It was almost noon, Qingyan arranged everything in the mansion, and Yin took Qingyan to the carriage and prepared to go to the downtown area of ​​Yangzhou to see.

A commercial street was opened near the house of the salt merchant, and there were many local small workshops, which were very rich in Jiangnan characteristics. After the opening of Dongguan Street, it soon became a place where the people of Yangzhou often went. Everyone would gather here automatically when they went to the market every five or ten.

Today, it is March 20th, which is considered a big market in Yangzhou. In addition, the imperial guards are in person, and the markets of the people are closed near the palace and other courtyards.

The only place within a radius of dozens of kilometers was able to go to the market. In order to supplement the family income, the people had to work hard to walk over.

The Qingyan carriage slowly drove out of the streets of the ministers' courtyards. Even the carriages were a little bumpy. She watched the people hiding from the carriages from afar, and there were some muddy places on both sides of the road.

However, the sanitary conditions are much better than those in small counties. For the arrival of the emperor, the roads here have been crushed by ox carts.

"Si4, is this downtown area?" Qing Yan asked.

Yin nodded, and the two went out in clothes dressed like rich Han businessmen. Qingyan wore a goose-yellow long skirt, with a pink shirt on it, with magnolia flowers embroidered on it.

"It's a relatively lively market in Yangzhou!" Yin said directly, "Compared with other places, this place can be rectified before the Emperor Ama's southern tour."

Yin looked at the tidy road and felt extremely moved.

Once upon a time, he went to Jiangnan to do a job and happened to pass by Yangzhou. The muddy roads and dirty environment made him rush past without stopping.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           �

ah?!

Qingyan opened her mouth slightly, is this still a matter of rectification?

"Elu mentioned that to prevent Emperor Ama from visiting privately, Cao Yin asked the ministers below to gather the shanty towns and beggars in the same place, which was very far away from here." Yin explained.

Qingyan finally understood why something was wrong. There would be beggars in other places, but there was not a single one here.

Could it be that Emperor Ama doesn’t doubt it?

"Fourth, the people here are still wearing linen clothes, and they are obviously blinding the emperor." Qingyan has to say that the people seen here are very different from those in the nearby small county towns.

On that day, they visited privately in private, and the people near the county town wore good silk clothes.

"Haha, the prefect of that place is a member of the Hesheli clan. They got the news early and understood that when the emperor returned, do you think they would make the people look miserable?" Yin snorted coldly.

Kangxi had already sent Tulichen to investigate. Now the county magistrate there has increased taxes, and he has transported a large amount of volume to Beijing every year. Some of the Soetu given by Xiaojing was replaced by silver and sent to the palace.

She approached the window and looked at the streets where the people began to sit along the road with small businesses, bustling hawking sounds, but she didn't understand.

"The dialect here?" Qingyan always felt that the people here were talking softly.
Chapter completed!