The Corrupt Emperor of Great Song Dynasty

Transmigrated to the Great Song Dynasty, I became Emperor Qinzong, Zhao Huan. I flogged the buttocks of civil officials with staffs and punished military generals with planks. I selected beauties t...

Chapter 154: Not Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence

Zhao Huan smiled and said, "This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters. Let's go sightseeing."

Meng Gu was unhappy: "I, the prefect of Kaifeng, still have a lot of things to deal with. You guys can have fun if you want. I'm going back first."

"You dare." Zhao Huan stopped him and said, "Youwei, if this old man dares to come down the mountain, you will spank him when we get back."

Cao Dongsheng was a little at a loss. After leaving the capital, there was no longer any barrier between the emperor and his subjects, and the few of them felt much more relaxed.

"I haven't come out to relax for a long time. You can accompany me to climb the mountain, and we can have a chat as king and subject." After saying this, Zhao Huan walked up the mountain without looking back.

Li Gang and the others looked at each other, and although they were extremely reluctant, they had no choice but to follow, shaking their heads.

"Li Gang, what do you think the world needs most today?" Zhao Huan asked.

Li Gang quickly followed and said, "What the world needs most today is a wise ruler who can govern the country."

"Don't ask me, what I'm asking is what the people need most."

"What the people need most is to have enough food and warm clothing." Meng Gurao suddenly interrupted.

"Yes," Zhao Huan nodded: "I understand."

He Li sighed, "They don't realize that even having enough to eat is a luxury for the common people. Taxes are heavy, and there are natural disasters and man-made disasters. Add to that the corrupt officials' extortion and the poor land, and the meager harvest. As the saying goes, when a country prospers, the people suffer. When it perishes, the people suffer."

"How much does the people earn per acre of wheat?" Zhao Huan suddenly asked.

Meng Gu Rao replied: "The wheat is less than one dan."

Zhao Huan frowned: "So little?"

"This is the yield from fertile land. The yield from poor land is even scarcer."

As they were talking, the five of them arrived at the foot of the mountain.

There is a large flat area in the middle of the mountainside, and there is a small house in the middle of the flat area.

Next to the hut, an old man with a towel wrapped around his head was tidying up the land, turning it carefully with a rake.

Li Gang and others were stunned when they saw his back. The old man straightened up and wiped the sweat off his head with a towel. He turned around and found Zhao Huan and others.

He Li shouted: "Master Chen!"