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The imperial attendant rolled up the bamboo slips and presented them to Yao Zheng with both hands.
"What's going on with the article being blocked?" Yao Zheng asked persistently as he took over the thing.
The King of Wei glared at him from behind his curtain, saying "You are the Imperial Physician! I have already agreed with your views, so go and do it! You can't even handle such a small matter without asking me for approval?! What use is an Imperial Physician like you to me?!"
"This is no trivial matter..." Yao Zhengdao said.
The King of Wei leaned back in his chair and sat up straight, "Then tell me in detail, what's so serious about it?"
"Live in seclusion and feel at ease"
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Yao Zheng's opening was unconvincing, and Wang glared at him, impatiently cutting him off: "What do you mean 'seems'?"
Yao Zheng had a vague feeling that something was not quite right, but for the time being, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As King Wei said, at present, ritual and music are in disarray, and even countries like Song and Wei, which adhere to rituals, have declined. Even if this matter is exposed, what can they do about it?
But as he thought about it, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed through Yao Zheng's mind, and he hastily said: "What if Wei Hou deliberately made this matter known to the world, and then borrowed troops from Zhao Guo, wouldn't Zhao Guo have a legitimate reason to declare war on us..."
"Zhao State." The King of Wei sneered, "They can't even figure out their own affairs now, do they still have the energy to declare war on us?"
Although that's what they say, the King of Wei has taken this matter to heart. After all, in the past, larger territories than these had been swallowed up by Wei, and the Marquis of Wey had never dared to breathe a word of complaint; now he was loudly denouncing them - it was really quite unusual.
Normally, the state of Wei has been dependent on Zhao for survival, and it is most likely that they would seek help from Zhao now. However, Zhao is currently in internal turmoil and cannot afford to lend a hand. The surrounding states, only Chu and Qin have some possibility...
"Closely monitor the movements of Zhao, Chu and Qin." said the King of Wei.
"Our king is wise." Yao Zheng bowed and said.
King Wei stood up, squinting his eyes at the reflection of the white snow outside, thinking in his heart which concubine to take for a walk in the snow later.
The sunlight was shining brightly, and the faces of the pedestrians on the road were all reflected to be extremely pale, while those with yellow skin and thin flesh looked even darker.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a group of laborers arrived at the outskirts of Weiguo's Puyang City, standing in the strong north wind and shrinking into a shrimp-like shape.
The wind on the open field was several times stronger than in the city, and the snow on the ground had not been trampled. A strong gust of wind howled by, whipping up the snow and stinging their faces. In no time, both of their cheeks were slapped red.
He wanted to ask why he ran to the wilderness on such a cold day, but the wind was too strong, and when he opened his mouth, not only did no sound come out, but he also swallowed a bellyful of wind.
At the beginning of Song Dynasty, one's heart was also a bit bitter. In this weather, going to the suburbs would be asking for trouble, but only in this weather, her whereabouts would not be easily exposed.
Under the leadership of the servant, they walked against the strong wind for about two tea times and finally saw a few dilapidated thatched cottages surrounded by a small earth slope. The simple wooden door was blown by the strong wind, creaking and groaning, and the roof had one piece missing here and there, which didn't seem like a place where people lived.
Song Chuanyi walked over and randomly chose a room, knocking on the door "Is anyone there?"
There was no one responding inside, Song Chuyi called out again "Is there anyone inside?"
She paused for a moment, seeing no one answered the door, she pushed it open and went in.
A faint musty smell wafted through the air inside, and sunlight poured in through the gaps above, casting beams of light that danced with snowflakes swirling around them. In a corner of the room, amidst a pile of straw, lay two bodies clad only in tattered clothing - a mother curled up, embracing a child about six or seven years old.
Both bodies had shrunk somewhat and were clearly dead for some time, without rotting due to the cold weather.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a rough glance at the things in the house revealed only a few pieces of pottery and some simple daily necessities.
The mother and son, probably because the adult men in their household died in battle, had no food to eat on a winter's day, no one to repair their grass hut, and were frozen to death here.
"Go take a look around here and see if there's anyone in the other rooms." Song Chu said.
He gritted his teeth and rushed out into the wind and snow with a determined look on his face.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was speculated that most of the other rooms were uninhabited, because in such a place of residence, if there were others, they would not have allowed the mother and son to freeze or starve to death.
Some small tribes that lived together were forced to migrate or be destroyed due to war, and even if one or two lucky ones survived, they could not keep the land of their tribe.
At this sight, Song Chuoyi guessed that the whole family should have moved away, and the mother and son were determined to wait for the men in their family to return. There are also old mothers and fathers waiting for their sons to return, which is not uncommon, and Song Chuoyi has encountered many such situations before.
Song Chuizi decided to come over today, mainly to see if there was any wasteland here. The servant of the Lord of Boling knew that there was some here, so he had the servant lead her over. She had never been to Wei State before and only heard that it was a thousand miles of fertile land and very rich. She thought it would be slightly better than other places, so she didn't expect to encounter this on her first try, which far exceeded her expectations.
She also didn't have anyone trustworthy by her side, even if she managed to occupy the land, it would be taken over by others in just a few days.
"Sir." The servant rushed in with a gust of wind "The rest of the rooms are empty."
"Good." Song Chu said with a moment of contemplation.
We must find a way to occupy this piece of wasteland. The country's territory is originally small, and if we miss this opportunity, it's not certain that we can find another one.
"Go back first." Song Chuyi said and went out of the door, looking at the endless snowy field outside, thinking that it was unknown whether it belonged to this small clan or someone else's land.
Facing the cold wind, Song Chuyi's mind was extremely clear. If this matter were to be handled, it would have to be done quickly. If the government investigated and found no one here, they would reclaim the land. There was a gap in between that could be exploited. The national law was not perfect, so the system was also very loose. The government would not care too much about whether the owner of this land was the same as the one recorded in the previous register; they would re-register and ensure that the owner could pay taxes according to the rules every year.
When Song Chuyi returned to the city, the sky was already dim. Zi Ya had prepared a bath for him, and after soaking in the hot water to drive out the cold air from his body, he checked on the child's condition before comfortably lying down on the new bedding.
A night of deep sleep with no dreams.
The next morning, Song Chu was awakened by a knock on the door. It was Ji Mian's voice outside: "Huai Jin! Huai Jin! I heard you picked up another beauty? Let me take a look."
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, in a daze of sleepiness, he also scolded Nan Qi, looking at his elegant appearance, who would have thought that he was like an old aunt! Meddling and garrulous!