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Chapter 493 Still want food?

Chapter 493 Still want food?

"Your Highness, the young monk is rude."

The Holy Son said in a deep voice.

"Is meditation over?"

Lin Fan asked.

"Haha! To report back to His Highness the Crown Prince, I will wait for the meditation to be over. What's going on with Your Highness the Crown Prince's visit this time?"

An old monk said with a smile.

"Oh, I just heard about your request for cotton-padded clothes from the Ming Dynasty. I think one hundred thousand pieces are too few, so I can give you two hundred thousand pieces."

Lin Fan said in a deep voice.

"Yes! Two hundred thousand pieces! Your Highness, are you telling the truth?"

An old monk said excitedly.

"Great! Your Highness, our Uzang people have millions of people, and the number of people affected by the heavy snowstorm is only two to three hundred thousand. These two hundred thousand cotton clothes can save people!"

"His Royal Highness is indeed a great man. We want 100,000 pieces. If you give us 200,000 pieces, we people in Uzang will remember His Highness the Prince's good deeds!"

Several other old monks also said excitedly.

Lin Fan said in a deep voice: "This is nothing. Our Ming Dynasty has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are no less than 100,000 or 200,000 cotton clothes. The people of Uzang are also the people of my Ming Dynasty."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so kind, I would like to thank His Highness the Crown Prince on behalf of the people of Uzang!"

The Holy Son said in a deep voice.

"Ahem! Your Highness, the people of Wuszang have received a batch of food. I wonder if Your Highness can lend a helping hand!"

"That's right! We, Uszang, encountered a heavy snowstorm, and many people had no food to eat at home. If we can get food support from the Ming Dynasty, the people can survive the winter smoothly!"

"Your Majesty, please grant me your permission!"

The old monks all asked for help.

"You still want food?"

Lin Fan asked.

"Your Highness, didn't the people from the Ministry of Rites tell you?

We are mainly here to ask for cotton-padded clothes, but we are also in urgent need of a batch of food!"

An old monk said.

Damn it!

This Xue Bingtian is really an idiot. He only told himself about the cotton-padded clothes and not a word about the food!

Lin Fan didn't need to use his brain to figure out what Xue Bingtian was thinking. Anyway, after Ni Yuanlu inspected the granary, there was so much food that he would not know if he allocated a batch to Wuszang.

These people are stealing food under their noses now, and they won’t go to heaven in the future!

"Any other requests?

These people in the Ministry of Rites are afraid that the matter is too big and they don't dare to tell me, so please raise it together."

Lin Fan said in a deep voice, wanting to see if there was anything else the Ministry of Rites had not told him.

"Reporting to His Majesty the Crown Prince, in addition to food and cotton-padded clothes, it would be even better if you could support me in Us to hide a batch of coal supplies!"

The old monk continued to make requests.

"We are in urgent need of wood. A heavy snowfall ruthlessly destroyed our temple. We are in urgent need of some fine golden nanmu to build the temple!"

"It would be better if you could give us some more gold and silver!"

"We Us Tibetans are very fond of tea from the Ming Dynasty, and we asked His Highness the Crown Prince to give us some tea as a gift!"



Lin Fan asked them to continue to raise their eyeballs. It was like opening Pandora's box. The group of people began to raise requests one after another.

Nie Xiaoyu on the side could hardly stand listening anymore. Is this really the Holy Son of the Western Region and his party?

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a group of blood-sucking insects!

"Have you finished mentioning it?"

Finally, they stopped talking and Lin Fan asked aloud.

"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince, I'll finish it later!"

"Haha! Your Highness the Crown Prince is so gracious. Our requests are limited, that's all!"

The old monks said with a smile.

Lin Fan really wants to slap this old monk on the head, you really owe him!

He said in a deep voice: "That's all! I'll talk to you about this later. You need to check on this little kid first. If you can take good care of it, I will agree to all the requests you just made!"

kindness!

Nie Xiaoyu looked at Lin Fan in shock. If all the demands of these people were met, the sum would be no less than one million taels of silver!

So, His Highness the Crown Prince just asked them to make random requests, was he actually trying to gain leverage for his younger brother?

Nie Xiaoyu was extremely moved.

What she didn't know was that Lin Fan had no intention of agreeing to these people's conditions at all. The reason why he said this was just to give the Holy Son of the Western Region an offer he couldn't refuse!

He doesn't believe that someone can have magical power and cure all diseases in the world.

"Haha! These are just trivial matters, Holy Son, please take action to treat this little donor!"

An old monk said with a smile.

Nie Xiaoyu looked at the Holy Son excitedly. The Holy Son slowly stood up, came to Nie Xiaoyu's younger brother, put his hand on his forehead, and recited scriptures in his mouth.

After half an hour passed, the Holy Son withdrew his hand and said, "Your Highness, I have recited sutras for this little benefactor ten times. He will definitely recover from his illness!"

Nie Xiaoyu excitedly held his younger brother in his arms. The next moment, Nie Xiaoyu's younger brother became ill again, twitching all over and foaming at the mouth.

Forehead……

The group of old monks behind the Holy Son all showed embarrassment, while Lin Fan looked at them with disdain and thought to himself, is this a slap in the face?

Just tell me if your face hurts!

"This disease doesn't seem to be getting better!"

Lin Fan said.

"this!"

It was also the first time for the Holy Son to encounter this situation and he took two steps back.

She used to treat people in this way. Sometimes, she would just recite scriptures and give blessings and that would be the end of it!

Those people's diseases were cured later, but why did they fail when they got here?

She looked blankly at the several old monks around her. One old monk stood up and said: "Your Highness, this little benefactor, has no chance with my Holy Lord! He has not been saved!"

"Haha! You have not cured people's diseases, but it is a bit irresponsible to say such things now!"

Lin Fan said with a smile.

"This! Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have to believe us, we will never deceive His Highness the Crown Prince!"

An old monk said.

"I know you won't lie to me, but you really haven't cured this kid!"

Lin Fan did not expose them. After all, he would have to negotiate terms with them later.

"This... Your Highness, how about letting the Holy Son try again?"

An old monk said tentatively.

"No need. I've tried a hundred times but it still can't be cured. Miss Nie, please take your brother out first. I'll help you find another way later."

Lin Fan said in a deep voice.

Now, the only way to help Nie Xiaoyu cure her brother is Gongsun Erniang.

After Nie Xiaoyu left, Lin Fan looked at them and said: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. I can give you all the conditions I promised you just now, but there are conditions. If you can do it,

Only then can we go back with the supplies.”

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