Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 199
The speed of the figure was so fast that everyone was taken aback.

Zhao Dezhao held a bowl in one hand and a fan in the other. He had no time to draw his sword, so he had to turn his body sideways and block Zhao Kuangyin desperately.

The figure was empty-handed, snatched the porridge bowl from Zhao Dezhao's hand, put it to his mouth to drink water, and drank up the whole bowl of tender rice porridge.

Then he grabbed the spoon and ate the porridge pot, spoon by spoonful.

Although it was still a little hot, he didn't care, he devoured it like a reincarnated starving ghost.

All the guards drew their swords and swords in unison, and surrounded him with shouts and shouts.

Zhao Dezhao was the closest, with sharp eyes, so he recognized him at a glance. Isn't this the ogre king Jixun who called Qu in the hall a few days ago?

"Wang Jixun! Why did you appear here?"

At this moment, a few people dressed as doctors in the distance ran over panting.

"Wang Jixun, where are you going! Follow us back to Tai Hospital."

Wang Jixun ate half of the pot in the blink of an eye, dropped the spoon, and shouted, "Enjoy it! Enjoy it! It's worth dying right now."

As he spoke, he tilted his head to the ground and refused to get up again.

The people from the imperial hospital saw that Zhao Kuangyin, Jin Wang, Qi Wang and others were all gathered here.

At that time, they were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, forgive me! I deserve to die for my crimes. I didn't know that Your Majesty was here..."

Zhao Kuangyin said angrily, "What's going on! Why did Wang Jixun come here?"

It turned out that the last time he went to the palace, Wang Jixun pretended to faint and was sent to the Imperial Hospital.

The imperial physicians saw that he was obese but kept saying that he was hungry, thinking that he had eaten too much to stretch his stomach, so they prescribed a lot of boiled soups for him to lose weight.

As for food, there was not a single bite.

After a few days, Wang Jixun's eyes turned blue from hunger. He wanted serious meals, but the imperial doctor didn't care about that, and ordered hard-drinking medicinal soup.

This morning Wang Jixun couldn't stand it anymore and ran out looking for an opportunity. Unexpectedly, he met Zhao Kuangyin head-on.

Zhao Kuangyin said with a black face, "De Zhao! Send him back to the Imperial Grain Station and continue farming."

Zhao Dezhao waved his hand, and Jiang An hurriedly escorted Wang Jixun back.

Seeing this, the ministers wanted to disperse separately.

The Zhao family father and son looked at each other and both thought, this is not possible. It would be a waste to let you go back on such a good day and such a good opportunity like this.

"My lords! This Guanjia Palace is too small. Is there any smoke from the fireworks? How about I invite you to go to my Imperial Food Store?"

As soon as Zhao Dezhao finished speaking, Zhao Kuangyin didn't wait for the ministers to be polite, and immediately said, "Very good! I haven't tasted this tender rice porridge yet, why don't we all go to the imperial grain store, cook a big pot, and give each person a bowl to taste it?" Fresh! How about it?”

The emperor asked what was going on. It was to give you face. If anyone dared to say no, they all nodded immediately.

Fortunately, today is not a court meeting, and everyone is in plain clothes, otherwise this battle will definitely alarm the people.

So everyone left the palace one after another and came to the imperial grain store in the west of the city.

Wang Zixing is now a third-rank tax official, and his official position is not low. He joked among the crowd that His Royal Highness King Qi used to use a large horse ladle to water the field for composting.

He didn't say anything, but when he mentioned manure composting, many civil servants felt disgusted in their hearts.

But Zhao Kuangyin didn't speak, who dared to turn around.

There were ready-made chairs here. Zhao Dezhao invited his father to sit down, and asked the ministers to supervise picking a lot of tender rice and cooking it in a big pot.

Soon, the fragrance of tender rice came out again.

All the ministers either sat on the small wooden pier, half squatted, or stood directly, and no one brought a bowl of porridge.

Among the crowd, Zhao Kuangyin gathered together the porridge bowls with a big smile, and said loudly, "My son has made a great contribution this time! After this crop of rice is harvested, it will soon be able to plant another crop. Two seasons a year, my Song Dynasty From then on, the army and the people will never be short of food!"

All the veterans shouted, especially the military generals, it was rare to see the Holy Majesty raising his arms in the wild again, and the officials echoed.

Everyone seems to have returned to the war years of more than ten years ago, when gold and iron horses fought against the world.

So while drinking the porridge, we sighed endlessly.

"King Qi really contributed a lot this time!"

"The people of the Song Dynasty all depended on King Hongfu of Qi!"

After blowing rainbow farts for a while, someone was surprised to find that the villa in the distance looked a little different.

It spread to ten, and soon everyone noticed.

Zhao Dezhao smiled and said, "These villages have all been transformed by me! If you are interested, why not go and visit them."

Zhao Kuangyin was also a little interested, so he slowly walked into the village under the leadership of Jiang An.

Once at the entrance of the village, you can see the difference.

I saw that the inside and outside of the village looked very clean. Obviously, the road was paved with loess, poured with water, and trampled on carefully. It was clean and flat.

The exterior walls and houses of every family are newly painted with white ash.

The village road is straight and there is no private building in the village. It looks very neat.

Although the village is not big, it is well-equipped with a grocery store, an oil shop, a tofu shop, a tavern, a well, and a tailor shop...

This is not a village, it is simply a small town.It's not much better than the city.

All the ministers were amazed.

"King Qi said this is the village he renovated? It really looks good."

"It's not just good, it's simply very good."

……

"It looks very comfortable here, but I don't know if it's being used as a front job by the superiors."

This is what Zhao Guangyi said.

Zhao Dezhao obviously expected that one day everyone would come here to play, so he gave orders in advance to let everyone cheat, just for the sake of looking good.

Recently, every time Zhao Guangyi spoke, Zhao Kuangyin was not very willing to listen.Because he said he was not happy.

But Zhao Kuangyin listened to this sentence.

He also thought the same as Zhao Guangyi, thinking that Zhao Dezhao did fake tricks to show his merits.

So his face darkened and he was very unhappy.

One of Ma Zhi's subordinates, Liang Kan, a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, knew that Ma Zhi was from Zhao Dezhao's camp. In order to please Ma Zhi, he deliberately said,
"King Qi has done a great job in transforming it! He transformed a small village into something like a town. It seems to be the work of King Qi, but it is actually the merit of His Majesty!"

Yan Shaole, the minister of official affairs, also gave some compliments.

"Your Majesty's merits are immeasurable, making the world peaceful, and this small village is governed by King Qi..."

"Enough! Fake appearances make me sick!"

Zhao Kuangyin yelled sharply, and the two of them trembled in fright.

Zhao Kuangyin also took a deep look at Zhao Dezhao, showing full of displeasure.

"False, whitewash the peace! I don't know it! Today is a good day, I just don't want to say it."

Zhao Guangyi smiled and said nothing, thinking to himself, nephew, you are still very young, and the deception is so obvious, no wonder the emperor can see it at a glance.

Zhao Dezhao was taken aback for a moment, knowing that his father said this to himself.

Since he misunderstood that he was cheating, why not let him go in and get a deeper understanding.

(End of this chapter)