Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

Although they were marching in a hurry, Ning Fan also surveyed along the way and took notes on the living conditions of the people along the way.

To Ning Fan, who had traveled back from the next life, the situation of the people in Dakang could only be described as horrific.

In this era, it is not easy for people to survive. The average life span is only more than thirty years. People are like cattle and horses from birth, and they spend their whole lives in endless labor and ignorant and numb life.

"Life should not be like this. At least food, clothing, and shelter should be guaranteed."

Ning Fan saw the numb expressions on the faces of those poor people, and his heart felt like a knife. These were the subjects under his rule.

"The people who are in chaos are not as good as the peace dogs. Now a large area of ​​​​Dakang is still in a state of peace. You must know that once the war breaks out again, the lives of these people will be even more difficult."

Xiao Lingxi also sighed.

However, he immediately changed the topic and looked at Ning Fan with admiring eyes and said: "But I heard that the situation in the seven provinces south of the Yangtze River has been completely reversed. A large amount of land has been distributed to ordinary people. Those landlords and local tyrants Wealth that is always directly deprived, where everyone is equal, is infinitely closer to reality.”

"Zhou Qun's ability is quite good. The seven provinces of Jiangnan occupy almost 60% of the area of ​​Dakang. He only relied on less than 100,000 imperial guards to completely control the seven provinces of Jiangnan. Those officials and those aristocratic families , those sects don’t dare to compete with him, which shows that Zhou Qun’s ability is absolutely reliable.”

In front of Xiao Lingxi, Ning Fan spoke highly of Zhou Qun's work.

While the two were sitting in the carriage talking about problems and the current situation, a guard suddenly came to report that the inn ahead was empty and they wanted to change horses but could not find anyone.

This sudden situation caused Ning Fan to temporarily stop his hurried journey. Looking at the deserted and dilapidated station in front of him, Ning Fan felt angry in his heart.

The post station is also the most important infrastructure in Dakang, and has important tasks such as transmitting information. The post station belongs to the Car and Horse Department of the Ministry of War and is the most important grassroots administrative agency in the entire country.

Some urgent decrees from the imperial court and the delivery of urgent new information require the post to undertake the task.

The imperial court also allocated a large amount of money to the post station every year. This shocked Ning Fan that the post station in Pingzhou, close to Pingnan Pass, was abandoned.

If you can't switch to horses, you can't move on. You have to stay here for at least one or two days, because horses can't operate at high load for a long time.

If the horses are forcibly driven forward, if the horses die on the way, the team's forward speed will be greatly slowed down, or even cannot be found for a while. If the horses are replaced, the team will have no choice but to stop moving forward.

The military situation was raging, and Ning Fan was obsessed with getting to Pingyuan as soon as possible. He did not expect to encounter such a situation when he was approaching Pingnan Pass and Pingzhou. To be honest, his heart was filled with anger and he was almost swallowed up by anger.

"Notify the officials in Pingzhou immediately and come to the inn to meet me."

Ning Fan was furious and furious.

The accompanying people lit a bonfire in the yard, and everyone immediately felt the warmth brought by the flames. The accompanying royal chef also prepared a sumptuous dinner for Ning Fan, but unfortunately Ning Fan could not eat a bite.

The war in the northwest is raging. The northwest rebels and the Huns are galloping across the vast land in the northwest, killing civilians at will.

According to the content of the memorial that Huang Chao submitted to the court, the population of the northwest has dropped by almost one-third in just a few months. Thinking of these almost bloody figures, Ning Fan can't even sleep at night. Awakened by cold sweat.

If Ning Fan is still the sixth prince, he can stand by and watch some things in this country.

Once he became the emperor of this country, the heavy responsibilities he shouldered would make Ning Fan breathless.

It seemed that the fate of everyone in the entire country was closely related to him, the king, and Ning Fan must be responsible for their lives and happiness.

So after learning the true situation in the northwest through Huang Chao's memorial, Ning Fan could hardly sleep at night, and his heart was full of haggard. He hurriedly arranged everything in Kyoto, and then rushed to Pingnanguan without stopping.

I thought I would be able to rush to Pingnanguan as quickly as possible on this journey, but I didn't know that I encountered a post station designated by the imperial court in Pingzhou, which was abandoned privately.

When the people accompanying him saw Ning Fan's angry look, they didn't dare to interrupt. They were all silent. Ning Fan didn't dare to eat, and these people didn't dare to eat either. Everyone had been running all day, but at this time... The mood was extremely depressing.

In the latter part of the night, Ning Fan was sitting by the fire reading a book when the sound of galloping horses woke him up.

He raised his head, and the surrounding guards suddenly stood up and began to set up defenses outside the courtyard.

The emperor is stationed here, so these guards dare not relax at all times and respond immediately to any disturbance.

Ning Fan was not panicked, after all, it was not that easy to encounter enemies on his own territory.

The power of those aristocratic families has gone through rounds of purges. Not to say that they have been completely extinguished, but they have basically been suppressed to the point where they cannot lift their heads.

"Your Majesty, Liu Hongjiang from the Pingzhou Prefecture is asking for an audience."

His subordinates came in to report, but Ning Fan just put on a cold face. He put down his book and said coldly: "Let him come in and talk."

Not long after, a short, fat man hurried in from outside. The man was about 1.6 meters tall and had a mustache on his chubby lips.

The whole person looked shrewd and a little stupid. After seeing Ning Fan's cold gaze, Liu Hongjiang knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Master Liu, if you are not sleeping with your concubine in your arms in your own mansion late at night, why are you here with me?"

Ning Fan asked knowingly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Liu Hong was so frightened by Ning Fan's tone that he quickly kowtowed to Ning Fan and begged for mercy in a tearful tone: "Your Majesty, I didn't know that Your Majesty's Holy Emperor came here, and I missed the welcome from afar. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." crime."

"Do I need you to greet me? Who do you think you are?"

Ning Fan stared at Liu Hongjiang with wide eyes, and his stern tone almost frightened Liu Hongjiang to the point where his heart stopped beating.

"Your Majesty, I am aware of my guilt. Your Majesty, please spare my life."

Liu Hongjiang, the prefect of Pingjiang, kowtowed desperately, trying to get Ning Fan to give in.

"If I kill you indiscriminately, I'm afraid you won't accept it even in the underworld. Then let me ask you, why is there no one in this inn?"

Ning Fan put his hands behind his back and stared at Liu Hongjiang coldly.