In the sixth year of Xuanhe, 1124 AD, the first day of the first lunar month was Yuan Shuo.

After a year and a half of renovations, Luoyang City, which had long been lonely and lost its imperial style, has gained a new charm after a large amount of manpower and materials were poured into it. More than two hundred years have passed, and no one knows what the imperial capital was like in the past.

, but people in Luoyang unanimously believe that today’s Luoyang is no worse than the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

The influence is mutual. The upper class can influence the lower class, and the lower class can also influence the upper class, but the intensity is different. Generally speaking, the social atmosphere of Zhao Song Dynasty is not very bold, otherwise no man would put flowers on his head.

beautiful.

It's different when you get to Wang Yan's place. Everything is grand and grand inside and out. Although it has only been a year and a half, the social atmosphere in the north has begun to change. This is mainly due to the hundreds of thousands of people in the north.

The army pushed all the way, annihilating countless small families, settling countless grievances, and redistributing countless lands. This established the authority of the Wang Dynasty. And Mu Qiang is human nature,

Under the protection of such a powerful force, people are proud of themselves. Naturally, the social atmosphere will change with the atmosphere of the empire.

In fact, life is better and the people are rich. After all, no matter how powerful the empire is, it kills countless foreign barbarians, and as a result, the poor people buy their children, sell their daughters, eat dirt and chew tree bark, it is all in vain. What's more, now Wang Yan is just

The north has just been cleared, and the south is still being divided.

In the past year and a half, the first half of the rebellion was nothing. It was in the running-in period of the new government. In addition, it only had territory in the north, and the annual income that year was only 70 million yuan. Among them, part of the commercial tax station and the agricultural tax station

It is relatively weak, and the rest were copied from homes. As of this year, although the statistics have not been completed, according to the estimated data given by the Ministry of Household Affairs, the annual income has directly reached about 200 million.

The incoming and outgoing amount is less than 5 million yuan.

This year's annual income is complicated because many large landowners' homes have been confiscated and a lot of land has been allocated for farming. Although most of them are taxed at 15 per cent, and although the current grain output is not very high, it still counts.

The land in Liaodong and the North China Plain, except for the area in Beijing, basically accounts for most of the current arable land, and a lot of grain is harvested.

Although farmers have worked hard for a year, they still may not be able to guarantee food and clothing. They can only guarantee that no one will starve to death. But it doesn't matter. After all, the farming time in the north is only so long. The rest of the time is full of life.

Land water conservancy, the repair of the Grand Canal, etc., although they don't provide food, they do pay wages. If you don't want to do it here, you can work for those businessmen. They all have a minimum salary. Whoever dares to deduct it can just pay it.

The fine for breaking up a house. If there is also collusion between government and businessmen, it means confiscating the house for work.

When people have money, they will consume. When they consume, businesses will make money. Then the taxes collected by businesses are not heavy, but they are not low. And now the whole north is full of big construction sites. If you have some brains, your family will have some.

With money, you can make money by recruiting people to dig mountains, cut trees, and bake bricks. The imperial court is not the original imperial court. It has always used money to speak its mind, and corvee labor has been abolished. After such a change, the social situation is good, and business taxes are improving.

Huge income.

The most critical point is that this year we have basically eliminated all kinds of unwilling landlords and gentry in the north. They have worked hard to accumulate wealth for several generations. Only under this situation, there are still as many as 200 million

Annual income.

As for food and so on, it doesn't matter that there is not enough food. First of all, what he cultivates on the land is enough to feed many people. Secondly, he has a sea trade fleet that goes to the South China Sea to trade and purchase spices, grain and other materials. As long as it can sail, the fleet will not bring them.

Stopped. Thirdly, raising pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, etc. has never stopped. Before his rebellion, Shandong and Hebei were big pig-raising provinces, and the output was not low. Fourthly, Xixia did not fight in vain.

There are pastoral areas and land. He changed the tax on livestock so that domestic animals will not be unable to eat meat, but the food will be more precious. Fifth, he opened the trade route to Mongolia via Xixia and did cattle and sheep business with the people there.

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In general, the North under his rule is alive and well. After all, it has only been more than a year. What he can do now is already the best of his ability. And this is more because of Zhao Song

His capital was overdrawn at once. The rest still has to be accumulated over time and taken slowly.

Glancing at his father-in-law who was standing not far away, swaying and dozing, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, swinging the bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. The big sleeves twitched in the air, making a crisp sound, and the emperor's crown was shining.

With the slight movements of his body swaying back and forth, Zhao Ji was so frightened that he suddenly woke up. He looked up at his good son-in-law's smiling eyes, clicked his lips in annoyance, and turned his head away from looking again.

