Imperial City, Zhangjia courtyard.


    This was the former residence of emperor Shi. After the death of emperor Shi, Zhang Zhengguo took care of it all the time.


    After learning that Zhang Xian entered the city, Zhang Zhengguo invited Zhang Xian and his party here.


    Although in the Imperial City, it is not in the noisy downtown.


    The courtyard is spacious and comfortable, the house is simple and simple, the green bamboo is lush, and the stones are stacked one after another.


    Although it is not as broad as the zhangjias in Qingzhou, it also appears quiet and chic.


    Zhang Xian sat in front of the table and drank tea, listening to the bachelor''s report on the situation in the city.


    When the door opened, Zhang Zhengguo looked worried. He hurried in and saluted old Zhang in front of the table.


    "Master, the students are late."


    Zhang Xian waved his hand slightly and motioned Zhang Zhengguo to get up.


    With a touch of fear, Zhang Zhengguo said cautiously.


    "Master, your majesty has ordered that the local tax on grain in Qingzhou will be postponed for two years. Those people with little surplus grain will not be hungry this year."


    Zhang Xian''s face was kind and said.


    "I know this."


    Zhang Zhengguo''s face showed a happy look and said.


    "Was the master satisfied with this holy intention?"


    Hearing the inquiry, the kindness on Zhang Xian''s face gradually dissipated, and his face gradually became serious and dignified.


    "My coming here represents not only the great Confucian family, but also thousands of people in Qingzhou."


    "I''m tired all the way. I won''t talk about it first. Why did we wait until we arrived in Chang''an to postpone the payment of tax and grain?"


    While talking, Zhang Xian leaned forward and said.


    "The disaster in Qingzhou is not serious, and the poor people still have surplus food, which is no big problem."


    "If there were no surplus food to support me, how many people would die of famine in a month and a half? Did he calculate it in the Tang Dynasty?"


    "Is it even an explanation to the people of Qingzhou to postpone the payment of tax and grain?"


    Zhang Zhengguo waved and said.


    "Master, Qingzhou famine was originally a matter under the pressure of the governor of Qingzhou, and it was not reported in advance."


    "The governor of Qingzhou wanted to share his worries for his majesty, so he just lobbied big families. The government borrowed money to fill in the vacancy of tax and grain, but the chaotang didn''t know."


    "Please also learn from the master."


    Obviously, Zhang Xian didn''t know the news.


    Looking around, Zhang Xian''s old face turned white and red.


    So, I''m a little reckless.


    But in the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Xian found something strange. His face suddenly changed and said.


    "Such a move of gouging out meat and mending wounds is also the act of the court officials?"


    "Take the lives of poor people as a trifle! It''s ridiculous! It''s ridiculous!"


    The look on Zhang Zhengguo''s face immediately suffocated. Unexpectedly, telling the truth made the matter more serious.


    But in the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Zhengguo figured it out.


    My teacher is the head of a great scholar. It seems that my teacher is reckless and abrupt to expose the matter so directly.


    The reason for finding such a reason is just to save face.


    The confused thoughts became particularly clear with Zhang Zhengguo''s understanding of the matter. After a moment of meditation, Zhang Zhengguo came to the national highway.


    "Master, since your majesty ascended the throne, he has devoted himself to the interests of all the people and made great efforts to rule the country. Only then can Zhenguan flourish."


    "A generation of Kings also manage all kinds of opportunities every day, and there is no wind of extravagance and debauchery. On this point alone, they can be called a Mingjun."


    "It''s just that the dispute over imperial power in all dynasties will inevitably lead to a bloody storm. Why should you mention the old things again?"


    Zhang Xian did not say much, Zhang Zhengguo added.


    "Now the world is initially settled, and the reform of ploughing and irrigation is the development period of agriculture and mulberry."


    "If you mention the past again at this time, it will not be of any benefit to the people of Datang!"


    "Please think it over again and focus on the overall situation of the world."


    After that, Zhang Zhengguo bowed down and worshipped.


    Zhang Xian looked at Zhang Zhengguo, looked embarrassed and waved.


    "All right, get up."


    "I can''t afford such a big gift."


    After that, Zhang Xian sighed and said.


    "I can''t stand this tone. I have to wait for me to toss this old bone to Chang''an before I give an explanation about Qingzhou."


    Speaking of Chang''an, Zhang Xian seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly became serious.


    His fingers banged on the wooden table, and his serious color gradually turned into indignation.


    "Chang''an, look at today''s Chang''an, what Chang''an courtiers have become!"


    "Noble Marquis, Royal armor, who lives in a second-class higher vocational college, but... He sells things from his daughter''s house in Chang''an! What a system!"


    Zhang Zhengguo turned pale, hung his head and whispered.


    "As the old saying goes, a gentleman loves money in a right way. That''s... that''s right..."


    Hearing the retort, Zhang XianMei wrinkled his head, knocked on the table more loudly and scolded.


    "Confucius said, if you attack heresy, you will do yourself harm! It is right to love money. If you love money too much, it will be a disaster!"


    "He holds an important position in the Tang Dynasty, but he only cares about filling his own pockets. When can he put his mind on being an official and politics?"


    "Even if Tang Hao is both literate and martial, he shouldn''t be so arrogant!"


    Sentence after sentence of reprimand, Zhang Zhengguo felt numb.


    "Tang Hao, he collected money for..."


    Before he finished, Zhang Xian waved and interrupted.


    "Well, you go."


    "When I came here, I didn''t think I could go back."


    "The purpose of my trip is to be strict with the law, correct the monarchs and officials, and save the miasma of the Tang Dynasty!"