Helian Luo wrote a letter, and Yang Xuan ordered the Jin Yiwei to send it to Tanzhou immediately.

Of course, the grain that the Helianluo family could sell was far from enough to meet the possible gaps in northern Xinjiang. Yang Xuan sent people to Kunzhou to send a message and brought in the northern Liao worm Yelvshu.

"Tell him to bring in more grain merchants and we will share the blessings!"

This matter was secretive, but both Liu Qing and Song Zhen were informed.

"Even if there is a drought, the food stored in northern Xinjiang will be enough to tide over the difficulties!"

Liu Qing handed the account book to Song Zhen, "Thanks to Zitai's plan last year, almost all the money from the Northern Xinjiang government was used to purchase grain, so we can be calm this year."

"Then why is he still messing with food?" Song Zhen took the account book and looked at it.

"I don't know either. He refuses to talk about many things." Liu Qing said with a smile.

Song Zhen frowned, "Why do I think you are trying to trick me into asking Zitai?"

"Haha!" Liu Qing smiled, "I'm just in a good mood."

He liked to watch Song Zhen step into this small circle step by step, and in the end he had no choice but to stand behind Yang Xuan and work together to fight against rebellion.

But, don't rush.

Otherwise, when Song Zhen hears about Zitai's identity, he might have other thoughts, such as escaping from afar.

After all, not everyone has the courage to rebel.

If you fail to do this, you will die. There is no third way.

Liu Qing has completely joined the pirate ship, and now he is hooking up with Song Zhen step by step.

"I met the deputy envoy."

Yang Xuan came in.

His expression was unusually gloomy and filled with anger.

"Who provoked you?"

Liu Qing asked.

Yang Xuan sat down and drank a cup of tea first to suppress his anger. "The family in Lu County has spoken. The drought is a sign of heaven and man."

Liu Qing's expression suddenly changed and became more serious, "That family has a high status, even if they are in the court, they have to give face. They have been raised by Rong for these years, and it seems that they are unwilling to be lonely."

"The heavens sensed that Zitai acted against the will, so that God brought disaster!" Song Zhen looked at Yang Xuan and said with a smile, "Does Zitai have a chill down his spine?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, "If there is really some kind of telepathy from heaven and man, why must there be a killing every few hundred years, killing all the people in the house and then doing it all over again?"

He has always felt that this reincarnation-like historical trend is more like a game in a scroll.

He controlled the game, finished a node, cleared all data, and then started again.

Liu Qing said: "Zhao Yun's status is respected, but in the past, the head of the Zhao family rarely talked about government affairs. Is it because of the instigation of the Zhao family in Dengzhou that he took action this time?"

Song Zhen asked: "Zhao family in Dengzhou?"

Liu Qing smiled and said: "Last time Zitai purged Dengzhou's powerful people, the Zhao family branch was also implicated."

Song Zhen sighed: "That's the Zhao family! Even if it's just a branch, no one will touch him unless he makes people angry. Why are you doing this?"

"Can't you punish the scholar-bureaucrats?" Yang Xuan felt that this kind of thinking was dangerous. "There must be a class, otherwise the world will be in chaos."

The idea that everyone is of the same class is unrealistic. Yang Xuan looked at the history of this world and the history of the world in the scroll, and found one thing in common.

No matter which dynasty or generation it is, no matter what methods that dynasty uses to govern the country, classes will eventually form.

Again, as long as people have desires, classes will naturally arise.

"The law is the final dignity and the final check and balance. When the law is useless to the powerful and the so-called Zhao Zi's family, then this law will be spurned by the people in the world. Without the dignity of the law, the bottom line of this dynasty

It was penetrated."

Yang Xuan said: "A dynasty has several bottom lines. It is these bottom lines that emperors and rulers must defend."

This was his philosophy of governance, and Liu Qing recorded it, and he would have to act accordingly in the future.

Yang Xuan stood up and said, "You are not guilty of what you said. Leave Zhao's words aside. Let's wait and see!"

"That's fine."

Song Zhen said: "If there is a conflict with the Zhao family at this moment, all the literati in the north will side with his family. It's good to be patient."

The corners of Yang Xuan's mouth raised slightly, "What Mr. Song said is true."

Liu Qing, who knew him well, sighed and thought to himself: Mr. Zhao was well fed, yet he dared to stab Zitai at this moment. It seems that nothing is wrong now, but what about the future?

If Zitai succeeds in revolting against rebellion, how will the Zhao family deal with it when Zitai takes up the banner of rebellion?

After Zitai succeeds in revolting, Mrs. Zhao will feel regretful.

The Zhao Zi lineage seems to be destined to decline for a period of time.

Yang Xuan said: "I'm going to go out, but it's hard to say when."

"Where to go?"

"Nangui City."

Isn't this just an inspection?

The two old men nodded.

"Just go." Liu Qing continued busy.

Song Zhen slapped his waist with his backhand, "I have never been so busy when I was at the Chang'an Military Department."

Yang Xuan didn't feel any guilt at all for subjugating the two old men, "I'll give you a deluxe version of the Rejuvenation Pill later, and I'll send you some."

Liu Qing frowned, "I don't need that thing."

Song Zhen said calmly: "It's a medicine with three parts poison."

"However, I have become quite interested in medical skills recently."

"I have a friend who is a little weak."

hehe!

Yang Xuan said sincerely: "I'll send it to you later."

Then he set off with hundreds of horses.

"Yang Gou is gone."

Cheers came from dozens of mansions.

"The weather is evil. There will probably be a drought this year. Yang Gou is anxious, but he is not the Dragon King. How can he still make clouds and rain?"

"Remember this year, we won't sell any food."

"All the food in my family is used to feed the pigs. If the pigs can't finish eating, they will be burned!"

…

Along the way there were fields cultivated this year, and the crops looked a little listless.

Not far away, hundreds of people were digging wells, which was very lively.

Yang Xuan rode his horse to the river.

The prisoners were digging ditches, and when they saw him, they all knelt on the ground.

The official leading the team came over and said, "I've seen the deputy envoy."

Yang Xuan pointed at the ditch with his riding crop, "How long will it take to extend across?"

The official said: "It will take about ten days."

"Slow down!" Yang Xuan said: "The crops wait for no one."

"But..." the official smiled bitterly, "there are not enough manpower."

"Let those who are idle come."

Yang Xuan almost thought about where to get some prisoners.

But thinking about how to mobilize troops at this moment, and the impact of the drought, it would be easy to cause trouble, so I stopped this idea.

"Record."

Yang Xuan said solemnly on horseback.

Jiang He'er skillfully took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. A follower took out a wooden board. Jiang He'er put the paper on it and looked up at Yang Xuan.

"Except for the manpower necessary for defense, all the troops stationed in various places are dispatched to help local areas repair ditches. This order is sent out immediately, and all places will act immediately after receiving the order. Whoever delays or neglects will be severely punished!"

Jiang Heer finished writing it and read it to Yang Xuan.

She had a good family background, had been studying since she was a child, and later gained a lot of experience. Her political decrees were written with good literary grace and accurate wording.

"Send it to Jiedu Envoy's Mansion and send it out immediately!"

You must talk to Liu Qing and Song Zhen about this kind of thing.
To be continued...