Royal Road

Luoyang shakes due to the flood of river Fen. However, the small southern court at this moment has no spare time for the Northern Expedition. Since the beginning of spring in Jiangdong, the rain has been pitiful, and it has become a disaster.

"It's all because of your majesty's perverse actions that will provoke God's punishment!" In the general's mansion, Wang Dun's face was gloomy and his tone of voice was not good.

It was enough to arrange Liu Kun to guard Shouchun before, but Sima Rui did not stop, and decreed that the children in Yangzhou should be released, and they should be formed into teams and handed over to Dai Yuan. There are a lot of families in Yangzhou, and there are countless children. This is equivalent to an extra army of tens of thousands of people. Isn't it just to guard against yourself to hand them over to Dai Yuan?

"I heard that the emperor also meant to reuse Yu Liang and Liu Kui. I am afraid it was a defensive heart against the Taifu." An aide on the side whispered, "The Taifu is magnanimous and doesn't care about it. But the emperor meant that Ming Gong had to Guard against..."

Yu Liang’s younger sister is a princess, she is handsome, very good and mysterious, and has a celebrity demeanor. The prince reused him, obviously wanting to divide the power in the hands of Wang Dao. If Dao Wang is really squeezed out of the center by other families, the advantages of the Langya Wang clan will disappear.

"Sima Xiaoer deceived people too much!" Wang Dun felt like a fire in his heart.

Just a Liu Kun, it is extremely difficult to deal with, plus Yu Liang and others, it is even more difficult to deal with. There are so many Jiangdong families, and those high-ranking sects in the north have won the emperor's blessing by persuading advancement. Once they have gained power, their own business for the past few years will suddenly be overwhelming. Why is Wang Dun willing to let it go?

"Would you like the general to explore the depths of the dynasty first? If it is not good, you can make plans early," another said.

This temptation naturally starts with Liu Kun, who has just become the master of Shouchun. Wang Dun slowly nodded his head: "Let's take a look first. If you really let the treacherous nephew mess up the government, you must send troops to Beijing, and Qing Yiqing will be on your side!"

Following these cold words, several memos were handed over to Sima Rui's desk. It was mentioned explicitly or implicitly that the Zhenbei General Liu Kun had a close relationship with the rebel general Zuti, and he stayed still after Shouchun, with the intention of surrendering to the city. Sima Rui was frightened and ordered to ask questions. But who is Liu Kun? The Twenty-Four Friends of Jingu at the time have been famous all over the world since Yuankang years. Regarding the exquisite writing, I am afraid that no one in Jiangzuo can match it!

Liu Kun immediately submitted a letter to defend himself, and begged to resign to prove his innocence. When Sima Rui was employing people, Liu Kun's persuasion to enter the table at the time was even more tickling in his heart. Hearing what he said, the reprimand turned into comfort, and the emperor was busy adding the title of Sikong to Liu Kun to show his trust.

The pool of water in Jiangdong became more and more mixed. However, the people below, don't care about the hands of the princes. The drought made grain harvests impossible, and there was no tax reduction or exemption. More and more people, who are unwilling to devote themselves to the high gates, packed their bags and headed for the northern kingdom of Zhao.

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"My son has made a lot of progress this time." Liang Feng looked at the prince standing in the hall and applauded.

After the flood, Liang Rong asked himself to stay in Hedong to help the people, and he delayed for two months before returning to Luoyang. This time, I have gone through all the water related things, and even participated in the disaster relief process personally. How can I not make Liang Feng happy.

Liang Rong also had a proud look on his face: "Father once said that water can carry boats. Only on this trip to the river east did the children understand that the people's hearts are precious. If the people are ruled like this, why worry about injustice in the world?!"

It seems that this fight against floods also aroused Liang Rong's courage and confidence. However, Liang Feng did not follow his words, but instead asked: "Why can't the previous people use it for such a simple and pure people?"

"Because the emperor of Jin was inextricably divided, leading to counties and ruins. Then there was the Eight Kings Rebellion, and all the Husbands came together!" Liang Rong said quickly. He studied at Hongwen Academy every day, countless famous teachers gave instructions, and his father taught him personally. All of these are naturally clear. "Since my father became the throne, he hasn't been named a princess, let alone a king with a different surname. I won't make the same mistake again!"

Liang Feng shook his head: "Then how to reward heroes when the world is settled? How many of their heirs will be graceful and attack officials?"

Liang Rong choked at once. Not to mention the peace of the world, only this time Chang'an was won, and many people were rewarded with titles and titles. If there is no official promotion, who will desperately die?

