Chapter 9 Travel to Luoyang

"It's really okay!" Yuan Qing'er said firmly.

Putting the lantern on his hand aside, Yang Yong untied his coat and gently put it on Yuan Qing'er: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Looking at Yuan Qing'er's thin face, Yang Yong couldn't help but blame himself. Over the years, Yuan Qing'er has never had any children, and the pressure on her body can be imagined. Although she has been seeking medical treatment and medicine, she has no children. Even if she is the crown princess, there is nothing.

Fortunately, Yun Meier and Xing'er gave birth to three sons and two daughters for Yang Yong one after another, but did not relieve Yuan Qing'er any pressure at all. In the royal family, it is often a mother who is noble by her son, and it is an incredible event without children. If it weren't for the queen's support and Xing'er was her girl, she would probably have shaken her status as a crown princess.

Although Dugu allowed Yang Yong to accept his concubine and loved Yang Yan, Yang Ge and other grandsons, he hated their biological mothers very much. Because of this, Yang Yan and Yang Ge are now over ten years old, and Yang Yu is eight years old. He still has not been crowned with a princess, but his two daughters have been crowned with a princess as soon as they were born.

It is normal for the emperor to be crowned kings after he becomes an adult, but Yang Yong knew that if Yuan Qing'er could give birth, there would be an edict to be crowned kings in the palace. This was certainly a grace, but also a deep pressure for Yuan Qing'er.

Yang Yong's coat was covered with dust. Yuan Qing'er put it on her body but didn't care. She felt that the clothes were filled with Yang Yong's warm breath. Yuan Qing'er's eyes were covered with mist: "Your Highness is so good to treat me, even if I die immediately."

"Don't say stupid words, always keep these unlucky words on your lips." Yang Yong blamed gently.

"Hey, hasn't your highness never believed in the way of ghosts and gods?"

"Isn't this a saying, if you believe, you have it, if you don't believe it, you won't?" Yang Yong said that he firmly did not believe in ghosts and gods in his previous life, but now something inexplicable happened to him. If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. However, he will not affect himself for the vague ghosts and gods.

Yuan Qing'er chuckled: "Yes, I won't talk about it in the future."

The two of them walked on the corridor of the East Palace with lanterns. There was no sound around them. There seemed to be only the couple in the world. Yuan Qing'er only felt extremely warm and wanted the corridor to grow as long as possible.

A row of lanterns in front shone over, and a noisy sound came: "Father, Father is back."

With Zhang Qiu Taiyi, Lu Mulin and others back to the East Palace first, Yun Meier and Xing'er's daughters naturally knew that Yang Yong had returned, but only Yuan Qing'er could enter and exit the inner palace at will. Even Yang Yan and Yang Ge and others wanted to enter the palace to accompany the emperor and the queen, they could only wait for the inner court to issue an edict. Yun Meier and Xing'er could only enter the palace to meet the emperor and the queen during the New Year. When they heard the news of Yang Yong's return, the two women could only take their children to wait for Yang Yong to return in the East Palace.

Hearing the cry of several children, Yang Yong's heart was filled with warmth. Yang Yan, Yang Ge, and Yang Yu were older and boys, but they knew how to restrain themselves. Yang Yan and Yang Lan were five years old and four years old. When they saw Yang Yong, they had no manners. They threw down the lantern in their hand and ran over. They hugged Yang Yong's thighs and raised their heads to scream hard.

Yang Yan was born to Yuan Xing, Yang Yu and Yang Lan were both born to Yun Meier. Yang Yong simply picked up the two little girls with one hand, and the corridor was filled with laughter from the princess.

He lived twenty-five years old in his previous life, and only lived in this world for eighteen years. He was twenty-five years old in his previous life, but he was just a poor man who had just come out of school for two years and was still busy on the line of food and clothing. However, in this life, he not only became the prince, but also had five children. Yang Yong secretly made up his mind that even for the sake of his children in front of him, he must not become a failed prince.

Another day passed, and as soon as the sky was dawn, the whole capital became lively. First, the bells from Daxing Temple and Tongmiaoguan, then the hawking sounds from the east and west cities, the sound of looms from the Buzhengfang, and the sound of reading from Qunxianfang... The whole Daxing City suddenly became alive.

Although the weather was drought, the several canals surrounding the city were almost dry, but the vitality of the city did not decrease in half. The fourteen streets parallel to the north and south of Daxing City and eleven streets parallel to the east and west, dividing the huge city into 114-lifangs. Each fang has its own dedicated well as a water intake point. The wells here are sweet and clear, and the water level has only slightly lowered compared to before the drought, which is enough to maintain the water use in the city.

