Of course, this idea was also given to him by Feng Yuheng.
Because there are many rich people in the society, but in Beijing, you can't buy a big house just because you have money. In Beijing, people don't care about how much money you have, but how high your official position is. No matter how much money you have, you are not as capable as a small official. Do you want to live in a good location or buy a large piece of land? Sorry, no!
The land in the capital had long been monopolized by the royal family. The mansions of officials were all granted by the royal family. There were so many officials! If this was divided, all the good places would be gone. Although Zong Sui also followed the example of Dashun and emphasized that the east was rich, the west was noble, the south was humble, and the north was poor, but because the place was small, some wealthy people doing business in the capital wanted to buy a house and live there, so they didn't care about the east, south, west, and north. As long as they could buy a piece of vacant land or an empty house, what did it matter? As long as they had a place to live, it was fine!
But in the end, everyone wants to live in a better place, and they can only live in a place that they can barely buy. Once there is a better place, they will certainly not hesitate to exchange it for huge amounts of gold and silver.
Feng Yuheng had been treating patients these days and had come into contact with many people. In just two or three days, she had figured out the minds of those wealthy people. So she gave Xuan Tianming an idea: all the empty houses should be auctioned off, and part of the money would be used for the construction of Baicao Hall and Baicao Medical College, and the other part would be used to help the poor people.
At the same time, Xuan Tianming also told all the people in Beijing that such a policy should not only apply to Suicheng, but also spread to other cities with Suicheng as the center. With the fall of the Sui Dynasty, there are too many government affairs that need to be rectified, and too many officials are facing investigation. I believe there will be many empty houses in the future, and the good things and silver in the officials' homes will be collected into the national treasury for national construction, and the other part will be used to build Baicao Hall and help the poor. As for the Baicao Medical College, it will only be set up in Suicheng and Dashun's capital. All those who are interested in this direction can go to these two places for examination and admission.
The expansion of Dashun's government affairs proceeded quickly and effectively, and the people of Zong Sui were very cooperative. This was also due to the good policies of Dashun and the practical benefits that Baicaotang showed to the people.
Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng stayed here for more than a month since they conquered Sui City. Finally, on the evening of the moon when Feng Yuheng was seventeen years old, the affairs of the Eastern Realm gradually became smooth. She said to Xuan Tianming, "Seventh brother's revenge has been avenged, and the affairs of Zong Sui have been taken care of. My husband, I want to go back, and grandpa is still waiting for me." When she said this, she looked lonely, as if she no longer belonged to this world, and her thoughts drifted away, and no one knew where they went.
Xuan Tianming held his little wife in his arms lovingly. From the time she was twelve to the time she was seventeen, five years had passed in the blink of an eye, but he had not been able to let her live a peaceful and tranquil day. As a husband, he was unworthy of his actions.
"Okay." Xuan Tianming said, "Let's go back. I'll go back with you. Li Jian will be executed tomorrow, and we'll return to the capital the day after tomorrow. I've said it before, taking down Zong Sui is the last thing I'll do for Dashun. From now on, let's live in a different way."
The next day, Li Jian was executed outside the Meridian Gate in the eyes of all the people in the capital of the Sui Dynasty. The next day, Xuan Tianming left Qian Li He Gan and all the Dashun soldiers who followed him to guard the new territory temporarily, and he took his wife, Bai Ze, and Wang Chuan Huang Quan on the carriage back to Dashun. Next to their carriage, there was also a prisoner carriage, and in the prisoner carriage was Duanmu Anguo who had lost both arms.
Feng Yuheng sat in the carriage with the curtains of the windows lifted. The cool and refreshing autumn weather did not make her feel happy at all. She had lost too much on this trip to Zong Sui.
With a thought, she pulled out a ceramic jar from her space. It contained Feng Zhaolian's ashes, which she had been storing in her space for the sake of portability and safety. At this moment, she looked out the window at Duanmu Anguo, and the resentment in her heart surged again. The jar in her hand seemed to have life, allowing her to feel the overwhelming hatred from the owner of the ashes.
"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." She said gently to Feng Zhaolian's ashes, "Medicine man? I am the ancestor of medicine, Feng Zhaolian, if you know about this in the afterlife, just watch how I make that old thief Duanmu the most successful medicine man in the world, and then watch how he can neither live nor die in my hands. I will help you get back all the pain you have endured in the past from that old thief double. And Seventh Brother..." Her mind probed into the space again, and when she saw Xuan Tianhua sleeping with his eyes closed in the operating room, her emotions fluctuated involuntarily.
Xuan Tianming was holding her shoulders and whispering, "Don't think about it anymore. Just do it step by step. Even if we skin that old thief alive, it won't ease the hatred in our hearts. Let him live and let him bear all the sufferings in this world. He must not die until the seventh brother wakes up."
"Yes." Feng Yuheng also retracted his thoughts, "I will leave his life to Seventh Brother to take it personally."
