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And there are some new weapons and equipment purchased from Fuyang Earl's Mansion...
More than 700 Jinshi selected by the provincial examination have successively entered their posts, sending new blood to the court and the officialdom...
But many interested people have discovered that all the changes in Zhao Guo today have the influence of Wang Kang.
It can be said that one person affects a country!
The whole country of Zhao felt the increasingly tense atmosphere, even ordinary people...
At this time, Emperor Zhao Jiang Chengli issued an imperial decree, changing the country's name from Jian'an to Yuanwu!
It also represents that Zhao Guo, which has been peaceful for three years, is about to enter the war period, and has already made preparations...
[Author's digression]: The first update (The previous lines are all connected, including the foreshadowing, and the new jru is coming soon, including the foreshadowing, thank you for your support.)
Chapter 538 Zhumen's wine and meat stinks, Lu You freezes to death...
He staggered past with disheveled hair, he looked about seventeen or eighteen, his face was not dirty, his facial features were clearly recognizable, and he was not ugly.
It's just that while talking to himself, it made his face a little hideous.
He staggered past under the fence, his thin body trembling in the rustling autumn hair.
In front of him, a beggar walked past, an old lady nearly sixty, with wrinkled face, gray hair, arched body, cloudy eyes, and murmured words that others could not understand from time to time.
Not far from the beggar, there was a little girl about four or five years old. She knelt on the cold ground and kowtowed to passers-by for begging.
I hope others can reward her with some food, even a little firewood...
There were bloodstains on the place where she kowtowed on the ground, she didn't seem to feel any pain, she kept doing this all the time.
Because beside her, there was a rotten straw mat, and a woman was lying on the straw mat, who should be the little girl's mother.
This woman was also dressed in rags, she seemed to be sick, her face was pale, her lips were chapped, she curled up and trembled...
In the whole street, there is a beggar every few steps, old people, women, children, normal people with sound limbs, and disabled people with missing fingers and broken legs...
At this time, the door of a large house beside the road opened, and a boy dressed in tight clothes and a felt hat came out of it.
The boy came out with a dustpan in his hand. Seeing the scene in front of the door, he frowned slightly and muttered a few words...
Seeing this boy come out, the young man's eyes lit up, and he hurried over...
He was only the first one. In fact, people flocked to him like this.
"Give me something to eat, give me something to eat!"
"Well-intentioned people!"
A group of people gathered around the gate of the compound, begging, the servants were even more disdainful, but also more proud.
He is just a servant, the lowest servant in this house, but now he enjoys this kind of thing, his back is straight, and his head is raised up hard.
Imitating the master of the mansion, he sternly shouted: "Why don't you die, there is no food, but there are some ashes..."
He picked up the dustpan in his hand and swung it towards the front, kicking up a cloud of dust that swept those people all over their bodies and faces.
But they didn't seem to care, busy crawling on the ground to pick up, groping...
The big households burn charcoal, which is not clean, and there are some cinders and raw charcoal, which is what they need.
"Mine, this is mine."
"I found it first."
There was a lot of noise, and some people even fought over a small piece of charcoal...
Seeing this scene, the servant wiped his nose in disdain, then returned to the courtyard, and when he opened the door, through the half-open door...
I can faintly hear the singing and dancing inside!
It can be smelled faintly, and the meat fragrance is diffused inside!
"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone!"
Putting down the car curtain, Wang Kang sighed in a low voice. This is not the first time he has seen such a scene...
Shangjing City is located in the Central Bank of Weiwei Province, and it is in the most central location.
All the way to the north, out of Weiyang, into the northern border, the situation is completely different, and Wang Kang really knows...
Zhao Guo, which appeared to be prosperous on the surface, tore away the fig leaf, and it turned out to be so devastated.
It's autumn.
An autumn rain, a cold.
The north wind is howling, and the further north we go, the colder the weather will be. On this road, we have seen too many people displaced, starving and poorly clothed.
This is the real truth!
This is the real Zhao Kingdom!
The aristocracy enjoys extravagance, the distribution of wealth is uneven, the drought dies, the flood dies, the gap between the rich and the poor is too large...
The local officials did nothing, at least as far as Wang Kang saw, no measures were taken.
Whether it's opening a warehouse to release grain, or Shimi giving porridge, I haven't seen it at all...
Instead, it oppresses the people.
Li Qingman asked, "Does Emperor Zhao know about this situation?"
"I know, but there is no way."
"What do you mean?"
Wang Kang said coldly: "The disaster relief funds issued by the imperial court can't get around the local government in the end, and they are exploited layer by layer. How can they get into the hands of the people?"
"In the end, it's still Liu Zhang's problem. He is the biggest dignitary in Northern Xinjiang Province!"
"No wonder Emperor Zhao wants to implement a new policy."
"No, the implementation of the New Deal will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause!"
Wang Kang said in a deep voice: "The upper echelons of the entire northern Xinjiang province, from the governor to the local state capital, have been rotten to the bone!"
"In this case, there is only one way!"