My father-in-law is very comfortable. Even if he comes down and there is no king, he is still the former emperor, and his daughter is also the head of the family whom Wang Yan was marrying. There are countless rare treasures in his family, and no one dares to find them with him.

It's great. In the past year or so, I haven't bothered anymore. I used to practice Taoism, and now I am also cultivating myself. On the contrary, I seem to be more energetic. At least I have to live for another twenty or thirty years.

Wang Yan stepped on a stool and climbed into the luxurious dragon carriage pulled by sixteen horses, and sat down on the dragon chair. The eunuch who was always paying attention to the side looked back and glanced back at the dragon carriage which was already pulled by twelve horses.

The chariot, as well as the princes and princesses were behind, the older ones were walking, and the younger ones were standing there in a decent manner. The officials on both sides were also ready. They flicked their whisks and shouted loudly: "Let's drive!"

As the voice of the great eunuch spread, it was carried by the voices of other eunuchs, and soon reached the front of the team. Immediately afterwards, the door of Yingtianmen was slowly opened by powerful men, and the rising sun of winter fell in the doorway.

The light shines on Wu Song, who is wearing dark gold armor. He is holding the newly designated national flag and has a long sword hanging from his waist, looking majestic. Behind him, there are thousands of people densely packed, standing still in a strict formation. Among them are

Hundreds of people held various flags, including military flags, auspicious animals, the Five Elements, and rivers and mountains.

After Wu Song pacified Shandong, he brought his soldiers and horses who had been trained for many years to Beijing. The originally reorganized Beijing Camp Forbidden Army was stationed in Shandong. His troops were reorganized and became the Yulin Guard to guard the imperial capital. Wu Song served as Yu

The commander of Lin Wei was given the title of General Yu Lin with his military number.

Although it sounds like he is a general with a miscellaneous title, including the six guards in Liaodong, there are only ten organized armies now. Even if there are thirty or forty in the future, such a title will not be a general with a miscellaneous title.

, not to mention that the Yulin Guards were part of the imperial garrison and were very impressive. Moreover, in order to show their respect for Conglong’s meritorious service, he was given to a Qinghe County Duke, unlike the Yanggu County man that Zhao Ji gave him previously.

Wu Song was a serious founding father. It was just that he did not have a fiefdom and had only an empty title of honor, but he was also very valuable.

"Let's go together... let's go!"

Wu Song shouted, echoing in the doorway, and then stepped out. The team behind him was uniform and followed closely. The pace and stride length were roughly the same. Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron rustling through the armor leaves, a long

The team exited the Yingtian Gate and the Zhuque Gate in the outer city of the palace, which had been open for a long time. This was later modified and named after the four gods, corresponding to the four directions, east, west, north, and south.

Exiting the Zhuque Gate is the Zhuque Bridge that connects both sides of the Luoshui River. Beyond the Zhuque Bridge, on the same axis as the Zhuque Gate, Yingtian Gate, and Wanxiang Shrine, is the Zhuque Street. It is 95 meters wide and 9 meters long.

One hundred and fifty meters, paved with large pieces of thick bluestone. This material is certainly not worthy of the status of this long street, but the production efficiency of the specially made gold bricks is too low, and the buildings in the palace are not supplied with it.

, so we can only deal with it like this first, and then change it later.

At this moment, on Zhuque Street, five steps away was a fully armed Yulin Guard, extending to the end of Zhuque Street. Behind them, it was lively, and there were the people in the city who got up early to watch the excitement.

After receiving the notice, the people can read it as they please without having to kowtow and kneel down.

When Wu Song crossed the Zhuque Bridge and stepped on the Zhuque Street, he shouted "Goose-step", then vigorously threw the national flag in front of him with both hands, holding it up, and walked forward with a staggering step.

Such actions are familiar to the common people. They have seen the palace guards change their defenses, but the number of people there was too small. It was the first time they saw thousands of people working together like today, holding flags in front and banging knives behind.

With a smile on his lips, Wang Yan looked at the stunned people on both sides of the street in the drafty dragon. Now these people in front are all the elites of the army and the killers on the front line. Now they are forming a formation together, with murderous intent.

Needless to say how majestic and majestic Teng Teng is.

At the end of Zhuque Street is the Sheji Altar and the Taimiao Temple, which took more than a year to build. The Sheji Altar is in the west and the Taimiao Temple is in the east. Of course, the building faces north and south, but there is no wall outside, so they are so brightly lit there.

This place was also circled by the Habayashi Guards, keeping out the people who were watching the emperor's enthronement.

In the middle of the two buildings, at the end of Zhuque Street, there was a three-level platform. Wu Song stopped in front of the platform, standing squarely on the platform. The flag-carrying soldiers behind him trotted to the left and right, standing in awe.