The curtain was lowered, and the urn was put back into space. Wangchuan Huangquan watched a urn appear and disappear strangely without blinking. Five years have passed, and many things have long been accustomed to them. They are Feng Yuheng's most loyal servants, her best partners, and at the same time, they will be the loyal guardians of all her secrets.
At the other end of the prisoner car, Duanmu Anguo's shrill voice shouted, "Feng Yuheng, you little bitch, what on earth did you feed me? What on earth did you feed me?" Why was a certain part of his body shrinking day by day? In the more than one month since he fell into Feng Yuheng's hands, that thing had shrunk to the point where it was less than the thickness and length of a little finger. It was too scary. What on earth was Feng Yuheng going to do?
Feng Yuheng did not answer, but Bai Ze, the driver, told him: "Don't you understand? Then think about what you have done. Whatever you did, we did the same."
One sentence plunged Duanmu Anguo into hellish despair...
In the capital of Dashun, the hottest topic for more than a month was that the seventh prince Xuan Tianhua was killed in a bomb outside the Tongcheng Gate of Zong Sui. This topic was more popular than the return of the eighth prince and became the first topic of conversation after people opened their eyes every day.
If we say that the women in Zong Sui Kyoto have reached a crazy level of admiration for Xuan Tianhua, then in Dashun Kyoto, the affection people have for Xuan Tianhua is ten or a hundred times that of the women in Zong Sui. Moreover, regardless of gender, age or young, everyone is a super fan of Xuan Tianhua without exception.
They always believed that Xuan Tianhua was a true god, and that Xuan Tianhua would never die or get hurt. As long as Xuan Tianhua was there, the way of heaven, the sun, and the air were there. Xuan Tianhua represented everything beautiful, quiet, elegant, and otherworldly... Too many adjectives could not express the status of Xuan Tianhua in people's minds. But suddenly one day, the god in their hearts died. It felt like their faith suddenly collapsed, so that when the news came, no one would believe it. People thought it was a lie, because even if the sky fell, Xuan Tianhua would not die.
However, after such a long time, people finally couldn't hold back any longer. When the news of Xuan Tianhua's death came from all directions, and even the officials of Dashun could no longer deny it, they realized that it was better for the gods to die. The gods they had always supported suddenly left them, and the feeling of being abandoned was even more painful than losing their lives.
A huge grief spread throughout the capital, which was countless times stronger than the death of Yao Xian. People spontaneously flocked to the gate of Prince Chun's mansion to inquire about the situation, but the people in Prince Chun's mansion closed the door and did not give any accurate information. No matter how anxious they were, there was nothing they could do.
Later, someone said that he saw a servant from Prince Chun's mansion going out to buy something, and secretly wiping tears while walking on the road.
As a result, the news that the Seventh Prince Xuan Tianhua had passed away was confirmed, and people were immersed in great grief all day long, including all officials in Beijing, and even the General Pingnan Mansion, the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Prince Wenxuan Mansion were trapped in such emotions and could not extricate themselves. After all, Xuan Tianhua was such an extraordinary existence!
But the people in the capital city were suffering. They were different from the people in Zong Sui. They also wanted to avenge Xuan Tianhua, but they were too far away and had nowhere to avenge. Moreover, Zong Sui was gone. Zong Sui's capital had become the Sui Dynasty of Dashun. The emperor had been beheaded. Who could they avenge?
The government posted a notice announcing the good news that Dashun had conquered Sui, but what kind of good news was that? The people who posted the notice were all wiping their tears, and when they mentioned the seventh prince, they all wanted to sit on the ground and cry loudly.
The people of the entire capital spontaneously wore white mourning clothes, and the women even wore white flowers on their hair, just to comfort the spirit of Xuan Tianhua who had passed away too early. The people were no longer happy and cheerful, and the question of whether the Eighth Prince would return or not no longer interested everyone. The people who had been divided into two factions because of the Eighth Prince's issue had seamlessly merged again, and they said "my condolences" to each other, and had long forgotten about whether he was the Eighth Prince or not.
The common people were like this, not to mention those who had had contact with Xuan Tianhua. The first and second princes did not believe that their seventh brother was dead. Including the fourth and fifth princes who had already returned to the capital, the four of them ran to Xuan Tianfeng and forced him to tell the truth about Zong Sui's situation. How did the seventh brother die?
Xuan Tianfeng also wanted to tell them that all this was fake, but the fact was, the news sent back to him by Xuan Tianming Feng Yuheng was that Old Seven was indeed killed by a minefield outside Tongcheng, and that mine was laid by Duanmu Anguo.
He couldn't give his brothers any good news. Xuan Tianfeng thought, this was probably the most powerless and desperate moment in his life, right? The scene of the three of them sitting around to discuss the battle of Zong Sui seemed like it was just yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, Zong Sui was gone, and his seventh brother was gone too...
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