I'm dressed as the villain of the novel

Chapter 155 Who cares about the flood after I die
"Because of the young master, a major event that is closely related to the young master, Nan?"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

Nan Yingluo frowned slightly and asked, "Is it my grandfather?"

Xin Zhao shook his head slightly upon hearing this, "I don't know."

No, in fact, he knew it probably wasn't related to Taiwei Nan.

Because my direction was wrong, Nan Taiwei and the others were heading in the same direction as they were going.

Bingzhou, there was also Bingzhou in the ancient Chinese world, with the same name, but the geographical location is obviously different.

Of course, the geographical shape of Daqin in this world is different. Although apart from the state capitals established later, such as Yuezhou and Nanman Duhufu, Daqin also has [-] states.

But Bingzhou is in Daqin, and it is indeed in the east of the capital.And there is no border line. The reason why it is also called Bingzhou is probably because the original author had a sudden inspiration when he named it.

In other words, there is God's will in the dark.

Anyway, there is also a Bingzhou, just to the east of the Great Qin capital, crossing a small area of ​​Qizhou, it is Bingzhou.

The general landform features of the entire state are mountainous, Qiulin, and many river networks.

The whole is a mountain surrounded by water, and the water surrounds the mountain. The scenery is excellent.

There are many scenic spots in the state.

Therefore, the drought here is not as severe as that of Gyeonggi and Qizhou.

This made everyone feel a little better.

But at a glance, it is mostly mountainous, with few paddy fields, and many places are sparsely populated. Often, after running for tens of miles, you can only see scattered families in a certain mountain depression.

Fortunately, although these mountain people are poor, they are barely passable.

Nan Luoying and Xiaocui have seen a lot of misery of the refugees along the way, and suddenly saw that although the place is a little deserted, it is full of mountains and rivers, and the poetic and painting style of pastoral songs, they can't help but become lively.

The two masters and servants galloped their horses along the way, chasing deer and rabbits, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time.

Seeing this, Zhao Xin and the others felt overjoyed.

"It is said that Bingzhou is a barren land. How can it be much better than the so-called prosperous Central Plains like Qizhou and Gyeonggi?"

Nan Luo was tired from playing, and finally returned to Zhao Xin's side. Looking at the scenery everywhere, she couldn't help asking.

Xin Zhao laughed when he heard this.

"Where are you looking?"

Hearing this, Xin Zhao could hardly bear to spoil her good mood, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that not far away, in a few thin fields, it seemed that three generations of a family were farming.

It looks like weeding, but the hoe will make a "clang" sound from time to time, obviously it is hoeing a stone or something.

Nan Yingluo frowned slightly, but she didn't understand.

"What's the matter, although their lives are not easy, they are better than those refugees, right?"

"Yeah, better than refugees, but do you know why?"

Xin Zhao asked with a smile.

Nan Yingluo frowned and thought.

On the contrary, Xiaocui next to her became more and more courageous, and whispered: "My lord, is it because they didn't suffer any disaster?"

Xin Zhao shook his head, and said in a dazed way: "No, it's because the aristocratic families and powerful people don't like this place, and the local landlords are mostly unpopular because the fields are scattered.

Therefore, even though the mountain people are poor, they can always barely survive. If it is really bad, even if they go up the mountain to dig some tree roots and bark, they will always starve to death.

But such a place is not good for the country. "

Xin Zhao said with a sigh, and seeing Nan Luoying's expression moved slightly, he knew that she had already figured out the key point.

Xiao Cui asked blankly, "Why is it useless?"

"Without output, there is no taxation, and the traffic here is blocked, and the mountain people often die and do not communicate with each other, so transactions are scarce and there is no circulation.

What is the benefit of the country without taxation and circulation? "

Xin Zhao gave a wry smile, and continued: "In my plan, I planned to use the power of the aristocratic family to develop Bingzhou, so that the world can have one more source of income."

"But now I suddenly feel, I don't know if I should do this?"

"Xiao Cui, what do you think?"

Xin Zhao suddenly turned around and asked.

"Ah I?"

Xiaocui was taken aback, she didn't expect the emperor to ask herself, a girl who was quite bold at first didn't dare to speak, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "It's better not to let the common people have such a place where they can at least live. Is it not good?"

"Yes."

Xin Zhao nodded slightly, whispering softly.

Nan Yingluo was taken aback, and glared at Xiao Cui and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Your Majesty, why did you ask her, what does she know as a little girl?"

Xin Zhao shook his head indifferently, and continued: "What Xiao Cui said makes sense.

However, if the roads here are all repaired, many things in the mountains can be sold.

And those mountains, if they become terraced fields, there may be tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of hectares of fertile land in the whole of Daqin. The output of these fertile fields may make Qizhou, Jizhou, Gyeonggi, and tens of thousands of people have food. "

"what?"

Xiaocui was shocked when she heard his description, even Nan Luoying, Li Cunxiao, Cao Xiong, and the guards of the Nan family were shocked.

"Can this really be done?"

A guard of the Nan family asked subconsciously, only after asking did he realize his identity, and hurriedly wanted to apologize.

Xin Zhao waved his hand, then nodded and said: "It can be done, as long as the road here is built, even if the mountainous area here cannot grow rice, it can also grow mulberry forest, camellia, tea tree, and sweet potato.

You can raise chickens and pigs. "

Xin Zhao's eyes were shining brightly, depicting pictures of a good harvest.

Everyone couldn't help being fascinated and yearning.

"In that case, these things will all become family members again?"

Xiaocui asked subconsciously.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Xin Zhao was also silent for a while, then shook his head slightly and said: "There will be some left over in a short time, but after more than ten years, or even a few years, in a year of famine, these will become aristocratic families."

"These aristocratic families really deserve to die!"

Xiaocui gritted her teeth unconsciously.

After finishing speaking, I realized that my main family is actually one of the aristocratic families.

However, the Nan family is a military family, which is slightly different from ordinary families.

And Nan Luoying and all the guards of the Nan family couldn't help lowering their heads.

The aristocratic family is the most aware of the harm, but when it is clear, the aristocratic family will not stop expanding, let alone sacrifice itself for the sake of the world.

Because the family is not a "person".

Even the Nan family will never hand over the population and fields hidden by the family, because then you will not only become weak, but also become a heterogeneous and public enemy of the world's aristocratic families.

Even if the Nan family is optimistic about Xin Zhao and supports him, they will not do this.

So Nan Luo Ying didn't say anything.

Xin Zhao certainly didn't expect her to say anything, that's unrealistic.

He said this purely because he was a little entangled in his heart.

Of course, this entanglement is only short-lived.

Of course, it is impossible for him not to do what he should do because of these concerns.

He knew that it was impossible for him to completely eliminate the aristocratic family, and if it was eliminated, new aristocratic families, or gentry, capitalists, and the like would emerge.

But... whatever, it's a moment of pleasure.

Even though he can't change the eternal life, he can change the moment.

There is no guarantee after death, but after death, who cares about him!

"drive!"

When everyone was silent, Xin Zhao suddenly shook the reins, the steed under his crotch let out a roar, and then galloped away first.

"Your Majesty, my lord!"

Seeing this, everyone was startled, Cao Xiong quickly picked up his horse and went after him, and everyone hurried to follow.

But Xin Zhao laughed loudly in front of him, "After I die, who cares about the f*cking flood!"

(End of this chapter)