Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 892: New King, New Action ([-])

Zhao Fugui's words obviously puzzled Xiao Zhenbang, and he looked questioning.

Zhao Fugui thought for a while and drew a circle on the table with his hand: "In the past, the four northern countries lived in this fixed circle and had their own farmland. As long as there were no natural or man-made disasters, the output in this circle would be The more food there is, the more people can be fed.”

"As for the barbarians outside this circle, they make a living by grazing and cannot grow rice, millet, vegetables, etc. They can only eat beef and mutton, which results in less food rations. Food production determines the size of the population."

"But after several wars, the barbarians have assembled at least one million troops to attack us. It stands to reason that by now there should be very little left of the barbarian population."

"However, this is not the case. My father and I have been to many places over the years, including the grasslands, and found that their population is still growing. This situation is unreasonable."

Xiao Zhenbang chuckled: "This doesn't seem to be a big deal. No matter how fast the population grows, our army is not afraid of the sea of ​​​​people tactics at all."

Zhao Fugui shook his head and smiled without saying anything more, but turned to look at Zhao Kang in the distance.

If this kind of phenomenon that goes against the common sense of nature is controlled by people, then father, are you the one being controlled, or are you?

Are you in control?
With a sigh in his heart, Zhao Fugui raised his head and saw that Xiao Zhenbang's eyes were already looking into the distance.

Where his eyes fell, there was a beautiful figure of a girl, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of the young emperor's mouth.

He was looking at her, and she was looking at him.

Zhao Fugui, who was also young, understood and glanced at the young emperor opposite with some pity.

He took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a silent sip.

God has cast darkness upon the world, and lit up thousands of lights in the world.

The silence after the lively gathering makes people feel more peaceful.

Zhao Kang, who was lying on the roof looking at the moon, raised his head and saw his son climbing up the stairs and sitting next to him.

Zhao Kang's smile was full of gentleness. The little bastard in his childhood became more and more taciturn as he grew older.

Zhao Kang knew the reason for this, but he didn't know how to comfort the child's heart.

Zhao Fugui handed over a wine glass. Zhao Kang took a small sip and was reluctant to finish it. He narrowed his eyes and joked: "The few jars of tooth-staining wine your second mother made before she left are probably only mine." We can both drink it."

"Er Niang is good at everything, but her craftsmanship is too poor." Zhao Fugui laughed happily.

"Really? What did you say to Zhenbang before?" Zhao Kang asked.

Zhao Fugui's smile faded: "When a young man ascends to heaven, it is easy to become arrogant, especially if he has a great family business. Dad, you should know better than me what it means to be an emperor and a minister."

Zhao Kang raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean to tell me not to be so arrogant?"

Zhao Fugui said leisurely: "My words to promote the country have already aroused the dissatisfaction of many ministers. Before leaving, Mr. Zhang advised you to retire after your success and never enter the world again."

"You still failed to live up to his old man's expectations."

Zhao Kang said nothing.

Zhao Fugui then continued: "There is no right person in this world. The eldest mother, the second mother, the sixth mother, the eighth mother, and the third mother can also..."

"I never forgot them for a moment."

Zhao Kang said calmly. He drank up the wine in the cup. It was very sour but it could relieve pain.

Then he smiled again and pinched his son's face: "Boy, you can't detach yourself from the world by sealing off your feelings. You have been smart since you were a child, and you are used to the separation of life and death from your relatives, so apart from our family, Besides, you don’t want to exert too much emotion on outsiders.”

"You are also afraid that you will be like me in the future, eternal life means eternal death, but emotions in this life are always our most precious things."

The young man covered his face and cried, his body trembling. Zhao Kang's eyes were full of distress: "There is no way, you must have done something wrong in your last life, otherwise how could you be reincarnated here like me."

a long time.

Zhao Fugui wiped his tears and said bluntly: "Then find a woman for me. I have never been to a brothel and drank wine. I want eight oirans."

"Fuck you!" Zhao Kang kicked him over.

……

The next day.

Cao Bailu glanced at Zhao Kang speechlessly, then looked at the big bag on Zhao Fugui's head.

Cao Bailu said angrily: "He doesn't know martial arts! What if he falls to death?"

"Ahem, I didn't expect to be kicked down with just one kick. Besides, I taught him and he didn't learn! Tell me, I'm almost at the second level. Why does this kid have no martial arts talent at all? "

Zhao Fugui: "Now the question is whether I should learn martial arts or not?"

"They're all the same. There's not much difference." Zhao Kang smiled guiltily and hurriedly slipped out.

Since he wanted to follow Xiao Zhenbang's ideas, he had no intention of intervening. It would be enough to help Wu Xueqing establish Jingguo when the time came.

Zhao Fugui's intention last night was very clear, telling him not to be locked up in Qian Country anymore.

Otherwise, there will be enemies in this court in the future, and there may even be an emperor.

But this yoke was put on him by Xiao Xuance, so he had to do it. He didn't think much except eating, rebuilding Jingguo, and then helping Xiao Zhenbang completely control Qianguo before leaving.

This time won't be too long.

After leaving home, Zhao Kang went directly to Beizhen Fusi. Fang Shao, the former commander of the Jinyiwei, had passed away, and the person who took over as the Jinyiwei was an old acquaintance of Zhao Kang.

Crazy swordsman.

This warrior who once made outstanding contributions to the injection method is now also a high-ranking lord in the Qian Kingdom.

The moment he saw Zhao Kang, he was both surprised and happy: "Brother Zhao."

"Haha, it seems that these years of being an official have not worn away your pride as a swordsman." Zhao Kang said with a smile.

Wu Jian smiled wildly and invited Zhao Kang to sit down: "I wanted to visit you a few days ago. I didn't expect you to come first. Is there something wrong?"

Zhao Kang nodded and said softly: "The late Emperor told me before he died that you, the Imperial Guards, have collected a lot of evidence against officials over the years. You will hand over some of them to me for heinous crimes that should be punished according to law."

Wu Jian Kuang was stunned: "You want to do it yourself? Why don't we do it?"

Xiao Xuance was unconventional when he was alive, and the way he died made people laugh, but he did things differently.

Jin Yiwei rarely kills people in these years, but only reserves them for the new king to establish his authority.

Nowadays, the territory of Qian Kingdom is too big. After so many years, the number of officials has also increased correspondingly, and there are a lot of damn maggots among them.

This was left by Xiao Xuance to Xiao Zhenbang to regain power.

Zhao Kang said calmly: "I can only do this. My good brother has taken so many blames for me, so I should take the blame for his son."

Wu Jiankuang was silent for a moment and then said: "There are quite a few people."

"When have I killed less people in these years?"

june fourteen
Li Long, the general of Zhenbei, and Sun Fang, the general of Zhenxi, rushed back to the imperial capital, and Zhao Kang, who had once again ascended to the position of national advisor, arrested the officials responsible for the rebellion.

A total of 210 officials from all over the country were beheaded, and there were countless people involved.

In the Golden Palace, someone took a pen and wrote a line of small words on the book recording historical records.

"From June [-]th to September [-]th in the first year of Jingxing, Zhao E, the traitor who brought disaster to the country, brutally killed Zhongliang and implicated tens of thousands of innocent people. The blood flowed into rivers and snow fell from the sky."

History is set in just a few strokes.

(End of this chapter)