The eldest son is fierce

Du Zhun's face instantly darkened.

It was this little thief who ruined her daughter's reputation.

Is he worthy of being called Tang Qingtian?

Du Huaifang didn't care at all. He looked up and saw that most of the people coming in and out of the city gate were refugees.

The refugee camp not far away was brightly lit. Far from being desolate or deserted, it was full of life. The noise inside could be heard from a long distance away.

The area several dozen feet from the refugee camp to the south city gate was also very bustling, with stalls on both sides of the street.

Every stall was full of people, all of whom seemed to be chatting about some interesting topic, and laughter could be heard constantly.

Du Huaifang had never seen such a scene in his life. Even though he had managed to raise Dayan's tax revenue to the highest level in history, he had never seen such a scene.

"Humph, what is Tang Qingtian? He uses refugees as slaves and works them day and night. How can he be called Qingtian?"

"Also, if there's no curfew, what will happen if a war breaks out? What if thieves take advantage of the situation and attack Kyoto?"

Without waiting for Du Huaifang to speak, Du Zhun spoke first with a dark face.

However, just as he finished speaking, Du Huaifang saw that everyone around him was looking at him, all with unfriendly expressions, and the face of the young man selling candied haws turned cold in an instant.

"Who are you? How dare you say that about my master? I'm giving you face, right?"

The young man stared at Du Zhun and said coldly, "When did it become your turn to point fingers at my master? I think you're itching for a beating, don't you?"

The surrounding vendors and migrant workers who were getting off work also gathered around.

Du Zhun was stunned when he saw this scene. What did this mean? Didn't he just say a few words to Tang Yi? Do you still want to take action?

What kind of magic potion did Tang Yi feed you? You have absolutely no respect for the law.

Du Huaifang's old face trembled. Seeing that Du Zhun was about to be beaten, he quickly smiled and bowed, saying, "Everyone, don't misunderstand me. We have just arrived in Kyoto and are not very familiar with it. Please forgive us for any offense."

Du Zhun's face instantly turned purple.

Who is his father? The former prime minister! Such a respected and virtuous man, yet now he has to humble himself and apologize to a group of ordinary people.

"father……"

Du Zhun was about to say something when Du Huaifang glared at him coldly and said, "Shut up! When in Rome, do as the Romans do, don't you understand? You're making arbitrary judgments without even knowing the truth. Did I ever teach you that?"

Du Zhun choked and said, "Of course I know what you are talking about, but I just don't like Tang Yi!"

The young man and the people who gathered around him saw that the old man had a kind face, so they decided not to get angry anymore. They just pointed at Du Zhun and started to accuse him.

"Old man, keep a close eye on your son. Do you know what it means to say something dangerous? If he dares to talk nonsense again, we'll beat him to a pulp."

"That's right, you still dare to frame the Little Poet Fairy? Do you think you can frame the Little Poet Fairy?"

"He looks like a scholar, how come he has no self-cultivation at all?"

"..."

Du Zhun was almost furious when he heard this.

What's going on? Tang Yi is more powerful than the emperor, right? Can't we show him any disrespect?

Du Huaifang smiled and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, this guy just needs a lesson. But I don't understand why you're still protecting him when he makes you work day and night?"

I heard countless rumors about Tang Yi along the way.

His talent is shocking, his methods are so awe-inspiring, he is a flower thief under the moon... But Du Huaifang feels that those are just hearsay. The eyes of the masses are sharp, and the people's evaluation of an official is the most truthful.

"Old man, you don't understand this, right? This is a system we adults have developed, called the three-shift system."

The young man selling candied haws immediately smiled and gave Du Huaifang a thumbs-up, explaining, "The three-shift system simply means everyone is divided into three shifts: one from morning to afternoon, one from afternoon to midnight, and then one from midnight to morning again."

"On average, everyone only works four hours a day."

A middle-aged man nearby immediately took over the conversation and said, "And the wages are paid daily. Ordinary workers get ten cents a day, while stonemasons, bricklayers, etc. get fifteen cents a day."

"When you get off work, just go to the door to collect your salary and leave."

As he spoke, the man shook his worn-out purse, and the copper coins inside jingled.

Upon hearing this, Du Zhun's face finally showed a hint of surprise. Du Huaifang's old face was also a little shocked. He said, "Can refugees also work and get what you call wages? No one embezzled your wages?"

The middle-aged man immediately laughed and said, "Of course! And the daily settlement is for refugees like us. We fled to Kyoto penniless and have nothing."

"It was Lord Tang who gave us the opportunity to work, allowed us to earn money to support ourselves, and gave us enough dignity."

"To be honest, I've earned more than one or two taels of silver so far, and my wife and son finally have something to look forward to."

Du Huaifang subconsciously looked up in the direction of the refugee camp, and his eyes swept across the busy stalls. The doubts in his heart finally had an answer.

Why are refugee camps so brightly lit? Why are they so bustling even on cold winter nights?

Because there is hope for the future!

Because there is no oppression, no humiliation, mutual respect, and everyone doing their job, they can live more like human beings.

The person who gave this hope was the eighteen-year-old boy.

"Then why is there no curfew? What if thieves raid Kyoto?" Du Zhun finally got the chance to interrupt and asked in a cold voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Zhun saw that everyone was looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Du Zhun was staring at him, feeling uneasy. What's going on? Did I ask the wrong question again?

"Idiot! My master has wiped out even the royal family and the ***. He's defeated the Fan Party at every turn. He even nearly burned down the Zhennan Palace. He even destroyed the Anjing Tower twice..."

The young man selling candied haws snorted coldly and said, "With a record like this, who would dare to come to Kyoto and cause trouble? You must be tired of living!"

"Are they more powerful than the Communist Party and the Fan Party?"

When Du Zhun heard this, he was stunned and speechless.

Are you crazy? How dare you say that about the Queen and the Empress? This is extremely disrespectful!

However, as Du Huaifang glanced at the people around him, his old eyes gradually became moist.

Whether a country has a future can be determined by looking at its people. Generally speaking, if the people have enough confidence and courage, the country's future will not be bad.

And now, these people at the bottom of society are all confident and proud!

Du Huaifang finally figured out why Dayan, which had the highest tax revenue in history and was very rich, was shattered by the Northern Di.

Because, the people at that time were just tools of taxation by the imperial court. They were submissive and had no self-identity. They didn’t even know the meaning of life. How could they have any fighting power?

But now, just looking at this group of old, weak and sick people in front of him, Du Huaifang felt the tremendous vitality.

The vitality of a country and a nation’s awakening!

"So that's how it is. A single leaf can block my view. Haha, a single leaf can block my view!"

"A problem that I had been pondering for decades but still couldn't figure out was solved so easily by a teenager."

Du Huaifang laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face.

This frightened everyone around. What happened? Did they go crazy after hearing the adults' story?