"I'm sorry to show you the accounts of the new accounts and the old accounts. Zhao Sui heard from the clerk below that even if the old accounts were followed, the grain in the mansion was overstated by more than half."
"There is an old saying, old sesame seeds rotten millet. It refers to the grain in these public warehouses." Madam glanced at him sideways, "Does he think that this is a new thing that only happened in the past two years?"
Huang Rulin pursed his lips: "Brother Zhao didn't listen to my advice and planned to write this matter as an internal reference report. Before he finished writing, the person was gone."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I just feel that Brother Zhao died so unjustly." Huang Rulin sighed, "Obviously the warehouse is a mess, but everyone still has to work hard to whitewash it and go through a lot of troubles. How long can this be kept secret?
Once the king orders the opening of granaries to store grain, won't it be exposed immediately?"
"That was then, and now is now. Even if it is a thunder, it should not explode in your hands!" Madam hit the nail on the head, "Before the king exposes it himself, whoever dares to explode will be blown up.
Shattered to pieces! Isn’t Zhao Saki a lesson to others?”
"His death was used as a warning to us. You and Zhao Siao are always close, maybe you are being targeted now!" Madam said coldly, "Who knows what Zhao Siao went through before he died?
No one was forced to confess. He told you the secret about the loss of food in the army warehouse, and you were also in danger."
Huang Rulin bit the bullet and asked, "Wait a minute, didn't you just say that this was all a semi-public secret?"
"Semi-open secrets cannot be brought to the table, let alone submitted to your desk." Madam glared at Huang Rulin, "When you are an official, you have to abide by the rules. You can keep your place in peace and avoid causing trouble.
.My son and I don’t want to become an orphan and a widowed mother!”
"Save it, save it." Even so, Huang Rulin still looked concerned.
After serving as an official for several years, not only could he not share his worries with you, but he also worked hard to hide it. Zhao Siao knew everything about what happened in the warehouse, how could other high-ranking officials not know about it?
If everyone doesn't talk about it, it won't happen.
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"The little salary you receive is not enough to give me three hairpins a month, so why do you worry about the monarch?" The lady sneered, "Did the mansion be emptied in one day? How could you have done it in earlier days and years?
Aren’t you worried?”
Huang Rulin was silenced by the training.
"Besides, in which year did food prices not rise? In which year did the refugees not cause trouble? In which year did granary warehouses not come to light? So what? No matter how big the hole is, it will eventually be filled; no matter how hard life is, won't we eventually be able to survive?
"The lady almost reached out and poked Huang Rulin's forehead, "Tell me, how different is this year from last year and the year before that?"
Every word she said makes sense. Which year is the national treasury not in deficit, which year is not tight in money and food, and it is common for refugees to make troubles. There will always be a big one every two or three years. Tianshui City has summed up how to deal with it.
Routine. Huang Rulin said: "I know."
"Don't be the leader, keep your mouth shut. Even if someone takes the lead, don't follow suit!" Madam reminded her, "By the way, ask someone to buy another thousand kilograms of grain. We are short of it at home, so we can stock up on it."
!Don’t you have a colleague who can buy cheap food?”
"He, there aren't many of them anymore, and the discounts have come up." Huang Rulin was also glad that no matter how high the food prices outside were, the people had to endure it. Fortunately, the officials still had a way to maintain a basic supply, and the prices were low.
It's 20 to 30% lower than outside.
Twenty to three percent is probably the dividing line between what you can afford and what you can't afford.
"Then go quickly!" The lady sighed, "Food is priced every day. These days are really sad."
Relying on my husband's meager salary, it is almost a problem for the family to eat.
When Mr. and Mrs. Huang walked out of the house, a little spider jumped up on the wall and quickly slipped outside Huang's house.
There is a special person waiting by the high wall behind the house to take it back to Yongquan Villa.
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"Far news, far news!"
There was a fluttering sound outside the house, and He Lingchuan knew as soon as he heard it that a large bird had landed in the garden.
Sure enough, a few breaths later a long beak came in from the window and tilted its head at him: "He Island Master?"
This is a blue-gray Demoiselle Crane with an elegant posture. The cluster of white ear feathers behind its red eyes is particularly eye-catching. It is smaller than other cranes, but it is an expert at flying long distances.
"It's me."
"Far news from the Yangshan Islands!" This Demoiselle Crane had a cheerful character. Without saying anything, he spit out a small copper tube from his crop.
Lingguang hurriedly handed over two bottles of elixirs and asked it again: "I have a pot of yellow powder larvae there. It was originally reserved for experiments. Do you want to eat it?"
"Eat!" Winter is not a good season for foraging, and this crane is not picky.
He Lingchuan took the copper tube, opened it, and took out two letters from inside.
When he heard the letter from the Yangshan Islands, he was a little worried, wondering if there were changes in the surrounding areas of Yangshan. As of now, this archipelago is still his foundation, and nothing can happen to him.
However, the content of the first letter had nothing to do with Yang Shan himself, but instead conveyed a piece of information to him.
This piece of information comes from the more distant West:
Kite country.
After King Yuan "died" of illness, all the royal troops under his command were under the control of He Chunhua. The royalist party headed by General Zhao Pan only obeyed He Chunhua's orders, and their momentum became more and more powerful.
