The morning light is still flashing on the city's head.

There were waves of iron plate knocking sounds from the alleys... Walkers and Toutuo from the temple held the iron plate in one hand and the other with objects, shouting Buddha's name along the door. At the same time, they used their tall voices to report the current time to the residents who were still sleeping.

Outside the city, there are already countless travelers and businessmen, either carrying shoulders or driving donkeys, quietly waiting for the city gate to open.

Economic dealers, salt loads, donkey sellers, firewood sellers, songs, gossips, and sugar sellers, all walks of life and look different. Although it is early in the morning, they are all full of energy and tireless.

When the hour arrived, the old army guarding the gate received the order and pushed open the city gate creakingly. The crowd began to surge and search for a living in the city.

Zhao Huan walked along the way, but saw every household, either setting fire to cook, wisps of smoke began to emerge from the bamboo-eaves wooden houses along the street, or the whole family went out, gathering together in groups of three or five, and dispersing in front of various breakfast shops.

Citizens walked into the oil cake shop and Hu cake shop that had been on the verge of the fifth update, enjoying the steaming food, eating and chatting, but they were talking about the most popular topics at present.

A middle-aged man with a businessman looked like a businessman, while eating Hu cakes, said vaguely: "I heard that after Fuping won the battle, the official family went to Xi'an to mobilize troops and prepare to gather troops to recover the entire Shaanxi in one battle, then leave Tongguan, recover Luoyang, and fight Tokyo from Luoyang!"

He said that there were news he heard and his own conjectures. According to his ideas, the Jin soldiers could not stop the imperial commander of the Song Dynasty's officials. Then, all the Western Army would naturally leave Tongguan and recover Luoyang and Tokyo. This kind of revival would be a foregone conclusion.

In recent years, the Song people have been repeatedly enraged by the Jin Dynasty, lost their land and land, and the emperor has also been captured. The people of the Song Dynasty have formed a citizen class and are far more concerned about the fate and future of the country than their predecessors. The middle-aged man's words catered to the idea of ​​most people's eagerness to regain the capital. For a moment, the small morning shops all agreed with him. Everyone talked about it, saying that what he said was reasonable, and the emperor would definitely raise troops and break out of Tongguan until he drove the Jin Tartars across the Yellow River and even recover Yanyun.

Some old man sighed and said, "Treat quickly. If you don't drive the Tartars away, you won't be able to live a good life. In the past few years, the taxes have been getting heavier every year, and it seems that you can't hold on."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the store was silent.

The developed commodity economy of the Song Dynasty also made the urban citizen class very rich, and Chengdu was the capital of Yizhou, and it was even more prosperous. At this time, Sichuan was not destroyed by the Mongolian invasion in the late Southern Song Dynasty, and the situation of Yangyi and Yi Er since the Tang Dynasty has not changed significantly.

Despite this, since Zhang Jun took over Shaanxi and Sichuan, in order to gather a large army to fight against the Jin people, he widely collected the wealth of the people and increased the taxation efforts. In addition, the war-torn links have affected the economic circulation across the country. Many of the peasants have been conscripted to serve in the army or transported materials to the front line, which has had a great impact on farmers' income and production. The countryside has withered, but the city has gradually begun to be affected. The old man sighed that life is sad, but it is the common feeling of everyone on the spot, which cannot but attract everyone's attention.

After a while, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes smiled and said, "We don't join the army to fight, and we are not a civilian. We just pay a few more taxes. Even if we suffer hardship, the court will always have regulations in the future, and it will not last long."

"Yes, I just said nothing."

The old man also knew that he had said something discouraged and quickly admitted his mistakes.

As a result, the emotions in the store became active again, and everyone was joking and talking about the gains and losses of Fuping's battle, all of which were full of excitement.

Zhao Huan came from later generations, from Wuguo City to Xixia, and all the way to Fuping, all the soldiers were all in chaos. Every day, they saw either flesh and blood flying everywhere, the cold light of weapons was dazzling, or the withered look of soldiers. Farmers ran on the road, soldiers were cold eyes, walked on the village, chickens cried without hearing, ran on the road, and corpses lay on the ground, but they had never seen such a peaceful scene.

He felt in his heart that the group of people in front of him had changed their clothes and changed the decorations in the store slightly. Isn’t it just a living portrait of a modern city more than a thousand years later?

