Prosperous

Yun Jing was slightly surprised, "Master, what do you mean... If you are a senior of the Sword God, you would be like the Sword God?"

Jun Tianfang pondered for a while and said softly: "The Song Dynasty court did make the people of Yanyutang so sad in the battle in Xiangyang. If it were me, I would probably have made a choice like the Sword God. It would be better to fight for the people than to fight for the king. Our vision is not as good as the Sword God senior, and our minds are far from that... But Zhang Jue and I are brothers and sisters, but we are too lazy to care about these things. The world's general trend is not something that we martial artists can control."

Yun Jing sighed lightly, "It would be great if Senior Sword God is willing to help the emperor, he is in the ultimate state..."

Jun Tianfang chuckled, "Don't worry, when the real dragon in Shu appears, the sword god will naturally have his choice. I can't say that he will return to the Song Dynasty by then."

As he said that, he glanced at the green mountains in the distance and sighed softly, "This desolate country is indeed time to see democracy..."

The two walked further and further along the official road.

And in the west, Wude, who was running against the rhyme and the music and dance were also talking.

Le Wu asked: "The master didn't kill those people?"

She had also seen the three of them leaving from afar, including the Lord of Pojun Palace, the Lord of Long Yu, and Wu Amiao.

Monk Wude said, "I have already escaped into the monks and will no longer kill people."

Le Wu pouted slightly and said, "Killing villains is equivalent to saving good people, and it is better to build a seventh-level pagoda."

Monk Wude turned his head and touched Le Wu's head, "Why are the Lord of Pojun Palace and Taki Yu the bad guys?"

Le Wu opened her mouth and couldn't answer, feeling a little aggrieved.

Wude said again: "The Lord of Pojun Palace has lived in the Academy for decades and has never been out of his hands. He has never been bleeding, and he has never harmed others. He just has his own master..."

Liwu lowered his head and felt like he had some enlightenment.

good?

bad?

There seems to be no clear boundaries, they are just subjective judgments based on people's hearts.

For example, Zhao Dongting is a good person in the hearts of the people, but will he be a good person in the hearts of the nobles who were killed by him and the Mongolians?

After a while, Lewu suddenly looked up, "Master, what is a good person?"

Monk Wude said: "In small terms, many good deeds such as helping the poor and helping the elderly and respecting the elderly can be called good people. In large terms, those who support the country, save all living beings, and promote great righteousness are also good people."

Lewu whispered, "Why is the emperor a good person?"

Wudedao: "For the great Song Dynasty, it is."

Time flies until the end of April.

Within the Dongsha Islands, the South Ring Road, the North Ring Road and the Crescent Island are all very lively.

Firecrackers are coming.

Countless pirates have since taken off their weapons and watched the island markets hanging red colors, red lanterns and other objects.

These islands have their shares.

They couldn't understand the word "shares...", but Liu Anfu Envoy had already said that they would have a share of the profits of the island market in the future.

This is enough.

And there were also the two leaders, Hong Niangzi and Liu Dao Wang, who swore in public, and they didn't think this would deceive them.

Now, in the eyes of the crowd, the big markets on the islands are finally about to open in a concentrated manner.

Envoy Liu and the generals of Guangnan West Road were divided into various islands to preside over the host.

Many merchants from coastal areas, Liuqiu, Mayi and other countries arrived early, all carrying large ships of cargo, preparing to trade in the market.

They received a message from the pirates early on and dared not to sell their face.

Moreover, although the market charges commissions, it is not as harsh as pirates plucking their hair, and they no longer have to worry about their lives. This is a great thing for them.

Compared with the profits that can be obtained from offshore transactions, the commission is really nothing.

So after the rumbling firecrackers, the market officially opened, and many vendors were hiring stalls and shops in the market.

Some are short-term rentals, while others are rich and powerful, and they even sign contracts for the next few years.

The market has just begun, and it is time to make a daily battle of gold.

Countless gold and silver were handed over by the wealthy businessmen to the officials responsible for the operation of the market, and then they gathered towards Hong Niangzi and Liu Xikuang's hands.

Hong Niangzi has diabolic masters, and Liu Xikuang has no shortage of dog-headed masters. These masters may not be considered talented, but they can always make up for the calculation.

When night fell and the Dongsha Islands quietly calmed down, excited laughter came from the Xinjian Mansion where Hong Niangzi and Liu Xikuang lived.

This was the first day, and the rent and tariffs they collected were actually worth half of the money they used to build the market.

The envoy Liu and the generals also stated that the money belongs to them. The entire Dongsha Islands were exempted from duty for three years.

This means that all the money will fall into the pockets of the people in the Dongsha Islands.

The money for building the market in the past was eventually obtained by the people on the island.

These two incomes can already surpass their previous gains of risking their lives to rob and robbery for more than half a year.

It was only then that the Hong Niangzi and Liu Xikuang realized that it was so easy to make money. They were naturally extremely lucky to surrender to Zhao Dongting.

At this point, the two were convinced by Zhao Dongting. The Dongsha Islands can be truly said to be the territory of the Song Dynasty.

Changsha City.

The official ship team who returned from the voyage finally came from Leizhou to outside Decheng.

There were more than a dozen large and small carriages, with hundreds of Guangnan West Road soldiers carrying guns and swords, and the carriages were filled with cargo.

The national flag of the Song Dynasty was all in the army and on the carriage.

This is enough to shock those in the world who want to cause trouble.

With the current power of the Song Dynasty, they are not able to make accomplices for tigers.

Zhao Dongting showed a passion beyond everyone's imagination for the return of the official ship team. He actually went to the city gate to greet him in person, which seemed extremely grand.

He called Lu Xiufu, the officials of the Ministry of Agriculture, to accompany him.

For the team leader who is just a sixth-rank official, this is a reception that is far beyond the specification.

As the team was approaching the city, Zhao Dongting quickly walked up to him, looking at the piles of goods behind the carriage, his eyes were filled with excitement.

Corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other things are enough to allow the Song Dynasty to have a prosperous era of people's livelihood in advance.

As long as there is enough food, it will not be difficult to develop other aspects in this era.

Food is the root of this era.

Wu Sanhai, the leader of the official ship, is from Leizhou. His face was not fair. He has been going to sea for more than two years and is now burning.

The trip to the sea also made the general of the former navy in Leizhou who was in his early forties look a little haggard.
Chapter completed!