"In the future, there will be Gonghou County, and my Liang family’s blood will also be divided into food towns. No matter how stingy, there will still be a group of wealthy officials in the DPRK in a hundred years. They will seize land from the people and squeeze labor force. Do your best to fill your own pockets. The emperor’s decree can no longer spread everywhere, just like a tree that is too large, slowly decaying from the end of the root system. At that time, the people in your eyes will be as before, like the Yellow Turban Army, Just like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, he rises up." Liang Feng's voice was not hurried, calm, and described to his son the process of the destruction of a dynasty.

"There will be ways to change." Liang Rong gritted his teeth, and his previous self-satisfaction and joy have dissipated. "There are Yushitai, three provinces and six ministries, and the Privy Council. The father set countless rules and regulations, precisely for the purpose of sharing. Power, to check and balance, to control the center! Besides, there are also troops and the Sixth Army!"

Liang Feng nodded: "Perhaps these can check and balance civil and military affairs, and land mergers can also be controlled in an ideal state. But what about people? How should the extra people be resettled? Within twenty years, Zhao's population will double. After that, it climbed up one step at a time in 15 years. When the Han Dynasty was in its heyday, there were nearly 20 million households in the world. If there were no Yellow Turban Rebellion, it would continue to increase. With so many people, they will continue to grow. Just thinking about the self-fat bureaucracy, what will it look like?"

Liang Rong couldn't answer. No one can answer this question. How many virtuous officers and good generals, how many saints Mingjun, can't solve this problem.

Liang Feng sighed softly: "I didn't want you to watch it so early...whatever, come with me."

Liang Rong didn't know, so, following his father, he came to the corner of the side hall. Following the emperor's gesture, the two servants opened the curtain covering the wall, and a map appeared in front of Liang Rong.

That is not a map that Liang Rong is familiar with.

After swallowing, Liang Rong looked at the huge picture in front of him that could cover the entire wall, and he was a little speechless.

"This is the territory of Zhao Kingdom." Liang Feng ignored his son's expression, raised his golden rod, and drew a circle in the middle and lower part of the picture. The circle includes Bingzhou, Youzhou, Pingzhou, Sizhou, Jizhou, Qingzhou, Yanzhou, and Yongzhou. The north of the Yellow River is covered. In addition, there are more than half of Yuzhou and part of Jingzhou.

This is a huge territory. But on the map, it only occupies a small piece.

Liang Feng went down again: "This is the land to be recovered."

All land boundaries including Qinzhou, Yizhou, Liangzhou, Jingzhou, Xuzhou, Yangzhou, Jiaozhou, Guangzhou and Ningzhou. Territory occupied by the Huns, Di people, and Eastern Jin Dynasty. This is where Zhao Guo will gradually settle down in the future.

However, the two blocks together still cannot occupy half of the area on the map.

"This is the Long History Mansion of the Western Regions." Liang Feng lifted his hand and the golden rod pointed to the northwest. A long and narrow area that is not too small, connected to the Central Plains through Liangzhou. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, it has been under the jurisdiction of the Central Plains dynasty, and it has not been cut off from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. From Tianshan to Loulan, the former Silk Road extends from here.

However, Liangzhou has not yet been attached, and this large area of ​​land has become an overseas enclave. Even the Silk Road is almost cut off.

The golden rod slowly descended along the Long History Mansion of the Western Regions, enclosing another vast area. Liang Feng said lightly: "Here is a lofty mountain, with Qiang Yi living scattered."

In later generations, it will be called Qinghai and Tibet, and it will continue to the Sino-Indian border.

"And here is the grassland of the Xianbei people." The golden rod upwards, from the Hulunbuir grassland to Lake Baikal, an area larger than the Central Plains.

"There are also Qianghu, Wusun, Goguryeo and Fuyu..." The last few scattered lands constitute all of the world known to most Chinese. Liang Feng sighed softly, "This is the territory outside the country, the mountains, deserts, and the frozen grasslands. Even if the Han Dynasty was prosperous, it was not completely occupied."

Liang Rong's eyes suddenly lit up: "As long as I can expand the territory, I will be able to raise more people! Under the world, is it the king's land; the land of the land, is it the king's minister!"

Although these areas are not suitable for living, as long as they are expanded step by step, a solution can always be found.

Liang Feng was noncommittal and clicked on the map with a golden rod: "Change!"

With an order, the two waiters quickly circled the picture, revealing the other one under it. That map is not too big, and the labeling is extremely simple, most of the place is still blank.

Liang Rong blinked and looked over blankly: "Father, this is..."

