Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Chapter 138 Blending



Chapter 138 Blending

The interrogation into the case of the son-in-law kidnapping and abusing children quickly yielded a conclusion.

Originally, if the Wang family did something wrong, they could just keep their mouths shut.

Perhaps it was because of the changes in the environment in Luancheng in the past two years that made these unruly people feel that the prefect could be bullied, so they didn't think too much about it and just wanted to make a fortune by paying money. They even dared to sue the prince consort with a lawsuit.

After the truth comes out.

Zhao Sheng thought that the old lady of the Wang family was the culprit and that exile two thousand miles away was the best destination for her.

After hearing this, Old Lady Wang burst into tears and kept begging for mercy.

After asking, Wang Laoshi had two choices.

The first is to serve on the spot, go to mine and undergo labor reform.

The second option was to accompany the old lady into exile, where she might die on the way. Wang Laoshi was honest and chose the second option, which was to accompany the old lady into exile. As a result, within half a month, the old lady died on the way.

Wang Laoshi finally persisted and walked for more than twenty days before reaching the place of exile.

The officers beat and scolded Wang Laoshi. Originally, he was supposed to return in fifteen days, but now it took more than twenty days longer.

This is something.

Wang Changqing's case was also investigated. The magistrate of Luancheng believed that he was a man of no moral integrity, so he stripped him of his honors and gave them to the common people.

During the Zhou Dynasty, there was a social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, but no class was prohibited from reading.

Although Wang Changqing was stripped of his status as a scholar, he still had the opportunity to take the exam again.

"Wang Daya, I hate you, you unlucky star, you finally ruined my future!"

Finally, he couldn't escape his bad luck. Wang Changqing hated someone he shouldn't have hated, but he was completely unaware of it.

Besides, after Wang Daya was cured in the clinic, she could have returned to the Wang family.

The whole incident left the little guy with such severe psychological trauma that he ended up staying in the clinic doing odd jobs under Wanqiu's care.

The soldiers in Dingzhou had the best time this winter.

The first batch of cotton was used to make cotton vests and cotton shoes, and every soldier was given a quilt to sleep in.

Compared with previous years, no soldier froze to death this year.

In fact, ordinary people have it much better off than soldiers. At least they have their own houses. Those who can afford it have floor heating at home, and those who are not so well off have kangs.

This winter, people who don’t have money can buy coal on credit.

The people are the productive force.

Mr. Zhao has always been consistent in his understanding of this.

“Are there any breakthroughs in cotton spinning?”

The only cloth-making workshop in Dingzhou is a private hemp workshop.

Most of the textiles here come from the south. There is also a textile industry in the nearby Yuzhou and Bingzhou areas, but it is not developing very fast.

Last year, Mr. Zhao planned to engage in wool spinning, but after cotton appeared, he changed his mind.

"Sir, Mrs. Huang has brought her female workers to spin the cotton you mentioned. They have already spun the yarn and are weaving the cloth according to your request."

"How efficient is the loom? How does it compare to spinning flax?"

"Sir, the looms we use for cotton and linen spinning are the same, and even wool spinning is the same."

Wu Sikai was almost sent to the south by Zhao Sheng. The papermaking matter had not yet been finalized, and the textile matter was put on the agenda again.

"You need to bring people with you. We need to hurry up on this matter. Oh, and find Mrs. Huang's people. Give them some money and set up a technical team to master the textile technology of cotton and wool."

If cotton, linen and wool are mixed together, it not only solves the cost problem, but also makes a breakthrough in appearance and comfort.

After receiving Zhao Sheng's order, Wu Sikai went down to arrange these matters.

Yanzhou was not peaceful last year, with several wars of varying sizes breaking out.

Among them, the Xiongnu and the Xianbei fought several battles. Later, the Xiongnu probably did not gain the upper hand, so they harassed the territory of Yanzhou again.

"This war has brought us nearly 10,000 more wounded soldiers. In the past, the wounded were basically dead. Now with Dingzhou's medical technology, many can be restored, but many are still disabled."

Qin Lian, the general of the Yanzhou military camp, took off his sword and looked at Zhao Hui with resentment.

"You are also an old general. How can you say such a thing? Even though he is an injured soldier, he still has his life."

Zhao Hui knew that the purpose of Qin Lian's visit was to deal with the follow-up issues of the wounded soldiers. The old soldiers were not afraid, but they were afraid of being disabled.

"Hehe, I'm anxious too. If they really died, it would be all over, but looking at these wounded soldiers makes me anxious too."

The war had just ended and the wounded were still in the barracks. Even if I wanted to persuade them, I didn't know where to start.

This is the aftermath of war. If something goes wrong, it will affect morale.

Giving them a small amount won't do. These people might spend the money before leaving the barracks and then die suddenly in front of the camp gate.

There have been cases of mass deaths in the past.

I was also afraid that someone would take the opportunity to spread rumors. It would be bad if they were accused of embezzling pension money and killing wounded soldiers.

"Let's organize these people first. Dingzhou might have a solution. According to past practice, those with less serious injuries will be reintegrated."

For this matter, Zhao Hui once corresponded with Fan Xitong, in which he introduced Dingzhou's approach.

Now that the expressway from Dingzhou to Tongzhou has been repaired, veterans and those with minor disabilities can join the railway protection team.

The so-called road protection team is somewhat similar to the road maintenance workers in later generations, but the difference is that they not only have to repair roads, but also protect the safety of property on the roads.

"I think the service points of the various post stations can be used to arrange for some old and wounded soldiers to be stationed here."

Zhao Hui's chief secretary, Sun Bing, interrupted.

"Yes, one post station can accommodate a thousand people, and there are several post stations along the way."

It was as if a floodgate had been opened, and the problems flowed away like water.

"There are only a hundred people serving at a post station, and only two hundred people working on the road and guarding it. How can there be a thousand people?"

What Zhao Hui said was not wrong. As for the thousand people, they were just people who were gathered together, and all of them were self-reliant.

"What else can I do?"

He was in a dilemma for a moment, and then the guards outside came to report.

"Prince Yan, there's a newspaper out today called the Expressway Evening News. It's published in Luancheng, Dingzhou, and it's being sent to Prince Yan for distribution."

The guards' words were conveyed by the messenger. As for what the messenger said, the guards generally did not guess, so as to avoid misinterpreting the meaning.

"Evening Post, what kind of paper is this? Bring it over and let me see it."

With an order, a large bundle of newspapers was brought up.

Yellow straw paper seems to be slightly better than ordinary straw paper, but it only feels better.

The roughness is still not suitable for writing, but the words on it seem to be printed.

"Prince Yan, this court bulletin is quite interesting. It contains information about the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival in Luancheng, and the poetry collections are all translated."

"Yes, the prize is actually a huge piece of glass..."

"Here's a storybook series about a monkey rebelling!!!"

Several people were reading newspapers and talking to Zhao Hui from time to time.

Zhao Hui was also attracted by the content and was reading the poems on it diligently.

"...Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from battle in history?"

What a good poem! Mr. Zhao is worthy of being the son-in-law of Prince Zhao. He has some literary talent!

Zhao Hui praised him in his heart and felt even more favorable towards Zhao Sheng.

Since the road construction not only accelerated the security of Yan and the rear, but also prepared for him to ambush heavy troops along the way. Now that he was publishing the newspaper, he realized that this newspaper must be useful.

He always felt that Zhao Sheng was doing useless work!


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