On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Why not? Can the people disobey the orders of the county government?"

Han Lei chuckled. "Haha, Prince, you don't know. It's not that the people don't obey the county government's orders, but that the county government can't provide supplies right now. The people don't have enough food to eat, and they don't have tools. How can they work? Besides, the villagers in Lingshan are very united. If one person says he won't work, then the whole village won't work. We can't send the people in the city to work in the mountains, right? That would be too costly."

Lin Zhen nodded, and understood something in his heart.

This is the difficult problem that Xuanhemen posed to Lin Zhen.

Don't you want to take advantage and trade Erguotou for pig iron? Okay, go dig it yourself.

If you dig it yourself, you will consume food and supplies, and you will also have to find a way to make the people obey you.

If the people do not obey, it will not only make them look foolish, but also undermine the reputation of Daqian and Lin Zhen due to deliberate propaganda by people with ulterior motives.

If forced labor is imposed and some deaths occur, that would be even better. Xuanhemen can take the opportunity to win over other countries and then issue a humanitarian manifesto against Daqian.

What a calculation.

But do these people really think they can't control those fools?

Ah.

Lin Zhen sneered secretly.

These people were not from Daqian. Although they were descendants of Yan and Huang, they were unreasonable people. Lin Zhen would never show mercy when he took action.

Perhaps at this moment, Han Lei is waiting for him to say: Let's do it ourselves.

Lin Zhen said, "What about what Lord Han said?"

"Haha, I know the Crown Prince is in dire need of pig iron, but we have no way to produce it. How about I temporarily give you the Lingshan Mountains and you can mine it yourself. Whatever you mine is yours! Of course, the Crown Prince can refuse, but the Erguotou that has already been collected will not be returned! Haha."

Han Lei smiled cunningly, thinking he had gotten a great advantage.

It’s just a few carts of Erguotou. For Lin Zhen, it doesn’t matter if they make a noise when they fall.

But he must not lose this face, not to mention that he has offered such a good price. If he does not take advantage of it and squeeze out all the oil and water in the Lingshan area, he would be unworthy of being a time traveler.

Lin Zhen responded with a smile: "Okay, I accept your proposal."

"Don't worry, Prince. We have an agreement! Although the villagers of Lingshan are fierce, they are also citizens of my country, Han. You cannot fight or kill them. If you do, you will bear the consequences. However, for your convenience, I allow you to station troops in Lingshan, but the number cannot exceed 500. What do you think, Prince?!"

Lin Zhen pretended to be very grateful, stood up and clasped his fists, "Thank you very much, Master Han. Without further ado, I will make arrangements right away and come to you on another day with a generous gift to express my gratitude."

"Okay, Prince, take care."

"Goodbye."

The moment Lin Zhen turned around, he couldn't help but let out a sneer on his face.

Han Lei, who was staring at his back, also sneered.

It was not until Lin Zhen's figure appeared at the end of the courtyard that a man walked out from behind the screen in the main hall of the county government office.

He had gray hair and was wearing a clean white gown, looking very impressive.

He walked up to Han Lei and said, "This kid really got fooled."

"Haha, what a lousy prince, he's nothing special. When he heard I asked him to station troops there, he was so happy." Han Lei turned around and looked at the old man. "Grandfather, what did His Majesty say?"

The old man frowned and said thoughtfully, "Your Majesty's meaning is very clear. If a war breaks out, South Korea is willing to join, but South Korea will definitely not be the first to charge into battle."

"Hmph, Han Tianhong is old, it would be better for me to be the emperor."

"What do you know? Although our Han family controls the entire court, we are not yet strong enough to control the world. Your Majesty is a man of great talent and foresight, how can you compare to him! Keep a close eye on Lin Zhen and report any situation immediately."

"Yes."

Although Han Lei nodded in agreement, he felt very disdainful in his heart.

This Lin Zhen looks about the same age as him. How could he marry the emperor and sleep in the harem of Qian Kingdom?

Just because he is more handsome than me?

Grass.

Even sending people to watch, nailing shit! If Lin Zhen can handle the people of Lingshan well, I will write the Korean character backwards.

......

Lin Zhen returned to the post station, and Zhuang Santing's transport team also followed him back.

Now that he had a backbone, he no longer needed to make a scene in the county government office.

The Bowang County Post Station is a bit shabby and it is estimated that no one has lived there for a long time.

Most merchants passing by stayed in restaurants, and those who had some money went to brothels to spend their money. No official would go to the post station to rest when passing through Bowang County.

What is the purpose of being an official?

Is it about suffering?

impossible.

Huanbi is always so diligent. She keeps the room spotless and waits for Lin Zhen to come back.

But it didn't come.

Zhuang Santing reported that the prince was going to inspect the market in Bowang County and would not be back until later. Huanbi naturally did not think much about it and fiddled with needlework in the room alone.

......

In fact, the phrase we say most often is: Since we are here, we are here.

This is what Lin Zhen is thinking now. Since he has come to Bowang County, it would be a pity not to go out and see the world - even if there is nothing interesting to see in this city.

The fat man was very energetic and dragged Lin Zhen out, saying that he wanted to investigate the work of prostitutes in South Korea on behalf of Daqian's clients. He wanted to share relevant experiences when he returned, so as to promote the development of the brothel industry and improve the business ability and work level of the ladies.

Lin Zhen disdains visiting prostitutes, whether in the future or now.

It’s not that he’s so noble, but he feels a little disgusted.

Because Lin Zhen had a good friend in the police station, he went to see his friend to do something that day, so he waited in the lobby.

As a result, his friend came back with a group of ladies and several clients.

How should I put it...the girls are all pretty good, they put on makeup, perm their hair, wear nice clothes, and are more attractive to customers.

But that group of guests... included burly farmers, migrant workers with rough hands, night soil collectors who had saved their pocket money for several months and wanted to have some fun, and lazy people who did nothing but just wanted to run away with the minimum living allowance their parents gave them.

It’s not that the guests are lowly, Lin Zhen definitely doesn’t mean that.

Just like what that comrade said: You dig out manure, and I'll be the emperor! The division of labor in revolution is different, but we all serve the people.

But what makes Lin Zhen uncomfortable is that most prostitutes are not picky about their customers.

You don’t know who the beautiful girl under you has served before.

Someone had left teeth marks on her chest.

Has her pretty red lips filled with hyaluronic acid ever kissed a rough man who has been smoking and drinking for twenty years without brushing his teeth, and has not brushed his shoes or washed his feet for thirty years?

Lin Zhen would never drink the water these people use to wash the pots.

But...there's nothing wrong with taking a look, right?

The moon is just right today, the clouds are light and the breeze is gentle, the street lights are dim, and the girls in cool clothes are standing in the corridor of the brothel and throwing handkerchiefs to you.

While throwing, he shouted: "Uncle~ come and play~~"

Hiss...If I don't go, it would seem that I don't understand romantic ideas.