Liang Feng drew a circle on that new picture: "This is all you just saw."

The entire area of ​​East Asia is not small, but it is really not enough on the map of Asia, Africa and Europe.

Liang Rong felt that everything he knew in his life had been subverted, and he stumbled and said, "Why, how could it be so big?"

"This is based on a map drawn by sea merchants." Liang Feng spent a few circles on the map with a golden rod. "Tianzhu from Buddhism, Daqin rich in colored glaze, resting in peace connected by the Silk Road...maybe outside the ocean, There are also continents."

Those are North and South America and Australia that were not drawn on the map.

"This is the world!" Liang Feng uttered a word, "Tianxia", categorically.

Under the world, could it be the king's soil? Is it possible that Wang Chen is the shore of the soil? Faced with such a terrible territory, Liang Rong could not speak such rhetoric. The world is far beyond his imagination. How can this be governed? How to use it?

Seeing his son's dazed expression, Liang Feng smiled: "Is it terrible?"

"Father..." Liang Rongmeng regained his senses, "This world, no one can fully occupy this world..."

"So abroad, there will still be a country. There will be frictions between the two countries, there will be diplomatic relations, and there will be trade. Our land in China has been able to support tens of millions of people, plus the income from other countries, will surely be able to feed more. !" Liang Feng threw out the final answer.

"So, the father wants to open sea trade and build big ships..." Liang Rong was not stupid, and immediately understood. Yes, now that the Silk Road is blocked, there are several times more merchant ships at sea. What if these gains are used to feed the people?

"Porcelain, silk, and paper can be exchanged for rice, gold, silver, spice and gemstones. They can also be sold at sky-high prices outside of the region. Just like the colored glaze shipped from Daqin that year, it is nothing but sand, far away. It has become a rare treasure. Everyone says that they work hard for their fathers, but they have thought about what they get for a hundred workers?" In Liang Feng’s voice, there was a certain weird vitality, "Besides, overseas There is also Jinshan and Yinshan, fertile land with three crops a year. As long as there is a strong enough navy, can you still catch it?"

This is the easiest way to transfer domestic contradictions. It may also be a curse. But Liang Feng didn't mind throwing it out. The sooner you know the size of the world, the better it will be for China. He still hopes to see the spirit of martial arts and the courage to keep on pioneering more than introverted, self-defeating and closed-door. Isn't China already fertile soil everywhere, and hasn't generations of generations opened up mountains and filled rivers, built canals and roads, and created countless livable places?

"Tian Xia..." Liang Rong chewed the word in his mouth, but his eyes got brighter and brighter, as if he had seen something exciting.

However, the curtain shook slightly, and the shocking map was hidden again. Liang Rong couldn't help but looked at his father. However, this time, Liang Feng did not smile on his face: "The world is vast and endless. But it can't be far away. In the South, there are also the Miasma Jedi, Qianli Zeguo. If medical skills develop, can the miasma hurt people? If it is to treat water Deli, can you turn Yunmengze into ten thousand acres of fertile land?"

Productivity determines the limits of human habitation. In this era, there is no proverb that "Huguang is familiar, and the world is full", because the plains of the two lakes are still a piece of land. Let alone Fujian and Guangdong. The development of the South alone can feed tens of millions of people. The Eastern Jin Dynasty that crossed the river was also the beginning of civilization going south.

It's no wonder that the royal father takes medicine so seriously. No wonder water conservancy has always been the top priority. Liang Rong nodded vigorously: "What my father taught is! The world is so big that I can't reach it. Let the country come first!"

"It's the people." Liang Feng corrected, "Don't forget what you did all this for. Water can carry and overturn the boat. This is what you have to keep in mind after you succeed."

It's not a big joy, it's not that it's famous forever. But to allow more people to live in peace, escape the oppression and exploitation of officials as much as possible, and continue the lifeblood of a dynasty.

"Erchen must keep this in mind!" The frivolous and complacency disappeared, and the dazedness and fear disappeared. Liang Rong's expression gradually calmed down, and he changed back to his solemn appearance in front of the hundred officials. It's just that the old man is not there, and he is full of vigor.

Liang Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder: "Go, Awan is still waiting for you in the East Palace."

He will become a good emperor. Two generations of Mingjun, are they enough to give a dynasty a foothold? Is it enough to change a country?

Seeing the back of his son's resignation, Liang Feng put aside the golden rod in his hand, and walked slowly towards the Suigong Hall.

The author has something to say: The picture is painted by Shao Liang himself, and the seashang **** horse is all interface XD