The Great Tang: World Martial God

Imperial City, Zhang Family Courtyard.

This was originally the former residence of the emperor, and Zhang Zhengguo has been taking care of it after the death of the emperor.

After learning that Zhang Xian had entered the city, Zhang Zhengguo invited Zhang Xian and his party here.

Although it is in the imperial city, it is not in the hustle and bustle of the city.

The courtyard is spacious and comfortable, the houses are simple and plain, with lush green bamboos and stacked rocks.

Although not as expansive as the Zhang Family in Qingzhou, it looks quiet and unique.

Zhang Xianduan was drinking tea a few days before sitting in the case, listening to the bachelor who brought him to report the situation in the city.

The door was opened, Zhang Zhengguo looked worried, walked in hastily, and a few days before the case, he saluted Zhang Lao.

"Master, the students are late."

Zhang Xian waved his hand slightly to signal Zhang Zhengguo to get up.

With a touch of trepidation, Zhang Zhengguo said cautiously.

"Master, your majesty has given an orally that the taxes and grains in Qingzhou will be postponed for two years. Those people who don't have much surplus grain, don't have to go hungry this year."

Zhang Xian has a kind face, said.

"This matter, the old man already knows."

A touch of joy appeared on Zhang Zhengguo's face, said.

"Then the Master is satisfied with this holy intention?"

Upon hearing the question, the kindness on Zhang Xian's face gradually disappeared, and his expression gradually became serious and solemn.

"The old man's coming this time represents not only the great Confucian family, but also the thousands of people in Qingzhou."

"It's a hard journey all the way, the old man won't talk about it first, why wait until we arrive in Chang'an, this policy of deferring the payment of taxes and grains, before we lower the order?"

While talking, Zhang Xian leaned forward and said.

"The disaster in Qingzhou is not serious, and the poor people still have surplus food, and there is no major problem."

"If there is no surplus food to support, how many people will die in famine when the old man comes and go? Has he ever counted it?"

"A single sentence of postponing the payment of taxes and grains is even an explanation to the people of Qingzhou?"

Zhang Zhengguo waved his hand repeatedly and said.

"Master, the Qingzhou famine was originally suppressed by the governor of Qingzhou, and it was not reported in advance."

"The governor of Qingzhou thought of sharing the worries for your majesty, and he just lobbied the big households. The government borrowed money to fill the vacancies in taxes and food, but the court didn't really know about it."

"Please also the Master Mingjian."

Obviously, Zhang Xian did not know this news.

Looking around, Zhang Xian's old face turned white and red.

In that case, he was a bit reckless.

But in a blink of an eye, Zhang Xian found it strange, his face suddenly changed, said.

"Such an act of plucking meat to repair sores is also an act of court officials?"

"Take the lives of the poor people as a trifle! It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

The expression on Zhang Zhengguo's face suddenly suffocated. He never expected that telling the truth by himself made the matter even more serious.

But in a blink of an eye, Zhang Zhengguo figured it out.

My teacher is the head of the great Confucian, so I directly expose this matter, but it seems that the teacher is reckless and abrupt.

The reason for finding such a reason is just to save face.

The chaotic thoughts became especially clear after Zhang Zhengguo clarified the matter. After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Zhengguo became clear.

"Master, since your majesty became the throne, he has been dedicated to the sake of the people and worked hard to govern, and only then has the prosperity of Zhenguan prospered."

"A generation of emperors also manages everything, and there is no arrogance, luxury and licentiousness. Just on this point, it can be called a statement king."

"It's just that in the past dynasties, the struggle for imperial power has inevitably set off a **** storm, and you are walking on a **** road. Why do you need to mention the old things again when you are old?"

Seeing that Zhang Xian didn't say much, Zhang Zhengguo added.

"As tentatively decided today, the plow irrigation reform is the period of agricultural mulberry development."

"If the past is mentioned again at this time, it will not benefit the people of Datang at all!"

"I also ask the Master to consider it again and again, and put the overall situation of the world as the most important."

After that, Zhang Zhengguo bowed his head.

Zhang Xian glanced at Zhang Zhengguo, his face was embarrassed, and waved.

"Okay, get up."

"Such a gift, old man, can't bear it."

After all, Zhang Xian sighed and said.

"The old man just can't stand this tone. Regarding Qingzhou, he has to wait for the old man to toss this old bone to Chang'an before giving an explanation."

Speaking of Chang'an, Zhang Xian seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly became serious.

He tapped his fingers on the wooden table, and the seriousness gradually turned into aggrieved.

"Chang'an, look at the current Chang'an, what the current Chang'an courtiers look like!"

"Dignified Marquis, in the armor of the royal family, in a second-rank high-level post, but...but he sells his daughter's things in Chang'an! What a decent way!"

Zhang Zhengguo's face turned pale, his head hung down, and he said softly.

"As an old saying goes, a gentleman loves to get money in a good way, this...this is correct..."

Hearing the rebuttal, Zhang Xian frowned, the table knocked louder, and he sternly rebuked.

"Zi said, if you attack heretics, you can harm yourself! It is true to love money, but if you love money too much, it is a curse!"

"He is also an important position in Datang, but only cares about his own pockets. When can he put his mind on being an official and politically?"

"Even if Tang Hao is both civil and military, he shouldn't be so arrogant!"

The words of reprimand made Zhang Zhengguo feel a little numb.

"Tang Hao collects money for..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xian waved his hand to interrupt, said.

"Okay, you go."

"The old man came here this time, but he didn't expect to be able to go back."

"Strict rituals and laws, righteous princes and ministers, saving the smoky Tang Dynasty, is the purpose of the old man's trip!"