Moreover, the pedestrians on the road are obviously not as numb and dull as in Wan Qing's photo. It can be said that they look and feel normal. The main reason is that there are no people wearing ragged rags, leaning on crutches, and holding broken bowls begging for food. This is too

It affects the style of painting.

"Sure enough, there are not even beggars at the feet of the emperor."

he said.

Zhang Xianzong smiled slightly, probably sensing that there was something wrong with what he said.

"When my father is the emperor, why are there still beggars? Those who are widowed, lonely, disabled and helpless are all taken care of by almshouses. They are given six pounds of rice per year. They have a house, food, clothes and clothing. If you have hands and feet but no land,

"Moreover, there are countless wastelands in the north. The imperial court gives you cattle, seeds, carts, and rations to cultivate them, but if you still beg for money, then you are obviously a rogue citizen. If you are captured and exiled, you will be forced to cultivate the land even if you don't want to cultivate it."

said the little princess.

Well, it is indeed very reasonable, but there is obviously something wrong with Zhang Xianzong's smile.

If you think about it, you will know that this kind of thing all depends on the character of local officials. Of course it is carried out well in the capital and surrounding areas, but thousands of miles away, do you still expect local officials to provide for these useless people in their old age? Similarly, during Zhu Yuanzhang's time, officials

He tightened his nerves and did not dare to slack off. After all, he was really peeling off skin and making grass. But without the high-pressure pressure of a powerful emperor like him, of course there would be no one to do it when other emperors came. Six shi meters a year and more than 500 kilograms.

Well, it would be great if the officials themselves were greedy for ink.

Yang Feng looked around. The still-new towering city walls stood tall in the morning light, and the city towers looked like towering giants overlooking the protected living beings.

This is the strongest city wall in the world currently.

It is made of hundreds of millions of green bricks bonded together.

At least in this era, there are really no weapons that can destroy it, and even in another two hundred years, there will probably be no artillery that can threaten it.

As for the Urban cannon, I'm afraid it won't work either.

That thing fired granite cannonballs, made of stone. The strength of the cannonballs was not much stronger than these city bricks. Even if some of the blue bricks could be broken by hitting it, they would definitely have been broken by the impact. This city wall is not bricks covered with rammed earth, but pure bricks.

It is made of blue bricks, but the inner and outer layers have different adhesives due to cost considerations. Unless you keep bombarding an area with this kind of artillery shells, it will be slowly chewed away over time, but there are only a few Urban cannons.

With a rate of fire of one round per hour and a pitiful lifespan, it would have already exploded before it could chew through the city of Nanjing.

It was hoped that Urban's artillery would blast away the city of Nanjing and tire the attackers to death.

However……

In the following hundreds of years, the city never really stopped the invaders.

The entire city was massacred twice.

"what's on your mind?"

the little princess asked curiously.

"I wonder if such a strong wall can prevent escape and surrender?"

Yang Feng said.

"Zhang Hanlin, where do you want to go?"

A voice suddenly sounded from in front.
Chapter completed!