Shuilongyin·Preface to "The Financial Prime Minister of Daliang"
Seventeen years of rain on Qianzhou Road, the moss marks on the soles of boots are still there.
The lonely lamp and dry well, the ruined tablets and broken slips, were recast by the Mohists.
The controversy over salt and iron, new laws on farmland management, and the beginning of trade routes.
Calculate the taxes in the south of the Yangtze River, the keys to the sea frontier, and so many things, let's count them from the beginning.
I once remembered an old saying from Chang'an, about the ruined mountains and the wind and rain.
The lonely cicada refuses, and the sound of autumn is getting old. Who can complain about this?
Wan Guo Qiang Sail, Jiu Gai Industry, a century-old chess game.
When it is collected again and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are accounted for, it will be a gift to the common people.
Looking at the sea tide·Daliang new chapter
Jiuzhou is a beautiful city, a thousand-year city, and Daliang has been prosperous since ancient times.
The old rules of salt and iron, the new rules of field management, and the number of households of one hundred thousand people.
Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless.
The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.
The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers.
The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish.
Thousands of horsemen with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze.
There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.
