Even if Yangzhou is placed in the long and colorful river of Chinese history, with those emperor capitals that have been famous for all ages, it is also the pearl that will not be concealed by light, because of the commerce here and the cultural accumulation here.

Since the Grand Canal of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Yangzhou, which is at the fortress of Caohe, has become synonymous with wealth and elegance. How much wealth, money and grain are traveling south and north along the canal, how many literati and poets have left immortal poems here - they have 100,000 chunks of cranes and ride cranes to Yangzhou; the old friend bids the Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks are in the middle of Yangzhou...

Among these poems sung by later generations, Yangzhou City has always been a place of wealth and romance. When it comes here, there is only joy and indulgence. All worries in the world will disappear. But is this really the case?

The Yangzhou Prefecture City that Li Ling, who stood in front of this big city, was obviously very different from the Yangzhou City he saw from poetry books. This is the real Yangzhou and the dilapidated Yangzhou.

In the bleak autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves kept drifting in the wind and landing on the city wall full of mottled scars and broken walls. Even though the rebellion was a month or two ago, the scars it left on the city were still fresh. Even in the mud not far from Li Ling's horse, you can see the little black and red after the blood dried up.

Outside the city, the rural villages and towns that were not protected by the city walls were even more scorched earth. Li Ling along the way could not see a few families, let alone those who rebuilt their homes like Huating and Jinling. It is obvious that this rebellion has hit the entire Yangzhou area much stronger than elsewhere, and the harm to the local people is not only physically, but also spiritually.

In this case, the governor not only did not allocate silver to provide disaster relief, but also had to collect taxes for this year as much as possible. This was almost an impossible task for Li Ling, who was already the prefect of Yangzhou. He could imagine that every step next would inevitably be difficult.

"Young Master, are we going to the city?" Li Moyun asked casually without Li Ling's feelings.

Li Ling then calmed down and nodded: "Going to the city. What I mean is to hide my identity first and visit it in a vague manner. After having a clear understanding of the current situation in Yangzhou, it will not be too late to enter the government office."

Li Moyun nodded, and the two of them immediately rode their horses forward, and soon arrived at the same damaged city gate that seemed to collapse at any time. Then they were stopped by several frowning soldiers: "Where are you from? Have you ever been in the way to lead things?"

When they asked, Li Ling, who had already dismounted and walked, frowned, and he still missed this. In various parts of Dayue, especially in the developed commercial Jiangnan region, the people are actually not strictly bound by the people. Unless there is something big, they usually only check their luggage when entering and leaving the city, and rarely check the road to the entrance. Li Ling also believed that there was no need to make arrangements in Yangzhou, and he had not issued several available offices for them in Huating County.
Chapter completed!