Seeing them eating breakfast while discussing current affairs, Zhao Huan not only did not regard the speculation and misunderstandings in the other party's dialect, but instead felt a warm and familiar feeling surge in his heart, which made him extremely happy.

Chengdu is still like this. Imagine Tokyo and Hangzhou, which are even more prosperous and the residents are even richer. The emperor of the Song Dynasty was not arrogant. Shi Youming Shu said that whenever there was a major festival, the emperor was either dressed in casual clothes or in high-rise buildings in the palace to enjoy the people. Even in Tokyo, the palace was connected to the street market, and the sounds of the downtown city were constantly coming into the palace. When the emperor heard it, he felt that he envied the freedom of the people.

"Maybe this is the case, which has eroded the blood and fighting spirit of the Song Dynasty emperors, and just wanted to be peaceful."

Zhao Huan sighed in his heart, and withdrew his mind, lowered his head to drink tea while gently biting the crispy oil cake.

This time, I decided to go to the city in a very short dress, so I had to take a good look at the Song Dynasty cities and rural areas under normal conditions. He had seen a lot of rural areas along the way, but the situation was very bad. Only the city, as long as it was not harassed by war, still maintains its old prosperity and vitality.

Just listening to the people's comments, it is obviously much harder than usual.

In the lively moments, several local farmers who came back from the Fuping Front passed by the Fucheng, came in to rest, and bought some goods to go home. They were carrying ropes and shoulder poles in their hands. Because they were short of money, they just squatted in front of the breakfast shop, smelling the fragrance, and waiting for the morning market to open. Not far away from them, several farmers who came to the city to sell fresh vegetables were also resting. The vegetable load was placed at their feet, and the dewdrops were shining. They were talking nonsense and did not dare to participate in the discussions of these citizens. Seeing the gentlemen of the same farmers, they couldn't help but step forward and inquire about the news on the front line.

Those civilians were obviously suffering, thin and tired, and because of the concerns of everyone, they had to force themselves to answer some questions.

But they were in the lower class, so they didn't know what happened. After a long time of question and answer, they only went over and over again: "The Jurchens are very fierce, but many died. We won the battle and many people died."

When asked the emperor, they all said, "I don't know, I don't know where the official family is now. However, we have seen the official family, riding a white horse and wearing a yellow robe, and people look very thin, but very energetic."

A civil servant saw that everyone looked a little disappointed, but emphasized with a smile: "I hit the official family opposite, and the official family smiled at me. I saw that although the emperor's face was not good, his eyes were very energetic. When I looked at me, it seemed that my face was shaved by a knife, which hurt very much."

"Ha ha……"

After he said that, everyone paused and laughed. Everyone knew that he was exaggerating, but describing the emperor like this also made everyone happy. The Song people were different from other dynasties and called the emperor the word "official family", but it was a recognition of the Song Dynasty's rule over the years and a manifestation of their satisfaction with the emperor's rule.

However, his civil and political affairs were satisfied, but his martial arts were poor. Emperor Jingkang Zhao Huan was the same. After escaping from the Five Kingdoms City, he became extremely heroic and martial, which made the people in the world respect him. Because of this, the citizens of the public and the rural people began to have various mythological descriptions and exaggerations of Zhao Huan, which was also a manifestation of people's psychological expectations.

Everyone laughed. The thick-browed boy smiled and went to the owner of the store, took out a hanging of money, bought dozens of oil cakes for a group of people outside, and brought two waiters to them, and smiled and said, "You have worked hard in front of you. These small things are not respectful. Please use them."

The few people looked uneasy and said to him: "Why are you embarrassed to let the young master settle the account?"

The young man waved his hand and said, "It's not worth a few, you will have to work harder."

"Oh, thank you, my son."

Several folks sighed in unison, took the oil cake and chewed it heavily. They were obviously tired and hungry, and they ate it sweetly with the oil cake and didn't bother to talk anymore.

The young man returned to his seat, sat down with a smile, and clasped his fists to the people in the shop who praised him, saying that this little thing was nothing.

Seeing that he looked calm and spoke sincerely, Zhao Huan felt good about Dasheng for a moment, and couldn't help but smile at him: "I don't know that this young master's name is a great name. If he does such a righteous thing, he will be blessed in the future."—

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