However, compared to before, there are still many differences in Daxing City. There are many farmers in the city who want to go to the city to find work. In addition to the weaving factories opened by the Agricultural College, many private weaving factories reduced their wages, which made the female workers working in the weaving factory even worse. No one dared to leave. Although the money saved by the weaving factory in one month was only enough to buy about one and a half meters, it is much better than those who have no work to do. Is it a good idea to save so much? When there was no weaving factory before, women could only stay at home.

There are more and more rumors on the street. Some say that the drought is caused by monsters. The emperor wants to find immortals to remove the monsters to relieve the drought. There is a drought, which is the former that the Yuwen royal family is still in dispersed. This is a key reason for the Sui Dynasty. Some of the rumors point directly to the emperor. For example, the drought is caused by the emperor's construction of Renshou Palace and damage to the dragon veins in the capital. Of course, this legend can only be carefully mixed with the rumors.

However, although this statement is mysterious and mysterious, not many people believe it. Instead, it has attracted more people to envy the people who built Renshou Palace. If they had known that they should have participated in the construction of Renshou Palace, they would have taken the initiative to participate. Now there is no production in the fields. The rice prices in Beijing are rising day by day. Even if they have a little savings, they will have to endure it if they can't last long. How can they bear it? If they can find a job like Jianshou Palace, they will even break their heads.

Wang Laoshi is an ordinary farmer in the capital. He is fifty-two years old this year. He was the father of four sons and five daughters. In the end, he only raised two sons and three daughters. Now all three daughters are married, with only his wife and two sons left by his side.

The eldest son has already started a family, the grandson and granddaughter are ten years old, the younger one is eight, seven, and five years old. The daughter-in-law works in the Lifu Weaving Factory. The family has thirty acres of good land and more than fifty acres of wasteland that were allocated in the early years of Kaihuang. Now after more than ten years of cultivation, these wastelands have become fertile land. They are rotated once a year. The family can collect more than eighty stones of grain in a year. After deducting taxes, they can also lose more than sixty stones, which is enough for the family to eat and drink. In addition, after the daughter-in-law enters the weaving factory, she can save nearly two cents of money a year, and her family's life is getting better and better every year.

However, this year's drought has been exhausted all of the family. Jiujiu, all the big and small, opened his mouth. The food left behind last year has almost been eaten. June was the time to harvest new grains, but this year's grain was not harvested. Although the court had exempted taxes, the food in the family was less than the other day, but the wages of his daughter-in-law were reduced by half. Wang Laoshi and his two sons were both panic and could no longer farm in the fields. The two sons could only find some work everywhere in the city to subsidize their family income.

That day, it was less than noon, and the two sons who had just returned home when it was getting dark before they returned home, the eldest son shouted, "Dad, good news, good news."

The best news is that it rains quickly. In this way, you can replant the crops once and harvest them in October, which is enough for a family to chew for a year. Wang Laoshi has heard countless news that God is about to rain, and he has participated in the rain asking for it himself, but he was disappointed again and again. Hearing this, he asked lazily: "What good news? The immortals in Daxing Temple and Tongmiao Temple cannot ask for rain, and there are still people who are even better than them."

"Dad, it's not asking for rain."

"What is that?"

"The court wants to recruit people. As long as it is a strong laborer, it will be as much as it comes. Not only will it be enough for two meals to fill, but a strong laborer will have a minimum wage of 400 cents per month."

Four hundred texts, if it were half a year ago, it would be fine, but the price of rice in Beijing is only three dou of rice. The price is really low enough, but Wang Laoshi said without thinking: "What are you waiting for? Have you two registered?"

The two sons had a little hesitation on their faces, and finally the younger son spoke, "Dad, it's good, it's a bit far away, so we have to ask our father before we can decide?"

"How far is it? Isn't it just going into the mountain? It takes more than a hundred miles to get one round trip in two days. The boss is afraid of leaving his wife. What are you afraid of?" Wang Laoshi said disapprovingly.

"Dad, it's not that I went into the mountains, but to Luoyang. I heard it's more than a thousand miles." The eldest son replied.

"Brother, the government said it was only eight hundred miles, not more than one thousand?" The youngest son quickly retorted.

How far is eight hundred miles? Wang Laoshi had a vague idea in his mind. He had been to Tongguan, which was only more than 300 miles away from the capital, but he followed the brigade for seven or eight days. After saying that, he had to walk another five hundred miles before he arrived. Wang Laoshi was silent for a moment before he came.

"Zhong! Don't worry." Wang Laoshi still made the decision. If he was in peace today, he was working for the government again, so what was he afraid of?

"What should I do if my wife and a few kids?" the eldest son asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, if you have me and your mother taking care of you, will something happen?"
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