around him.
There are fewer pedestrians on the street, everyone has their own business, some are carrying wood, some are dragging bamboo...
After several days of observation, Zhang Ziming was very sure that Yuanyang was a big workshop, and the people inside had their own production tasks.
By working on their own, people can get food, which can be said to complement each other.
Only people under eight years old and over sixty, as well as people with physical disabilities who are unable to work, can receive the most basic living security.
The old will die and the young will be raised... It can be said that there is a prototype of Datong in Yuanyang City.
However, this is still in the end of the world, which is even more incredible.
As a result, in Zhang Ziming's heart, Zhao Yanxun's image became taller and taller, and he admired Zhao Yanxun's kindness more than his fierceness.
Whenever he thinks about this, Zhang Ziming thinks of Zhu Jinzhang.
Although this person can be called a hero, compared with Zhao Yanxun, he is not even qualified to carry shoes.
It's no wonder that Zhu Jinzhang's powerful troops were vulnerable to a single blow under the command of King Yong's army.
Zhang Ziming came out today to understand the people's sentiments.
For him, just hearsay is not enough. He has to go deep into people's homes to understand. This is the most real thing.
Walking on the street, feeling the calmness of the surrounding environment, Zhang Ziming only looked at peace of mind.
This feeling is rare, because since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he has never felt at ease for a moment.
Previously, in Wujiapu, we had to consider the livelihood of the people, and in Zhu Jinzhang's side, we had to fight, and we had to worry about the life and death of ourselves and our brothers.
Fortunately, this peace is not exclusive to Zhang Ziming. King Yong will implement the Yuanyang Fucheng system in all places under his rule.
When the time comes, the people of Liaoping and Longyou will return to such peaceful days.
The people live and work in peace and contentment, but their lives are better than before the end of the world. This is ironic enough.
If the blessings of King Yong's rule can benefit all the people in the world... what a beautiful world it would be.
Just as Zhang Ziming was thinking about this, two policemen walked across from him.
These two officers have been keeping an eye on Zhang Ziming for a long time. Such a person wandering aimlessly is the key target of their interrogation.
"stop!"
Looking at the two guards in front of him, Zhang Ziming stopped.
"The royal palace has strict orders not to wander around the streets unless you have something to do. What do you do?" the officer said in a stern tone.
But Zhang Ziming did not panic at all, but took out a piece of paper from his arms.
"I was ordered to visit!"
This piece of paper was a pass issued by Chang Shisi, which stated that Zhang Ziming could travel wherever he wanted, except for government offices and city gates.
The officers were illiterate, but they recognized the seal of the Chief Secretary.
Looking at Zhang Ziming's majestic appearance and showing no fear at all, I believed what he said.
"Commander, I'm offended!" The two officers left immediately.
Zhang Ziming was slightly touched by being called "Shangchao".
When he came from a poor family and studied hard, he just wanted to jump over the dragon gate and become a court official to benefit the people.
It was a pity that the government ruined his family and made him give up this idea and become sworn in with the court.
Even if I do become an official, I will be an official for King Yong, not an official for the imperial court... Zhang Ziming thought to himself.
Since it was a visit, Zhang Ziming had to go to the poorest families, so he subconsciously walked to Nancheng.
Generally speaking, Nancheng is a place with the most difficult living conditions.
Arriving in Nancheng, Zhang Ziming came to an alley.
There are residents on both sides of the alley. Their houses have no courtyard walls, only half-person-high fences. You can clearly see what the people inside are doing.
Of course, people in various small courtyards can also see Zhang Ziming, an outsider.
Looking around, Zhang Ziming stopped outside a small courtyard, where people were chopping firewood.
Zhang Ziming had the impression that this man was Chen Dalang who stopped Zhao Yanxun's bicycle two days ago.
Later, when the matter was clarified, Chen Dalang was only detained for one day and then released from the palace.
"Brother..."
Zhang Ziming looked at Chen Dalang, who was also staring at him at the moment.
"Who are you? Who are you looking for?" Chen Dalang asked coldly.
Zhang Ziming did not show up when Chen Yuhe questioned him, so Chen Dalang did not recognize him.
"Brother, I'm passing by and I'm thirsty...can you come in and ask for a drink of water?"
Asking for a drink of water is a very unusual request in the current social situation.
Of course, Chen Dalang was not a stingy person. After putting down the ax in his hand, he went to the door of the small courtyard and opened the door.
Without saying much, Chen Dalang returned to the house and brought out a clay pot.
When a bowl of water arrived, Chen Dalang handed it to Zhang Ziming.
After drinking a full bowl of warm water, Zhang Ziming was very satisfied.
"Brother, I think I've seen you before!" Zhang Ziming took the initiative to start chatting.
"oh?"
"A few days ago, you stopped Yong Wang's bicycle frame on the street. I saw it with my own eyes..."
Seeing that Chen Dalang had his back turned and didn't answer, Zhang Ziming continued: "Your friend has been arrested and imprisoned. It seems that he is in danger..."
"Since ancient times, officials have protected each other. Even if you go to King Yong, I'm afraid it will be in vain..."
"Those officials are the prince's minions. How can he not protect them with all his heart?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Ziming sighed: "They don't care whether we, the common people, live or die!"
Zhang Ziming didn't know it yet, but when he said these words, Chen Dalang's expression became more and more ugly.
When he finished his last sentence, Chen Dalang suddenly turned around and scolded him: "You are not allowed to slander the prince!"
Seeing Chen Dalang's reaction, Zhang Ziming said with a smile: "Brother, although King Yong is wise...but he also has distance and distance!"
"Shut up!"
In the meantime, Chen Dalang clenched his fists and rushed directly towards Zhang Ziming.
The situation suddenly came under control, which Zhang Ziming did not expect.
Even a person who suffered injustice loved Zhao Yanxun so much. Now Zhang Ziming could confirm that Zhao Yanxun truly loved his people as his own son.
Such enlightened masters are worth tracing back to themselves.
But the current problem is that Zhang Ziming has to avoid Chen Dalang's fist.
"Brother, if you have something to say, please tell me..." Zhang Ziming wanted to explain.
"I'm talking nonsense to you. If you dare to speak ill of the prince, I will beat you to death..."
Fortunately, Zhang Ziming reacted quickly enough. After dodging the punch, he immediately turned around and rushed out of the yard in a few steps.
"Dalang, what's going on?" asked the neighbors outside. They heard the movement in Chen's courtyard.
"This man speaks ill of the prince, he must be a spy..." Chen Dalang chased him and shouted.
As soon as they heard someone saying bad things about Zhao Yanxun, and that he was a spy, the surrounding residents couldn't sit still.
They all dropped what they were doing and chased after the easy guy.
"Catch him..."
"Beat him to death..."
Hearing the voice behind him, Zhang Ziming couldn't stop laughing.
He had to escape quickly, otherwise he would be beaten severely.
He ran away quickly, with the people behind him chasing after him, and soon he was surrounded in the alley.
Looking at the approaching residents, Zhang Ziming quickly explained: "Everyone, everyone... I am not a spy. You have misunderstood!"
"Then why did you speak ill of the prince?" Chen Dalang asked sternly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more excited and raised the sticks in their hands.
If he was beaten once, he would probably have to pay for half his life... Zhang Ziming was very desperate at the moment.