"Zhang Laoer, how much did you pay?"

"All four taels of silver, just those broken houses are in exchange for a very good quality silver. Oh, why do you feel like the sun comes out from the west? Li Laoshuan, what about you?" A middle-aged man in his forties said with a smile on his face.

"No, I gave it a three-liang migration fee and I also paid a three-liang house. The child was still frowning a few days ago, but she was smiling like what the past two days." A farmer pushing a wheelbarrow next to him said.

The wife who followed him stabbed him: "How can I say it like a money-loving person?"

Zhang Laoer said, "The Liao King is here, it's different. When I moved from home in the past few treasures, the people from Hongtong County only gave me a few treasures. When I came to Liaodong, I had to buy three hoes and two quilts and used up. This time, the Liao King gave real money and silver. Oh, I'll do it. At least I can build a house. Maybe we can buy a cow if we get together."

Li Laoshuan said: "Well, there is still one year of food, and the newly reclaimed land is free of rent for three years. Lord Yao from the royal palace also said that in the future, the government will have compensation for any losses caused by the government's orders. Oh, why do you always feel that it doesn't seem real? You can squeeze it again, don't try hard, it hurts."

Zhang Laoer said: "The King of Liao is such a great kindness. Let's ask the villagers to raise money to build a temple for him."

"Old man, don't build a ancestral hall for me. These are the great kindness of the emperor. As a son, you are just considerate of your father's wishes to treat the people well." A voice came from behind Zhang Laoer.

When the two turned around, they saw a young man in brocade robe riding on a tall green horse with a big flag embroidered with a big "天" embroidered on a big banner behind him. The two farmers looked at me, and I looked at you, and I didn't know what to say. A man dressed in a military general next to the young master said, "Aren't you just talking about King Liao? He is not polite to you yet."

The two farmers were surprised and looked at each other again, threw the wheelbarrow in their hands and knelt on the side of the road: "Greetings to the great benefactor of the King of Liao, Qiansui." Zhang Laoer pulled the family members standing behind him again: "What are you still standing there? Kowtow to your benefactor quickly!"

"The King of Liao is the King of Liao, please kowtow to him." On the road to Gaizhou, thousands of new immigrants who moved from Shanxi kowtowed on the ground. Zhu Zhi quickly got off the horse and wanted to help Zhang Laoer up, but Zhang Laoer could not get up any longer.

Xiao Chenzi whispered: "Your Highness, hurry up. If you don't leave, they will have to kneel."

Zhu Zhi sighed in his heart and turned his back on his horse. This is how the Chinese people are. They give some treatment they deserve, thinking that they have met the sky and still want to build a temple for this person. This deeply rooted concept of the sky has lasted for thousands of years in this historical time and space. In the hearts of these people, all the gifts come from the integrity of the officials and their own morality. They never thought that officials should do this. Once they encounter corrupt officials and cruel officials, they will think that they are officials, and what power do they have to oppose? They have to accept it. Then this pressure is superimposed infinitely until a weak link in the completely corrupt empire is cut off and exploded, and a peasant uprising will form. So a new dynasty was born, and history once again experienced such a cycle.

What is certain is that after countless such cycles over the past thousands of years, the patience of the Han people has become increasingly tenacious. It is common for slaves to be praised by the slave owners on their heads. When can they understand that these compensations are what they deserve? When can the cycle not continue? Zhu Zhi looked at the thousands of new immigrants moving out of Guangning on both sides of the road, thinking silently.

But Yang Rong, who was following him, felt completely different. He suddenly felt that the prince in front of him was so skillful. There were more than 2,000 households in total, with a total of less than 10 taels of silver per household, which was only 200,000 taels of silver. It was not a large amount for the royal family, which currently has 200,000 taels of silver in hand. However, the hearts of more than 10,000 new immigrants were firmly in their hands.

Yang Rong was a little surprised. What did Zhu Zhi want to do so much? Could it be... Yang Rong didn't dare to think about it again. This was the second time he had this feeling since he followed Zhu Zhi to Liaodong. Since he became a vassal of Guangning, Zhu Zhi's three fires were burning too vigorously. Zhu Zhi, who seemed a little depressed since the Fengtian Palace was fought by the court, seemed to have regained vitality. In connection with the facts Yang Rong observed before and after, he felt a very rebellious word - ambition.

Outsiders may not be able to detect anything from these things on the surface, but for a core aide who has participated in almost all of Zhu Zhi's major decisions, Yang Rong's nose did smell the smell of ambition. A person without ambition will not let his palace not be repaired, but compensate the money to the common people who have always been ruled. In history, only those with lofty ambitions can do it. He does not believe that Zhu Zhi did this only for the purpose of governing with the people-oriented original intention, and these words may be useful to deal with the censors in the court.

