After Li Lin finished speaking, there was silence in the room.
A total of 3.4 million taels.
After a long while, Zhao Li said in a deep voice: "Salt and iron control the goods of the mountains and rivers in the world, the gates, rivers and canals, and the military affairs. They are used to benefit the country, but they are not able to benefit the country. They only benefit the King of Yan and the Zhang family.
I didn’t expect that the imperial court had become so corrupt.”
After saying that, he sighed heavily: "Except for Yantie, Duzhi, and all households are probably under the control of the Zhang family, the Zhang family has been in power for twenty years. It would be difficult for the King of Jin to uproot him."
Half of the people in the imperial court have the surname Zhang, and the anti-Zhang faction who are not surnamed Zhang are often suppressed. The King of Jin wants to find his own path in this chaos, and let people who really care about the country follow him.
The steps are difficult.
Li Lin put on his hat, stood up, dusted his clothes and said, "I'm leaving."
Zhao Li didn't stand up to see him off. Li Lin's words were too heavy and he couldn't move: "I won't send him off."
Li Lin looked back at him: "If something happens to me..."
Zhao Lidao: "I will take care of your mother until she is old."
Li Lin laughed, strode out, walked all the way to Da Nei to plead guilty, and waited at home for news from Zezhou. Two days later, news from Zezhou's smelting field finally came.
When the inspection team dug up corpses in the smelting yard, they found a large amount of unburned sulfur and saltpeter, which were distributed throughout the smelting yard. They also unearthed a small piece of cotton thread.
The explosion in the metallurgical field was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster targeting the King of Jin.
Fortunately, King Jin Fu was lucky and was not killed in the explosion. He and Magistrate Xu were knocked unconscious by rocks. They only woke up now, and it was Xie Changshi who found them.
No one cares whether King Jin is really comatose or fake. In short, the entire Hedong Road is involved.
Wang Zhizhou didn't realize what Xie Chuan was waiting for until he got into the prison car.
He was just waiting for the Dengwen drum in Kyoto to sound and for the sulfur and other materials to be buried. A man-made explosion killed more than 400 people in the smelting yard.
.
But he wasn't too panicked yet, because he had a backer, and when he got to Kyoto, he would just punish himself with three glasses of wine.
The King of Jin did not care about what was going on in Kyoto. He knew that Li Lin's resignation was confirmed, and the position of deputy salt and iron envoy was going to blow people's minds. It would be up to him to see who was better.
At this time, he was sitting in Guanyi recovering from his injuries. The injuries healed slowly and the pain was still there, but he couldn't feel it at all.
Happiness filled his body, overflowing from his eyes and the corners of his mouth. The snow and light outside were all so brilliant, falling in freely through the paned windows made of Korean paper, covering Song Huiyue's body.
Song Huiyue was sitting on a small bench weaving reed leaves.
Prince Jin stared at her intently, watching the snow light wrap around her body. Her body was so light and nimble, as if it could be blown away by the wind.
Song Huiyue nodded when her brain was slow. She didn't feel anything bad about it, but King Jin was a little scared. He was just happy at the time. Looking back later, he felt that he was taking advantage of others and was afraid of Song Huiyue.
When you are completely sober, you will turn your face and disown others.
Fortunately, after Song Huiyue regained consciousness, she was neither shy nor regretful, as calm as if she had promised it thousands of times in her heart.
She wove grasshoppers out of dry reed leaves. After braiding them, she put them down and stood up lamely.
King Jin stood up quickly, helped her sit in a chair, smiled at her, and gave her a cup of hot tea: "Salty."
Song Huiyue smiled and said, "Why didn't you go to the smelting field today?"
Prince Jin was dumbfounded like a silly boy, looking intently at Song Huiyue's hand holding the teacup: "I'm afraid."
He was afraid that as soon as he went to the smelting field, Song Huiyue would float back to Kyoto, return to the arms of Mrs. Song, hide and never see him again.
Xie Zhou walked to the door and saw King Jin looking so miserable and stupid. He immediately turned around and walked all the way to the door, where he and Yin Xiao stood on either side to blow the cold wind.
Guanyi has undergone earth-shaking changes since the Jin Dynasty moved in. There are two rows of guards standing outside the gate, standing along the road. Everyone is holding a long sword and has a serious face. Guanyi, which was almost in ruins, has also been repaired and is now a destination.
Already.
Huang Ting came in with a pot of frozen pears. Seeing these two people poking at the door like door gods, he was very puzzled and asked Xie Zhou: "Master Eight, don't you have something to see the prince? Why are you standing here?"
Xie Zhou sighed and covered his eyes: "I think it would be better if I were blind."
Then he put his hand down again: "My eyes hurt."
Huang Ting looked at Yin Xiao: "Why are you standing here?"
Yin Xiao said nothing.
Xie Zhou answered on behalf of Yin Xiao: "The eldest lady has a new love and abandons the old love. He is sad."
As soon as he finished speaking, he received cold looks from Yin Xiao and Huang Ting.
It was hard to stare back after receiving a cold look. After all, he was the one with the bad mouth, so he reached out and took out a frozen pear. Seeing that it was not slowing down, he put it back and pushed Huang Ting to the kitchen: "Wait for the pear to thaw.
Come again."
In the room, Song Huiyue's small and soft palm covered the back of Prince Jin's hand.
King Jin raised his eyes and saw Song Huiyue's big black eyes shining in the sky, and the black eyeballs were like two shining gems.
"My lord, don't be afraid."
Prince Jin flipped his wrist, held her hand, and sat down next to her: "Yes, I'm not afraid,"
While he was talking, he couldn't help but look at Song Huiyue, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
Song Huiyue raised the corners of her mouth, giving off a free and easy air. However, when she wasn't smiling, her eyebrows took over and became darker and darker. It was an extremely dark world. An occasional glance at someone like this could make people...
Be still to the end.
"The smelting field is still being dug today, and funerals are being held everywhere." King Jin whispered.
Song Huiyue asked: "Has the pension money been paid?"
King Jin shook his head: "Zezhou is not a wealthy place to begin with. There is more wasteland than cultivated land. Several county magistrates are very poor. The prefects and prefects do have money, but they all put it into their own pockets."
"It's better to just do what we did in Tanzhou," Song Huiyue thought for a moment, "and ask the transportation department to provide the money. Doesn't the transportation department keep the money for sending envoys?"
"You are just like us. Xie Chuan has already led Xu Laiyu and several poor county magistrates to go to the Transportation Department to ask for money." King Jin laughed again, thinking that the two of them had a common understanding and thought of going together.
As for Xie Chuan, who was the first to seek money from transshippers, he had forgotten about it.
After the two chatted, Song Huiyue went out to hunt birds.
It happened that Feng Wei, the new magistrate of Zezhou, came to see the King of Jin. He stepped through the door and saw a servant in Tsing Yi standing at the third door on the left. He strode over. When he was still about ten steps away from the house,
Suddenly he stood still.
As a forty-year-old middle-aged man with strong curiosity, Feng Wei wanted to find out more about King Jin himself. When he saw the situation in the room, his curiosity became even more uncontrollable, and he simply stood there and watched.
Standing in the room was a slender woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, her head lowered quietly, holding a wooden staff in one hand and a slingshot in the other. King Jin bent down and tied a soap-colored cloak on her.