A gathering at the Zheng Manor.
As expected, it increased the relationship between Li Yuanjing, Zheng Shanguo, and Zheng Fengchi. One was an aristocratic family with hundreds of years of inheritance, and the other was the richest man with money.
If there was any trouble in the future, just look for them.
The system had given him the skill to run amok, the god-level investment skill, the god-level craftsman skill, and the Hundred Ghosts Parade, but these things could not be directly converted into influence.
On the contrary, Li Yuanjing had helped Zheng Fengchi and the Zheng family of Xingyang realize their wishes.
He had obtained two powerful allies.
After returning to the palace, he did not immediately go on a mission to rescue Zheng Guanyin and her son.
Li Yuanjing first changed into plain clothes and then left the palace. He disguised himself and went on a private visit to see if the grain had been sent to Hedong Road.
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Chang 'an East Gate.
The wide road here was enough for sixteen carriages to travel together.
At this time, the pedestrians on the official road had all dispersed, leaving only four-wheeled carts full of goods heading east.
The sack wrapped the goods tightly, but something still leaked out from the gap. The passersby saw that it was dark wheat.
"Hiss ~ Could this be food? It was said that the imperial court's disaster relief grain had been exhausted. Where would they get so much food?”
"Silly fool, these are all the grain donated by the big families to the disaster victims in the east of the river.”
"When did the aristocratic families become so kind?”
"Isn't it the good idea that His Majesty came up with?”
The commoners on both sides of the road whispered to each other and exchanged information. They looked at the name of a certain family on the truck and were filled with admiration.
Of course, their greatest admiration was still for the Tang Emperor.
The strength of a country depended on the people's trust in the imperial court.
Hedong Road was in trouble, but the imperial court could provide so much food.
If they were to suffer a disaster one day, the Imperial Court would definitely lend them a hand.
"I heard that the Zheng family of Xingyang has been recognized as a first-class family. These two hundred carts are only a part of the grain donated by the Zheng family.”A scholar saw a passing truck with the words " Zheng " and " Zhao " written on it and began to explain to the people nearby.
As expected, many people began to ask him questions.
One of the girls asked curiously,""When the Zheng family of Xingyang donated grain, why did they have the word 'Zhao' next to it?”
When the scholar saw a beautiful girl, he quickly pushed her away and squeezed in front of her to answer,""This is because both the Zheng family of Xingyang and the richest man in the Tang Empire are grateful to the King of Zhao.”
He began to relay the second-hand news he had heard to the other party.
He thought that this lady would admire him for being well-informed, but he did not expect her to exclaim,""The King of Zhao is the pillar of the country. He wanted the richest man in the Great Tang to donate food and finally made Zheng Fengchi acknowledge his ancestors.”
Scholar spat out blood.
The grain trucks came one after another. Zheng Fengchi had donated a lot of grain.
The car was engraved with the logo of Zheng and Zhao. It could be said that they were crazily trying to make their presence known to the people.
Everyone also learned about the Zheng family and the King of Zhao.
In an instant, the Zheng family of Xingyang became the most respected family name among the people, and the King of Zhao became a good king in the hearts of the people.
In the teahouse.
The gavel slammed.
There was a drought in the east of the river, and the people starved to death. The imperial court was short of money and could not take out a grain of rice. The current emperor cherished the people, and in order to raise food, his temples turned white.
"At this time, the current Emperor has obtained an excellent plan.”
The storyteller's sonorous and powerful voice sounded, causing everyone's hearts to clench.
"Rating of food donation."
"Those who donate the most food will be rated as first-class aristocratic families. Therefore, His Majesty made the aristocratic families fight for the reputation, and in the end, it benefited us commoners.”
"Look, the grain on the grain trucks outside now comes from the Zhangsun family.”
The storyteller pointed outside. Sure enough, everyone saw the flag of the Zhangsun family hanging on the grain convoy.
"But who gave Your Majesty that wonderful plan?”
The storyteller threw out another question, which attracted many people to answer.
"It must be the resourceful Lord Zhangsun. He is the Emperor's brother, the Empress's elder brother.”
"Bullsh * t! I guess it's General Li Jing, who can be a general and a prime minister.”
"No, no, no. It's King Zhao."
When the storyteller saw a guy say the answer, he was also annoyed. Clearly, this guy was very well-informed. He announced the answer,"It is indeed King Zhao!"
The customers in the teahouse were all shocked.
The King of Zhao had actually offered up such a brilliant plan, directly stabilizing the disaster in the east of the river.
"Not only that, His Majesty also conferred the title of King Zhao as the Eight Virtuous Kings, ordering him to punish evil and serve the country and the people.”
"I believe that King Zhao's scheme this time can be said to be robbing the rich to help the poor.”
The storyteller sighed.
The listeners all agreed.
Robbing the food of the aristocratic families and the commoners of Jihe River East. He was simply the idol in the hearts of the commoners.
The commoners were uncultured and began to brag.
"If the Great Tang has the Eight Virtuous Kings, the country will surely prosper and the people will live in peace.”
"There are many grain carts with the word 'Zhao' on them. King Zhao must have donated a lot of grain as well. He is simply a god sent by the heavens to save us.”
"I heard that the King of Zhao had previously hoarded and sold grain, scamming the Cui Manor of tens of thousands of dollars. This Cui Manor has sucked so much of our flesh and blood.!!”
"The Eight Virtuous Kings are wise!"
When someone called out the wisdom of the Eight Virtuous Kings, Li Yuanjing, who was drinking tea in the hall on the first floor, couldn't help but say.
F * ck, are you trying to kill me?
I aim to be a virtuous king, not an emperor.
A tender voice sounded.
"The Eight Virtuous Kings are also humans. They need to eat and poop. They also have greed and will bear grudges.”
Instantly.
Li Yuanjing could feel the anger of the people around him, and they were all glaring at him.
Good heavens, a bunch of ignorant people.
If he couldn't afford to offend her, he would be able to escape!
Li Yuanjing skipped away and quickly got into the carriage outside.
"What does an eight-year-old child know!"
"Are the Eight Virtuous Kings someone you can casually evaluate?”
"Didn't your father teach you not to talk nonsense outside?”
The surrounding commoners were all cursing.
Only the storyteller was shocked, because he recognized the jade dragon purple belt on Li Yuanjing's waist.
In addition, the child was in a red-crowned carriage. This was the standard of a prince.
He then thought about why this child dared to comment on the King of Zhao. It was because this little fellow was the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, who had stirred up trouble in the court.
"Storyteller Xu, say something. Let's capture this child and send him to the palace.”A rough man cursed.
"Shut up!"
The storyteller roared, and the teahouse fell silent.
After he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
"He is King Zhao."
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