Yang Rong followed Zhu Zhi silently on a horse. His heart was fighting in conflict. Where will this road go? Yang Rong was a little unsure. Since entering the mansion, Zhu Zhi had almost capsized one time, and had all survived many other major events. I don’t know if he was so lucky or if there was a force in the dark to assist him, Zhu Zhi’s position in the emperor’s heart became more and more stable.

Moreover, what he did after coming to Liaodong was not for the country and the people? Even with Yang Rong's wisdom, he really couldn't figure out these inconsistent problems. Could it be that he really used the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman?

Zhu Zhi was quite satisfied with Yao Shan's efficiency. He completed the resettlement of 500 immigrants near Guangning in just half a month and had already let them go. Zhu Zhi and his party met more than 3,000 new immigrants on the way as soon as they left Guangning City. Among these people's words, Zhu Zhi felt that this job was the right person, and Yao Shan did not disappoint him.

Although the people still don’t understand what the future means to them, Zhu Zhi is still full of confidence. He led everyone to surpass the immigrants who are on the way and head towards Jinzhou.

In the empty valley, some broken steel knives and withered feather arrows were still vaguely visible in the grass. Whether the dark red marks were the blood of the great man, Zhu Zhi walked silently on the hillside under the setting sun. This was the place where the three thousand soldiers and horses below Wang Xiong, the commander of the Jinzhou Guard, were wiped out. After Zhu Zhi arrived in Jinzhou, the horse immediately rushed here to pay tribute.

The commander-in-chief Han Bing, who was responsible for defending the city, followed him and told him the tragic scene. It turned out that after the Japanese pirates landed, they attacked the Jinzhou Guard with all their might. The defenders guarded the entire day under Wang Xiong's leadership, but the Japanese pirates came up with a vicious trick. They took hundreds of people captured from nearby villages outside the city to behead and demonstrated. After being tired of killing, they grabbed the people and left. Wang Xiong was impatient, but he could not bear such humiliation. So despite the dissuasion of the Korean soldiers, he led three thousand people to kill him.

Who knew that this was a trick of seduction by the Japanese pirates. They seized the urgent mentality of the soldiers in Jinzhou, retreated while fighting, and instigated Wang Xiong into this valley. Then there was a blockage, and the ambushing soldiers on both sides came out. Poor Wang Xiong and his subordinates fought hard and died. Han Bing said: "I learned that General Wang was surrounded and led the remaining thousand people out of the city to rescue. Unfortunately, the Japanese pirates blocked them layer by layer, and the progress was slow. My subordinates were worried that they would be intercepted and the city would not be able to handle General Wang in the end. When my subordinates arrived here the next day, my three thousand soldiers had been wiped out. General Wang died bravely, and he was hit by more than ten arrows, standing tall and dying with his eyes open. My subordinates were unable to rescue him, so please punish the prince!" As he said that, the Han soldiers fell to the ground, and his sadness was beyond words.

Zhu Zhi patted Han Bing on the shoulder and asked him to get up. Chen Zi took the prepared soybean wine from his hand, poured three cups of it silently scattered in the green valley, and whispered softly: "The grass on two cliffs buried the heroes, and a glass of turbid wine comforted the loyal soul." Zhu Zhi's heart was turbulent. Yes, as long as he was a bloody man, he would be unbearable. If he exchanged with him, he would kill the generals. How could a real man hide in the world be a turtle? However, Wang Xiong was too impatient after all, so he was told by the Japanese pirates.

When Zhu Zhi saw the memorial, he blamed Wang Xiong for being useless, but after he knew the cause and effect, he sighed for Wang Xiong again, which was also a hero.

On the way back to the city, Zhu Zhi asked Han Bing: "Why did you dissuade General Wang from leaving the city to pursue him that day?"

Han Bing blushed and said, "I wish I could say frankly, in terms of individual bravery, I am not as good as my Ming soldiers. When fighting that day, the number of Japanese pirates was greater than that of our city's defenders. If we did not rely on the city and went out to fight in the field, our army would probably win more than lose less. Moreover, the Japanese pirates massacred my people like that, obviously it was a lack of skills to inspire me to fight. Considering that if there is a failure, ten thousand people who took refuge in the Jinzhou Guard might be at risk of being killed... General Wang died bravely, and his subordinates were extremely ashamed."

Zhu Zhi said: "I'm afraid that in your heart, it's still difficult to decide which one is more important. On the one hand, the lives of thousands of people in the city are the lives of the people; on the other hand, the compatriots are slaughtered. I understand your mood very well. You don't have to blame yourself for this matter. What you consider for the general is the overall situation, and you cannot easily be confused by hatred."

After hearing Zhu Zhi say it, Han Bing was already filled with tears and gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, but my subordinates really feel sorry for General Wang."

Zhu Zhi said: "General Wang did it right, and you did it right. If you are more meticulous in this situation, General Wang may not be hit; and if you are smarter, you may be able to solve the dilemma at that time. I have no intention of blaming you. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. You must learn to summarize the lessons of failure so that you can avenge General Wang in the future."
Chapter completed!