On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Entering Bowang County, you arrive in South Korea.

People always say how poor and dilapidated Daqian is, but if you visit other countries yourself, you will find that other countries are actually different from what they are portrayed to be.

Take this frontier county town for example. Bowang County borders Southern Chu in the future, but they have not reinforced the city and have no decent defense facilities.

Now that it borders Daqian, it is still like this, as if other countries will never invade from Bowang County.

Entering the city, Lin Zhen felt even more desolate. Not only compared to the capital of Daqian, but even compared to neighboring Ye County, it was far worse. The people were pale and thin, with no decent clothing to keep them warm in the dead of winter. There were even frozen beggars hanging out to dry on the streets.

The patrolling soldiers ignored them, and the common people acted as if it was commonplace, not attracting any attention. The joyous restaurants and dance halls were still flourishing, and the sound of finger-guessing games in the taverns was endless, forming a sharp contrast with the frozen bones.

Some houses are intact, while others are incomplete. Before entering the city, Lin Zhen observed that many villagers in Bowang County still lived in dilapidated houses. The people put their hands in their sleeves, huddled in the yard and rooms, with no hope in their eyes, only helplessness and dead silence towards life.

In Lin Zhen's view, this city is a dead city.

I don’t know why, under the rule of such a powerful political force as Xuanhemen, the people actually have to live like this.

Could it be that the people in power are too corrupt?

It's possible.

Judging from the fact that they exchanged pig iron for Erguotou, the Korean court was not just corrupt. Of course, Lin Zhen didn't think they were just doing it for drinking, there must be other purposes.

But what benefits can such a transaction bring to the people?

Is there no one rebelling?

Indeed not, because even though the people live a hard life, they still have food to eat.

This is how we Chinese people are. For thousands of years, no one would risk their lives to rebel unless they really couldn't eat.

Poor.

In the city, Lin Zhen sighed while riding on his horse.

The fat man asked, "Why are you sighing, brother?"

"Alas, I feel sorry for the people here. They are all pure and honest descendants of Yan and Huang, yet they have to live like this under the rule of the imperial court."

"Brother, you just love to sympathize with the world, but you don't realize that our Daqian wasn't much better than them decades ago!"

"That's why I feel a little sad. Life is not what they wanted, but it was deliberately arranged by those in power. They can't eat enough, but they can't starve to death, so they can only work for the superiors forever."

Having said that, the fat man also fell silent.

He is reckless and has a hot temper, but he is not a fool.

He could feel that the people here lived a very hard life.

Who doesn't have a compassionate heart?

Because the troops were not allowed to enter the city, Lin Zhen brought Huanbi, Fatty, Hou Chun and ten followers, and the team marched straight to the county government office.

Many beggars surrounded us on the way. Their hair was like straw, they held broken bowls in their hands, leaned on a dog-beating stick, and their hunched eyes were full of pleading.

Lin Zhen didn't give any money or food. He felt distressed inside but appeared cold on the outside.

Beggars cannot be saved, and giving them too much will only harm them.

However, Huanbi, who was sitting in the carriage, was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the poor people starving, so she took out a lot of snacks such as crispy candies and mung bean cakes from her bag, and leaned out of the window to share them in their bowls.

The beggar had never eaten such delicious food in his life. Not only did he swallow it in one gulp, he also clamored for more.

Huanbi shook the Shu brocade embroidered bag that could buy their lives, indicating that it was gone.

Unexpectedly, one of the beggars was quick and snatched Huanbi's bag away.

"Hey!! That's mine!!" Huanbi shouted through the car window.

Seeing this, Hou Chun cursed, rushed out, and caught up with the beggar in a few steps.

"Damn it! You even dare to steal our wife's things. Don't you want to live?"

"Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me!" The beggar knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Lin Zhen rode over and said, "Monkey, let him go."

"Sir!"

"The bundle is already dirty. Madam won't want it. Give it to him."

The wicked will be rewarded.

Lin Zhen was too disdainful to bother with a beggar.

"This... is." Hou Chun agreed and let go of his hand.

The beggar kowtowed a few more times in a hurry, then turned and ran away.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, other beggars suddenly surrounded him and tried to snatch the bag from his hand.

The beggar shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? This was given to me by a noble man!"

"Let go!! This is mine!"

"what!!"

One of the beggars saw that he didn't let go, so he punched him.

With a bang, the beggar's nose bleed spurted out high. Seeing this, the others started punching and kicking him. The scene was very miserable.

Finally, the beautiful bundle was torn into several pieces, and everyone took it and left the scene.

The beggar who stole Huanbi's bag had been beaten unconscious. If he was not sent to the hospital in time, he might lose his life.

Lin Zhen witnessed all of this with his own eyes.

But his expression did not change at all, and he led the team straight to the county government office.

Lin Zhen and Hou Chun stood at the gate of the county government office.

As for Fatty, Huanbi and others, they went to the post station.

After being notified, the county magistrate of Bowang County came out to greet him in person.

Lin Zhen looked over and saw that the man was a young man. After they bowed to each other, he learned that his name was Han Lei, and he was a successful candidate in the imperial examination last year.

Han Lei led Lin Zhen to the main hall, saying as they walked, "I've heard the Crown Prince's name before my eyes. Hahahaha, your presence in Bowang truly brings glory to this humble town!"

Lin Zhen sneered inwardly.

My humble home was prosperous, but as soon as I entered the city, I killed a beggar.

It's really unfortunate for Bowang County to have a county magistrate like you.

However, Lin Zhen has always been a man who never hits people who smile at him. Moreover, this is another country's business and he is not in the mood to get involved.

Arriving at the main hall, both parties took their seats.

Lin Zhen said, "County Magistrate Han is so young and yet he can handle things on his own. This really impresses me. But I came here today to ask you something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Santing walked out of the guest room.

Without any notification, he walked straight in.

"Prince, you are here!"

Lin Zhen frowned: "Why are you so anxious? I need to handle this matter myself. What use do I have for you?"

"Uh... yes, I'm incompetent, but these bastards... the Korean court said there's not enough pig iron right now and they can't collect it."

Hearing this, Lin Zhen looked at Han Lei and said, "Oh? Lord Han, is what my brother said true? Don't you have any iron left in Korea?"

Don't look at Han Xing's young age, but he is definitely from the Xuanhe Sect. He has a forced smile when he speaks, and his face looks like a traitor.

"Haha, what are you talking about, Prince? Iron is plentiful in Korea, but it's all buried in the mountains. It's not even summer yet, so a lot of it is frozen. Mining it is extremely difficult. Of course, there are iron mines that aren't frozen, but they're untapped. The mountains are full of trees and rocks. I've tried to mobilize the people to develop it, but they won't do it."