The Great Tang: World Martial God

The suddenly tall figure, like a Taishan mountain, pressed in front of his eyes.

Zhao Limin was sincere and frightened, his legs softened, and he slumped from the seat on the ground, resting his hands on the ground, trembling all over.

Originally, Zhao Limin's idea of ​​begging those big households to collect taxes evenly on their grains was also shattered at this moment.

Three days!

How can a small county in this disaster year collect such mountain-like taxes and grains so quickly?

With his head heavily knocked on the ground, Zhao Limin's tears overflowed his eyes, and he almost begged.

"Master Chen, there was a severe drought in Qingzhou last year, and the harvest was not as good as before."

"I hope that for the sake of the hundreds of thousands of people living in Qingzhou and Qingzhou, I hope you can be more generous for a few days."

"This time, even if it's my old bone, I beseech the adults for the thousands of people in Qingzhou."

With tears falling, the officials kneeling down in the main hall pleaded for love one after another.

The whole hall was full of wailing and bursts of crying.

Chen Cang gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his heart was even more angry.

This time he came with the emperor's fate, regardless of whether the disaster was true or false, but if he returned empty-handed this time, the black hat on his head would definitely not be able to keep it.

Originally thought it was Qingzhou Confucian obstruction that caused the tax and grain to enter the imperial city late.

At this time, it seems that Qingzhou has no more food at all!

Even though the Qingzhou hundred officials begging for themselves, how can they explain to the court minister? How to explain to the angry king of Tang?

"enough!"

In a sharp shout, Chen Cang pointed at Zhao Limin who repeatedly kowtowed, and said.

"The officer is ordered to act!"

"Explain! You explain to the present-day saint!"

The emperor's fate is like a mountain, time is pressing, and Chen Cang is also forced to do so.

"Huh! As expected of the commander from the imperial city! The official prestige is not small!"

A cold hum came from outside the palace.

Zhang Xian took a group of scholars in Confucian robes, turned the hall door, and strode forward.

Chen Cang looked at the sound, his eyes closed slightly, and he shot a bright light.

"Zhang Xian?"

Between the words, Zhang Xian and his party have already come to the front.

"Master Chen?"

"Master Chen, as a great minister of Datang, was so hasty and insisted on expropriating grain."

"Can you think about the life and death of hundreds of thousands of hungry people in Qingzhou!"

After listening to this, Chen Cang said with a sneer on his frosty face.

"Lao Zhang, don't tag me when you have nothing to do!"

"In spite of the death and life of the hungry people, forcibly requisitioning food, this kind of tyrannical act is not something that my old bones can bear."

After all, Chen Cang slowly took a step forward and stared at Zhang Xiandao.

"Daxing Confucianism, recruiting young and Zhuang scholars everywhere."

"Qingzhou has a thousand hectares of fertile fields, but only the old men with white beards and hairs work hard!"

"Isn't Mr. Zhang supposed to give Qingzhou people an explanation, shouldn't he give Datang Chaotang an explanation!"

Zhang Xian flicked his sleeves, looked around, and stood with his hands behind, said.

"Datang's agricultural tools are innovated. There are still curved plows on the cultivated land, and there are still carts for irrigation."

"The bachelor in the old man's mansion only gathers people to discuss the Confucian Avenue written by the saints during the slack hours. How can you delay Nongsang's claim?"

After that, Zhang Xian slowly turned around and stared at Chen Cangdao.

"Sage Kong still thinks about himself, why doesn't Mrs. Chen try to rob himself?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Cang raised his head and laughed.

There was a touch of sadness and sadness in the old laughter.

"Lao Zhang lives in Zhang Mansion, so let's open your eyes and take a look at the countryside of Qingzhou!"

"For a big Confucian scholar who is not well-known, how many young laborers have to leave their hometown?"

"Don't forget Mr. Zhang, people rely on food as their heaven. Only when someone is alive can someone listen to you."

Only has a name.

The four characters were deeply pierced in Zhang Xian's heart.

This is disrespect to the saint of Confucius and Mencius!

Earlier, I heard that some children have also come here to learn Confucianism.

But Zhang Xian did not believe that this was the main reason for delaying Nongsang.

In other words, as a representative of Confucianism, there are tens of thousands of scholars standing behind him.

Even if Zhang Xian had some doubts in his heart at this time, he would definitely not admit it.

Taking another step, Zhang Xian's cheeks suddenly approached Chen Cang, staring at those clear eyes.

"Zi said, if the people are full, who is the king and who is not enough? If the people are not enough, who is the king and who is not enough?"

"The people can't be self-sufficient, so what use is it given to the court?"

"You can't be sympathetic to the people! In the year of severe drought, you still need to collect taxes and food again, regardless of the safety of the people. Is this kind of behavior called benevolent governance?"

Chen Cang snorted coldly, turned his head, pushed the crowd away and walked slowly outside the hall.

"The Analects of Confucius is full of mouths, but I don't look at the people of Qingzhou who are in dire straits."

"Zhang Xian, you preached that the Confucius and Mencius courts can be left alone, but after all these years, you have done a little too far!"

For the first time in all these years, someone has openly testified against himself in the public.

After hearing this, Zhang Xian's old face filled with anger and pointed at Chen Cangdao.

"You don't exercise benevolent governance, but you are arguing and blaming the old man for teaching Confucius and Mencius."

"Chen Cang, what do you want!"

The slowly walking figure stopped abruptly and turned his head slightly.

"The old man respects you as Lao Zhang, but he thinks that you are a sage of Confucius."

"The villager of the country, there is nothing wrong with teaching etiquette. If you are arrogant about the government, you must be careful."

Chen Cang slowly turned his head, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice.

"Three days later, the old man will come to inspect the tax and grain, and I hope that the governor will prepare early!"

Snapped.

Zhang Xian chopped his feet fiercely, pointed to the sound of walking away, and shouted.

"Arrogant and unreasonable! There is a slight state of decency of the people and nobles there!"

"The old man must be like Chang'an, and ask the Emperor Datang, what is benevolence!"