Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 147 Seeing that you and I share the same goals, let me help you

Fang Houren's room was somewhat beyond Zhao He's expectations.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones inside the house, and there are two bookshelves filled with books, which is completely different from the dilapidated scene outside the house.

Is this old man a scholar?

Seeing Zhao He enter the room, Fang Houren also smiled and invited: "The humble room is empty. The young gentleman is laughing at it. There is still tea. Please sit down."

Zhou Fei had already sat on his seat, and immediately said with a smile: "Xiao Langjun, this old gentleman is also a scholar, you should have something to talk with him."

After Zhao He sat down, the old man immediately handed over the tea: "Haha, I am not a scholar. I was also a soldier in my early years. Reading more books over the years can be regarded as cultivating my sentiments."

"The young man is from Bianjing?"

Zhao He nodded, and then they started talking.

He didn't say that he was Lu Zhi's man, that is, some simple communication, such as what he did, his relationship with Lu Zhi, etc. In short, the relationship between the two was still that of friends.

Later, I learned some things about the cottage, but it was a little different from what Zhao He thought.

As Lu Zhi said, many of these people were the survivors of the Japanese pirate rebellion in the early years. They were expelled by the government and went to the mountain stronghold to establish Qingmu Village, and then lived here.

Robbery of homes and houses generally has nothing to do with these people. Their strength cannot defeat the government. When there were many people before, there were only about [-] people. Because of Lu Zhi's return some time ago, more than [-] people were killed in the bombing. Now The strength of Qingmuzhai has long been inferior to what it used to be, let alone the looting.

In the past, it was Fang Houren's disciples who were in control. Lu Zhi was his earliest disciple. He came to power after the death of the old master. Several junior brothers helped and led the people of Qingmuzhai to pacify other villages and then get through. A trade route.

After all, Jiaozhi and the Song Dynasty did not trade with each other, and the Song Dynasty looked down on Jiaozhi...

This trade route was the source of livelihood for Qingmuzhai for a long time. Merchants who passed by had to pay to ensure that your goods were safe, and they also charged per person. In short, it was very nourishing.

But now, this opportunity is gone. No village wants to do business on the mountain trade route. Jiaozhi was defeated and taken over by the Song Dynasty. If it were the territory of the Song Dynasty in the future, there would be no chance.

The two chatted for a long time, and Zhao He had a general understanding of the situation in Qingmuzhai.

Generally, people who were oppressed by the feudal era went to the mountains to live and became bandits. The eyes of those people just now were not vigilant, but fearful.

They were afraid that Zhao He would come to attack them. They were afraid that Zhao He would take away their current habitat, and then they would have no way to survive.

It's sad. Under the rule of Renzong, the Song Dynasty seemed to be alive, but in fact, there were many people like this.

The winter in Bianjing can freeze people to death, and many people's lives are very miserable.

After learning that Zhao He was from Bianjing, Fang Houren actually had something in mind, but he didn't say much. Regarding the relationship between Lu Zhi and Zhao He, his plan was to keep an eye on it as much as possible. Neither of them wanted to talk about it anyway. The old man I won’t ask anymore.

We chatted for more than an hour, until someone outside came and shouted that the meal was ready.

When they walked out again, they saw Lu Zhi helping them clean up. He seemed to have brought out the best porcelain in the village. Two blue and white porcelain bowls, probably from the passing merchants, from the Song Dynasty. Porcelain is famous all over the world.

They presented Zhao He and Zhou Fei with two bowls of very thick porridge. It was not cooked thickly, but the porridge concentrated all the rice grains into the bowl. Their earthen bowls were still filled with thin soup.

They wanted to save food, but they didn't dare to neglect the distinguished guests who gave them food, so they used this method.They also took out the pickles that they were reluctant to eat. Simple rice with pickles was already a treat for them.

Everyone was talking and laughing while drinking rice porridge, and then thanked Zhao He, as did the previous children.

The price of food at the foot of the mountain was three hundred coppers and one stone, and the average monthly income per capita in the Song Dynasty was about three thousand yuan, so they couldn't afford it.

No wonder Lu Zhi ate very little every time he ate on the road. For Zhao He, vegetables, meat and soup were all standard. Compared to most Bianjing businessmen, he ate more. It's easy.

The gap between the rich and the poor is so huge that it is unimaginable. Some people even look down upon it even though they live in fine clothes and eat big fish and meat, while some people feel lucky to be able to eat rice.

Zhao He was not a person who was sad about spring and autumn, and he did not show any mercy at the moment. For people who suffered deeply, mercy was an insult to their dignity. He behaved as normal and did not say some contempt. If so, it is already a kind of respect for them.

After this meal, they all went to work again. It seemed that there were some vegetables growing in the back mountain that needed to be taken care of, or that the house was being renovated. Everyone respected Zhao He, but Zhao He's appearance would not disturb them. As long as they are not here to destroy their lives, they can live well.

Fang Houren went to work, and Zhao He found Lu Zhi.

"If Jiaozhi is destroyed, your line will no longer be able to continue. It is estimated that the other villages will be the same, and they will have no way to survive. By then, they may have to annex other livelihoods. Qingmuzhai will not be able to survive for long."

There was no expression on Lu Zhi's face, and she just said lightly: "As long as I am here, Qingmuzhai cannot collapse."

Zhao He said helplessly: "I mean, you have to find some other way to survive. My batch of food totals two thousand dan, which may only be enough for you to eat for a year, or maybe more, but my food is not Stable source, I am also a businessman, I can’t do anything without profit.”

Lu Zhi squatted on the ground, looked at the children who had gained the strength to run in the distance and said, "I will find a way. I can't watch them being suffocated to death."

Zhao He felt that this topic was a bit heavy, so he immediately changed his question and said, "Would you like to hear the second half of the sentence before?"

"Which one?"

"The flowers in the forest have faded. The spring red is too hasty and helpless. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."

"What is it?"

"Rouge tears, stay drunk, how long will it be heavy, and people will grow up and hate water forever."

Lu Zhi pouted, as if he was not interested in it at the moment: "Did you write it? If you are so talented in literature, why don't you take the imperial examination and become an official?"

Zhao He chuckled: "I'll just write it. Li Yu, the Empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, you haven't heard of the poems written by Li Yu for almost a hundred years?"

Lu Zhi shook his head: "I practice martial arts most of the time. I don't have time to study. Reading is of no use."

Zhao He immediately said angrily: "Yeah, I don't think it's useful either. There is an old man Fan in the house next door who always asks me to study. There is also a man named Li Zhen. That old boy always looks at his son. Look at me, I didn’t even know him in the first place. This old boy also asked me to study, and Bao Zheng, you know? As for the official in Kaifeng Prefecture, I found that these people have tricks in their minds..."

"What are you going to do after studying? Become an official in the imperial examination? There is only one chance in a million to get into it, so why not make more money? I am still very comfortable after making money, what do you want?"

"Seeing that you and I are so like-minded, I have decided to give you an idea!"

(End of this chapter)