Under the leadership of the ministers, Wang Yan took his wife, children and hundreds of officials to the center of the altar of sacrifice. The ministers held the imperial edict and read the sacrificial text loudly. Wang Yan then burned it and sent it to heaven and earth, and then personally offered incense.

After offering sacrifices to heaven and earth at the Sheji Altar, he turned around and walked towards the Ancestral Temple, again verbosely offering sacrifices to distant ancestors and recent ancestors. Distant ancestors are easy to say, they are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, but recent ancestors are different. Wang Yan looked at the names of his eighteen generations of ancestors on the tablet,

I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth, and finally became a dutiful son.

There was no way, unlike that time in the Ming Dynasty, he was a beggar and couldn't catch up, so he didn't set up a recent ancestor's sign. This time it didn't work, his Wang family was a big family in Yanggu, and his ancestors had accumulated it. The other ancestors didn't know, anyway, his grandfather's

He knew the names, they were all the same, not to mention his parents. Maybe, the arrangement this time might really be the ancestor of his Wang family. Of course, it is also possible that Shuoyuan's civil servants only checked a few generations.

, and further up were the officials who forcibly installed them.

Anyway, the old couple lived well in the real world and were waiting for him to give birth to a son. But in the end, he didn't run away and put up a sign first.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with setting up a sign. After all, he is always an orphan in the world of film and television, but his parents' graves are there, but he doesn't go to visit them. But this time, he made a big deal, and they all ended up in the Ancestral Temple.

, this is a place where you have to offer sacrifices no matter what happens...

After offering sacrifices to the Ancestral Temple, Wang Yan and others came to the platform in the middle. The band was already in place, with drums, flutes, xuns, shengs, and pipas. The song they were playing was a vast and heavy, yet full of murderous and domineering song.

Music. The accompanying words are not long, with two parts: the upper part and the lower part. The upper part is about boasting about the glory of China, and the words are beautiful. The lower part is about defending the glory to the death, and every word is sonorous.

As the singing sounded, Wu Song raised the national flag on the flagpole. Wang Yan, his wife and children, and the officials behind him all lowered their left hands, made a fist with their right hand, placed it horizontally in front of their chest, and turned their backs to the sky. Soldiers,

When the music started playing, he pulled out the long knife from his waist and pointed it diagonally towards the sky.

Such a coronation ceremony, which is somewhat inconsistent with current etiquette, was of course created by Wang Yan. The sense of ritual is the most effective way to increase the sense of belonging and honor.

He is a man of words and can make decisions directly, which makes it miserable for those who work below, especially the Ministry of Etiquette, who is responsible for the Five Rites. Although the Kong family has been settled long ago, and most of the children are building roads in Shandong to give back to their neighbors, but now they still do things

We must follow various rituals and laws. And the rituals and laws are all inherited. Although they have evolved many times, they always have allusions. On the one hand, it is Confucian orthodoxy, and on the other hand, it also means that the Chinese inheritance is endless. Therefore, the Ministry of Rites is a master of the classics. I think

If you want to find the source of etiquette, if it doesn’t exist then create it...

This is the advantage of having the right to speak, whatever you say is right...

Wang Yan had nothing to say. After all, it was still Confucianism and his education had not yet begun. He could wait for a century-old plan.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the enthronement is over. The only thing left is to go back and read out the imperial edict of the founding of the country. On the way back, I didn’t ride the dragon. I just put my hands behind my back and smiled happily with the people on both sides of the road who shouted long live the mountain.

He would wave his hands and say a few words to them at close range to show his closeness to the people.

Just like that, Wang Yan and others walked back to Ziwei Palace amid the cheers of the people.

Someone has already hung a huge national flag on the city gate of Zhuque Gate, and the other three city gates are also in sync. On the city wall, there are the existing army flags with writing on one side and totems on the other. Overall,

, it is quite harmonious.

In the Wanxiang Palace, many large tables have long been filled. This place is big enough to accommodate so many people eating together at the same time. Therefore, Wang Yan did not care about the rules and regulations and directly set them in the palace of the highest power.

It’s time for a banquet.

There was another lengthy announcement of various appointments. After the canonization, Wang Yan stood on the high platform and waved his hand: "Everyone, win!"

After speaking, he took a few symbolic bites, and then went back to the harem to eat with his wife and children. After all, he was here, and the whole group of people couldn't eat well.

This time, when the emperor became emperor, he did not wait to unify the north and the south. It was really because they couldn't do it. They couldn't stop it at all. Even the people in the south knew it. Those people in the south knew everything about the situation here. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and wiped out all the dissatisfaction in the north.

The landowners didn't even stir up a wave, and even with hundreds of thousands of troops, they didn't think they could compete.
To be continued...