In the past year or so, He Chunhua had been fighting endlessly with the former head of the Yuan Kingdom and the Grand Sima Dong Haoming. They fought eleven major and minor battles, and gradually gained the upper hand.
Finally, two months ago, He Chunhua defeated Dong Haoming's most trusted ace master, killed more than 11,000 enemies, chased him all the way, and drove Dong Haoming into the Panlong Desert.
Dong Haoming was desperate and committed suicide.
After his death, the Wuzhou army surrendered, and officials dedicated the city and knelt to welcome Chunhua's arrival.
He Chunhua wiped out the entire Dong clan, including his close relatives, a total of 817 people.
After the old King Yuan slaughtered the He family, he felt guilty for a moment and left He Chunhua alive. As a result, he left a curse for himself, and his descendants and the dynasty were destroyed by his hands. Of course, He Chunhua would not make this kind of mistake.
The civil war in Yuan Dynasty is over, but the bloody storm in the capital has just begun.
After He Chunhua gathered military power, he returned to the capital, or marched into the original Yuan capital with a large army, demoted all the original Yuan court officials to civilians, and kept each official family a maximum of one hundred taels of silver, and all the remaining family property was confiscated; all those who were evil and corrupt were
, his property was confiscated, and he was beheaded in public.
All officials related to the He family's frame-up case in the past were quartered.
Once the emperor and the courtiers came, the whole country changed in the blink of an eye. Half a year ago, it was a man who was superior to others, but now he has become a ghost under the sword.
In those days, Yuan killed many people.
Before this news came, He Chunhua ascended the throne with lightning speed and proclaimed himself king, naming the country "Shen".
Seeing this, He Lingchuan let out a long breath: "He Chunhua finally got his wish!"
The He family was nearly wiped out, and He Chunhua endured hardships for twenty years before finally taking revenge and ascending to the throne!
How bad is his start? Almost everyone in the He family was raided and killed. King Lao Yuan refused to admit his mistakes. The injustice of the He family has never been redressed. He Chunhua was still underage when he was sent to the border as the last son of the He family. King Lao Yuan was against the He family
His guilt was limited to not beating him into slavery and allowing him to fend for himself.
In this way, He Chunhua was able to make a comeback against the wind, step by step, get to where he is today, and finally reach the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan in the name of revenge.
From an outsider's perspective, He Chunhua's experience is like a cheating revenge drama involving a male protagonist.
He Lingchuan could imagine He Chunhua's elation and joy at this moment!
Not only to destroy his clan, but also to seize his country, this is He Chunhua's revenge.
For him, hatred is the best motivation, and hatred is also the cup of bitter wine he drinks before tasting the fruits of the harvest.
The soul-catching mirror smiled and said: "Congratulations, you will become the prince in the blink of an eye!"
"What kind of prince?" He Lingchuan sneered, "This body is just a little bit related to He Chunhua. There is no way he can pass the throne to me, and I don't care about his position."
He Chunhua was in the prime of life, and now he was enthroned as king. He was very proud of himself. How could he consider establishing a crown prince?
From now on, He Chunhua will be called a loner. Even if he loves his second son He Yue, he will not be in a hurry to confer the title of crown prince.
Don't use profit to test human nature, and don't let your son have unworthy thoughts. A shrewd person like He Chunhua will not fail to understand such a simple truth.
"But Mrs. Ying really rose to the top in one step." He Chunhua's first wife, Mrs. Ying, has been named queen and has entered the palace. "'There are flowers in bloom, purple clouds in the night, hey, the signature of Shuiling in Xianling Village is really effective, Shen
The country abandoned its old capital and established its new capital in Yuncheng."
Back then, Mrs. Ying drew lots at Shui Ling Temple in Xianling Village. Everyone else's lots were not good, but she was the only one who got the top one.
He Lingchuan could imagine Mrs. Ying's proud look now.
But he no longer has any bad feelings towards his wife, and hopes that she will have more success in the future.
Talking back to He Chunhua, He Lingchuan was not surprised that he could defeat Dong Haoming. This cheap old man must be ambitious, have means, and be capable. He has the support of Nai Luotian, and has a better chance of winning than Dong Haoming.
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He picked up the letter and looked down.
This letter was written by Li Qingge. She briefly narrated the battles between He Chunhua and Dong Haoming.
She did not visit the scene in person, so she lacked details, but He Lingchuan could also tell that He Chunhua's army was relatively well-off in terms of people, money, and food.
When King Yuan was in power, the finances were in dire straits and the country was on the verge of collapse. The army of Ke and Zhao could not even collect the rations for the front line, so they had to come to Yuandu to beg for help. How could it be that by the time of He Chunhua, the army had enough to eat and had combat effectiveness?
Of course there are many reasons and many opinions here.
In addition to He Chunhua running his territory vigorously and organizing the army in an orderly manner, He Lingchuan also did not ignore the power of Nailuotian. The last intelligence he received said that He Chunhua received a lot of external assistance.
For example, southern countries or even nearby sects.
No matter how these external forces came from, on the surface He Chunhua had a lot of help, while Dong Haoming was fighting alone and lacked the injection of fresh blood. Therefore, in He Lingchuan's view, his defeat was only a matter of time.