Journey to the heavens starting from the Conferred God - 476. Chapter 471 Sweating

After Dong Bohou’s motorcade passed, nothing happened again, and Jiang Ziya continued to follow the pedestrians towards Chaoge City.

Today, Chaoge and Jiang Ziya had some changes when they left their hometown to ask for immortals.

However, these changes are relatively subtle, and Jiang Ziya is only faintly aware. If you want to know the specific situation, you still need to observe it yourself.

After walking around the city for a few hours, Jiang Ziya shook his head slightly and turned towards the outskirts of the city.

Those relatively precious news are only known to people with certain identities.

He has no identity now, and spying in the city is like a headless fly, and he can’t detect anything of value at all.

“I remember, the Song clan where Brother Yi is located, although he is not at the top level, is considered to be a nobleman in the middle and lower classes of Chaoge.

“I have been away from home for decades, and I don’t know what the righteous brother is doing now?”

Jiang Ziya hurried to the outskirts of the city.

Chaoge is the heartland of the human race, much safer than other places, especially in the suburbs. A large number of powerful and nobles, as well as the fallen aristocrats who barely maintain a certain inheritance, have built a large number of manors on the outskirts of the city.

Songjiazhuang was built by a branch of the Song family of Chaoge.

Jiang Ziya’s ancestor came from Dongyi, and he was also the royal descendant of one of the tribes. However, the tribes of the ancestors have long been destroyed by the Dashang, and the blood left over has also been merged by the Dashang.

Just like Jiang Ziya, he didn’t regard himself as an Eastern barbarian at all, and he didn’t have the slightest yearning for the blood of the ancestor’s royal family. He only regarded himself as an ordinary citizen in Dashang.

soon.

Walking like flying, Jiang Ziya saw a manor on the south side of the road from a distance. After countless years of reproduction, this manor was no longer different from an ordinary village.

The most striking thing in Zhuangzi is a vast courtyard.

When Jiang Ziya walked to the entrance of Zhuangzi, his pace slowed down, and he looked around with some emotion. The sight of Songjiazhuang and his departure had not changed much.

Well, it’s not unchanged.

There are more people in the village, and there are also many men and women with slave marks left on their bodies…

Jiang Ziya’s eyes stayed on them for a while and then he withdrew. It is not surprising that slaves may be released and become ordinary people if they make contributions.

“You… are you?”

While Jiang Ziya was constantly observing, a seemingly 50- or 60-year-old old man was walking out of the courtyard with his hands on his back, with a certain tolerance.

The old man swept his gaze as usual, suddenly his expression changed, and he saw Jiang Ziya standing in the distance wearing a Taoist robe!

“Brother Yi, I am Ziya!”

After Jiang Ziya saw the old man, there was a hint of excitement on his calm face. The old man opposite was Song Yiren, his righteous brother in his youth.

…

Song Mansion.

In the hall, Jiang Ziya and Song Yiren both had a sorrowful look. They thought they were still young. After the death of their parents, Jiang Ziya realized the impermanence of life and death, and wanted to go to find the immortal and ask.

This walk is decades of time.

When they met again, they were already old men with white beards and white hair.

Of course, Song Yiren didn’t have many cultivation bases, he was a real old man, and Jiang Ziya was just a restrained spirit, and didn’t use cultivation bases to maintain physical appearance changes.

In comparison, his body is dozens of times healthier than normal, and it is not a problem to be a general in armor.

“After so many years, you have no news. Brother Wei thought that he would never be able to get together with you again in this life… Well, it’s good to come back, it’s good to come back!”

Song Yiren sighed again and again.

Jiang Ziya followed Brother Yi’s words and sighed again, and then he began to transfer the topic to other places.

“Not at home for decades, Chaoge seems to have changed a lot from before. The city has become more prosperous, and there have been many more people in Zhuangzi. The prosperity of the country and the people live in peace. This is not bad!”

Jiang Ziya exclaimed.

When Yiren Song heard this, he was somewhat noncommittal, and shook his head slightly, and said, “Is the change not small, but I don’t know whether the change is good or bad!”

“What do you mean by Brother Yi?”

Jiang Ziya quickly asked.

Song Yiren sighed: “When the first emperor was on the throne, the song has not changed much, but since the current king came to the throne, changes have begun, especially in the past few years!”

“The king abolished many temples outside the city, and many aristocrats in Chaoge City exiled more than a dozen of them… The most important thing is that the king used slaves outside the city to farm land and provide food and grass for Taishi Wen. Ten thousand slaves became civilians!”

“Hundreds of thousands of civilians, most of them scattered to farms outside the city, and a small number of slaves who were actually promoted into small officials. The king is an aristocrat who deliberately suppresses the song!”

Jiang Ziya nodded slightly. I very much agree with Song Yiren’s views.

Suppress nobles and promote slaves!

Di Xin’s actions were not deliberately hidden, many people could see it. However, Song Yiren and most of the nobles only saw that Emperor Xin suppressed the nobles, but did not realize the other side’s divine will.

“This is a warning!”

Jiang Ziya sighed repeatedly in his heart, he was proficient in strategy, his mind turned extremely fast, and he understood Di Xin’s mind when he moved his mind.

Di Xin used these methods to warn the nobles of Chaoge, let them realize that the emperor is the master of the big business.

If you don’t obey the orders of the Emperor, you can knock them out of the dust at any time and replace them with others.

As for deliberately suppressing nobles and promoting slaves, they are all means, not ends.

After all, the hundreds of thousands of slaves are just a drop in the ocean compared to the entire Dashang native territory.

Even if Di Xin wanted to promote talents, he would not faint, thinking that he could rely on these slaves to replace the nobles who had lasted countless years.

“This great king has a good method. If you can make the nobles surrender and promote some talents from the civilian slaves, you can make Dashang more dynamic, but it is too hard. I am afraid that the suppressed nobles will be convinced. Dissatisfied! There will be hidden dangers in the future!”

Jiang Ziya’s eyes flickered.

Although the methods were still a bit immature, Jiang Ziya felt astonished when he thought of the time when the great king would take the throne.

Mainly because he is too young, if he can practice for a period of time, maybe Di Xin will become mature.

“If the king is mature, he will have the appearance of a Mingjun!”

Jiang Ziya nodded secretly.

As a courtier, what worries most is naturally that the monarch is mediocre, talented and useless. Jiang Ziya can infer from Brother Yi’s words and the sights he saw in Chaoge that Di Xin is not a mediocre king.

After arriving at this point, Jiang Ziya naturally had a tendency in his heart.

“When I was on the mountain, several seniors had a good impression of Qingzhou. If I were not from my hometown in Chaoge, I might just go to Qingzhou!”

Just when Jiang Ziya’s thoughts were floating. Song Yiren seemed to think of something.

“By the way, there has been an incident in Chaoge recently. It is said that Qingzhou Hou issued a memorial to ask the king to go to the Wahuang Temple outside the city to hold a big sacrifice to confess his mistake, otherwise it will shake the fortune of the Great Merchants…”

“Haha, this memorial of the Qingzhou Hou can make the king look very angry.”

Wa Huang Temple? Admit wrong?

Jiang Ziya trembled in his heart, frowned, and hurriedly asked why.

Song Yiren immediately laughed and said the reason for the matter…

“Wa Palace… mention poems? Marry back to Changle to serve the emperor?”

Jiang Ziya’s eyelids jumped wildly, and the next moment, his forehead and back were sweating…