The prince is more stable

Chapter 394: People's Livelihood and Voice
There is a very confusing question: if the person concerned seizes the stolen silver from the corrupt officials, does it count as his own labor income?
It was also very hard work for the officials investigating criminals. Didn't Zhao Xiaoqian work? Why can't it be considered as labor income?
It's hard to answer. Zhao Xiaoqian personally prefers to "calculate". The legal interpretation may conflict with his own understanding...

In any case, the current predicament of Zhending Prefecture suddenly became clear after gaining so much land and money.

From the perspective of the government, having money can develop the local economy and provide subsidies to the people, which will benefit scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans. In addition, with the three years of tax exemption granted by the court, it can be said that Zhending Prefecture ushered in the most important three-year golden period of development in its history.

If Zhao Xiaoqian could deal a few more head-on blows to the Liao army during these three years, so that they would never dare to invade the border again, Zhending Prefecture would have a peaceful environment and its development would be limitless.

If the time, place and people are not right, then create it artificially.

I feel extremely happy. Men are creatures that want to find a way to vent no matter what happy things happen to them. If they don't vent, they will get sick.

Zhao Xiaoqian immediately rushed into the second courtyard of the rented house. In the main room in the backyard, two Japanese women were cleaning the house.

The new yard they moved into was shabby and the house was not clean either. The two women had been cleaning for two days, but they worked tirelessly and happily.

Sometimes Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't help but scold himself for being such a scumbag. It was obvious that these two women were more than just marriages of convenience to him, and it seemed that Zhao Xiaoqian had even won their hearts.

But he himself was not considerate or gentle to the two women, and probably just treated them as servants. The difference was that these two servants did everything, including meeting the man's various needs and satisfying his shameful and unheard-of tricks.

Tempted?

Maybe, but honestly, not many.

A man's heart can be split into many pieces, and each piece can hold a woman he likes. When these pieces are put together, they form a complete heart. Isn't it amazing?

It’s not that Zhao Xiaoqian dislikes these two Japanese women. Perhaps it’s because he has experienced too many emotions in two lifetimes. He does have fragments of them, but they are very small, smaller than those of other women.

It is not surprising that desire outweighs love in a relationship between a man and a woman without any emotional basis.

Seeing the two girls busy in the house, Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't help but smile, and walked up to them and hugged them on the left and right.

He originally planned to vent his feelings and do something with them in broad daylight, but for some reason, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly changed his mind.

"Take a break. You've been in Zhending City for so long, and you haven't been out shopping yet, right? I made a fortune today, so let's go out and buy whatever we like. Let's go!"

The two girls were stunned, and their bodies were involuntarily embraced by him, and they staggered out of the door. Because they were not wearing makeup, the two girls were a little resistant, but under the blessing of Zhao Xiaoqian's domineering president temperament, the two girls struggled a little, and had to obediently follow him out.

After going out, Zhao Xiaoqian looked around and decided to walk towards where there were more people.

After great chaos, there will be great order. After the incident that night, the entire Zhending City has begun to slowly recover its vitality.

Zhao Xiaoqian walked on the street and found that the biggest difference between today and when he first entered the city was that there were gradually more people on the street, and most of the shops on the street were open for business.

Although there are more people, the people are still poor and the shops are open but have almost no business.

But, generally speaking, things are moving in a good direction, aren't they?

Zhao Xiaoqian was particularly generous today, perhaps feeling that he owed the two girls something. Regardless of whether they were happy or not, Zhao Xiaoqian would go into any store he came across and buy whatever he liked.

Not long after, there were a lot of things on the heads and hands of the two girls, including hairpins, cosmetics, jewelry, clothes, etc.

Women's preferences have remained unchanged for thousands of years. They always pursue anything related to appearance and figure, just like props in a game: with this piece of jewelry, beauty +1, with that piece of clothing, figure +1...

What women pursue throughout their lives is the ultimate gaming outfit. They use all kinds of epic props to put together a set of god-level gear that is perfect in attack and defense and invincible on the server, and from then on they enjoy being sought after by both big guys and rookies from all sides.

The two girls were delighted at first because of Zhao Xiaoqian's generosity today, but as Zhao Xiaoqian bought more and more things, the two girls gradually became anxious and uneasy, and finally they couldn't help crying in the street.

Zhao Xiaoqian was shocked and found out after asking.

It turned out that the two girls thought that after Zhao Xiaoqian was so generous to them today, he would send them back to Japan and abandon them.

"I'm really... wrong to be nice to you, right?" Zhao Xiaoqian was furious. "Do I have to spank you hard every night for you to be happy?"

The two girls blushed and looked around in panic. Ping's face flushed and she said carefully, "My Lord, these words cannot... can you please not say them in public? If you want, we can go back home now and serve you well, okay?"

Zhao Xiaoqian's face flushed. He had just spoken too quickly and couldn't help blurting out his little quirk. What a sin! He was so unfriendly to his neighbor who was just across the water...

I glanced up casually and found a group of people gathered in front of me.

Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes lit up. Is there something exciting to watch?

