Palm tree pollen is floating in the air, and the Northland is about to begin its annual carnival. However, this year, the two sides of the moat are obviously much deserted.
The high priest had just stepped onto the temple grounds. He was carrying a big sack. A servant came up and whispered a few words in his ear. There was no emotion or anger on the scarred face of the high priest.
Ai Le, twirling the big bone necklace around her neck with her fingers, hurriedly walked into the temple's reception room.
In the reception room, someone was already waiting for him.
There can only be one person who can enter here at will - the King of the North.
He knelt down on one knee and saluted with one hand: "My king, are you in trouble?"
Luo Jia sat on the sacred chair with golden lotus flowers, frowning, and seemed a little restless: "High Priest, I have indeed encountered trouble."
"Is Your Majesty worried about this year's severe drought that has not happened in a century in the North?" From last winter to this spring, for almost half a year, there was no rain in large areas of the North. Crops dried up, rivers dried up, cattle and sheep died in droves, and the people were plunged into poverty.
In the unprecedented panic, homeless people can be seen everywhere on the road.
"The imperial court also opened warehouses to provide relief, but it was only a drop in the bucket. If it didn't rain again, the Northern Kingdom would be doomed." If it hadn't been for the support of a large amount of wealth accumulated from the early years of conquering the South and the North, I'm afraid the consequences would have been disastrous. However, most of this wealth has been accumulated over the years.
Falling into the hands of Qi Xun, a wealthy aristocrat and aristocratic family, only a small proportion is actually added to the national treasury. If this continues, the consequences will be disastrous.
The high priest tried to ask: "Can you issue an order asking the nobles of the aristocratic families to donate some of their family property?"
Luo Jia gave a wry smile. The Northern Kingdom is different from other countries. The military generals and families do not receive salaries from the court. Instead, they accumulate power and divide the territory into kings. Whichever piece they occupy becomes the king, so they are particularly keen on war. Luo Jia has been particularly keen on war in these years.
It's not that I haven't thought about this problem, but how easy is it to change the deep-rooted nomadic people's survival rules overnight? At this critical moment, it is impossible to even think about asking the nobles to share the difficulties and donate money to save the country.