Pulling the two girls along, he quickly approached. Through the crowd, he saw a shabby, middle-aged, idle man. He pointed at a patch of blackened ground and excitedly told a story. "...That night, none of you dared go out. But who am I? I'm not afraid of anything in my life, not even death, yet I went out that night to take a look."

"Here, see? Right here, the soldiers of the Dragon Guard Battalion are holding a strange iron rod in their hands. The iron rod can make noises and spit fire."

"With a bang, the expert recruited by that bastard Liu Qianliang was beaten to death without even touching a hair on his head. Killing him from a distance of a hundred steps, isn't that impressive?"

"Look, isn't the color of the ground wrong? That's dried blood. Come over here and smell it. Hey, what the hell are you afraid of? Just smell it! ... Do you smell blood? It's been all these days, and the smell of blood hasn't dissipated yet."

"That night, three thousand of Liu Qianliang's men were slaughtered. Three thousand! Is our new prefect powerful? Is he ruthless enough?"

There was a sound of admiration from the crowd, and even cheers were heard.

A smile appeared on Zhao Xiaoqian's face. It seemed that it was right to deal with Liu Qianliang. At least he won the hearts of the people.

It is obvious that the people have great resentment towards Liu Qianliang and the group of corrupt officials. In the past, they dared to be angry but not to speak out. Now that Liu Qianliang has fallen, the people still dare not celebrate openly. So they gathered at the scene to identify the scene and chose someone with good eloquence to vividly recreate the scene of that day.

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of the people doing this, Zhao Xiaoqian chose to respect it.

At this time, someone in the crowd argued, pointing at the idle man, saying, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Be careful, the officials will punish you for spreading rumors. The Dragon Guard Battalion killed more than 3,000 people that night, it was clearly 10,000!"

"Do you know what Liu Qianliang's crime is? It's 'treason'! He wanted to lead his troops in rebellion, and our new prefect didn't tolerate him at all. Right here, with a loud bang, Liu Qianliang's 10,000 rebels were completely wiped out in half an hour."

"The corpses piled up like mountains. The snow that fell that night turned the ground red. It was the blood of the rebels. Have you ever seen a river of blood? That night was it! Here, there... the whole street was covered in the corpses of the rebels, and it was all blood."

The crowd was silent for a while, and for some reason the atmosphere suddenly became more heated, and many "insiders" appeared inexplicably.

The crowd was now engaged in a heated debate about whether the Dragon Guard Camp killed 3,000 or 10,000 people that night.

Later, even more exaggerated figures emerged, some said 30,000 troops, others said 100,000...

Zhao Xiaoqian was originally listening with a smile, but the smile on his face became more and more stiff at the end.

This is getting more and more outrageous. How dare you say that there are 100,000 rebel troops?
Even the two girls beside him were infected by the mood of the crowd and looked at him with awe and admiration.

Genji leaned over and whispered in his ear, "My Lord, you are so amazing!"

Zhao Xiaoqian rubbed her head. The little Loli's figure was adorable, and her well-behaved appearance made people want to kiss, hug and hold her high...

"Don't worship blindly." Zhao Xiaoqian said seriously.

"Yeah!" The two girls nodded obediently, but the admiration in their eyes never faded at all.

The figures from those in the know were becoming increasingly exaggerated, gradually developing into stories of fantasy and immortal heroes. Some even claimed that on the night the Dragon Guards suppressed the bandits, a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals appeared from the sky, riding on auspicious clouds to help the newly arrived prefect quell the rebellion. There were also chants of gods and Buddhas from all directions, offering powerful blessings and so on...

Zhao Xiaoqian finally couldn't bear it any longer. If he continued to spread the news, these gossipers would probably stop treating him as a human being.

If public opinion continued to develop in this way, and the people forcibly said that he was some kind of reincarnation or a real dragon, and the rumor spread to Bianliang, it would be the end of Zhao Xiaoqian's life.

So Zhao Xiaoqian stood outside the crowd and loudly refuted the rumors.

"Shut up! The Dragon Guard Battalion only wiped out 500 people that night, half of whom were captured alive. What's with all that talk about 100,000 rebels? You've got so much free time. Have you paid your mortgage? Have you earned enough money for your baby's milk powder? Have you got enough money for food for the whole family next month?"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Xiaoqian on the periphery.

Everyone saw that he looked like a weak scholar, with two stunning women standing beside him. The three of them looked unfamiliar, and they were sure that they were not neighbors.

After the silence, the crowd immediately started to criticize and point fingers at everyone.

"Who are you?"

"You little brat, you're undermining the dignity of my royal army! Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

"What do you mean by 500 people destroying the bandits? Did you see it with your own eyes? It was clearly the annihilation of 100,000 rebels. I saw it with my own eyes. Let me ask you, do you believe me or you?"

"Report to the police! We must report to the police! This man must be the remnant of Liu Qianliang!"

Zhao Xiaoqian gritted his teeth and hesitated whether to mobilize the Dragon Guard Battalion into the city to kill a few more chattering idlers. After killing 100,000 rebels, a few more wouldn't be a big deal, right?
(End of this chapter)