Chapter 7: Sloppy

In the huge palace, everyone looked at Nie Yuan holding a lollipop and shaking dumbfounded.

I'm afraid this person doesn't think he has enough heads, right?

At this time, there was a boundless flame in Yang Hongsheng's eyes, if it weren't for the fact that she was in the main hall at this time, she would have to poke out a few holes for Nie Yuan to transmit light before and after.

"Bold fanatics, you actually insulted the saint! Where is Zhenjing Wei, take it!"

Shaoying, who had already been eyeing him for a long time, was full of anger on his face at this time, as if Nie Yuan had dug up his family's ancestral grave. Not only jumped up and down, but also had tears in his eyes.

Nie Yuan glanced at the jumping clown disdainfully, not that I said, there is one person here, except for my daughter-in-law, who is unexpectedly rubbish.

Seeing Yang Hongshang's eyes that were about to burn, Nie Yuan stupidly took the lollipop back into his pocket, and thought: "If you don't eat it, you won't eat it, why are you staring at me." ”

Seeing this, the ministers present all covered their mouths and snickered, and several snow-white old men standing in the front row even grinned on the spot with only a few teeth.

"Well, that's the end of the farce. Hongsheng, this is the strange man Nie Yuan you are talking about?"

On the dragon chair, the saint who had been silently holding a pacifier suddenly spoke. The words are sophisticated, and the demeanor is serious. looks like a middle-aged man.

If it weren't for the habit of pouting the pacifier after finishing speaking, Nie Yuan would definitely think that this doll had the soul of an old monster hidden in its body.

"Yes, Holy One. This is the strange man that the minister said. He knew astronomy and geography. And the stories that the ministers told thee to thee shall be brought forth by him. ”

After speaking, Yang Hongshang stepped on Nie Yuan beside him hard, signaling him not to turn around and get down to business.

This small action suddenly made Nie Yuan tremble, and he raised his foot shyly and stepped back gently.

This can completely ignite the yang red dress, and with a coquettish voice, a red flame galloped from the main hall like a meteor and fell into her palm.

With a slight shake, the tip of the spear shattered the flames, and suddenly the heat in the hall surged, and a phoenix roared through the sky.

"I've seen the saint, the grass man Nie Yuan. Since the Nine Heavens, there is a treasure in your hand that can help your country tide over the difficulties. The moment he saw the tip of the flaming spear again, Nie Yuan bowed solemnly and said with a serious face.

After finishing speaking, he slowly turned around, frowned with his back straight and shouted to Yang Hongsheng: "At the moment of the Holy Lord, what kind of system is it to dance with knives and guns, and still don't put down your weapons." ”

The face of this loyal minister made Yang Hong's whole body tremble, but Nie Yuan's words were reasonable, so he could only withdraw his spear and slam it on the ground with force.

When he landed, the entire hall trembled, and Nie Yuan choked as he looked at the dust scattered above his head. This, I can't afford to mess with it.

"Okay, red clothes, it is inevitable that the world's masters will have strange tempers. I don't mind. Nie Yuan: You said there are treasures that can help us tide over the difficulties. What is it, and how is it going to get through it?"

To Nie Yuan's surprise, this saint was unusually calm. There is no impatience or bear temper that children of the same age should have. Instead, he took the initiative to calm down the dispute in front of him, which made Nie Yuan a little serious.

He carefully put down the snakeskin bag he had been carrying in his hand, and said eloquently: "In the past few days, I have been chatting with the jailer on death row and learned that the dynasty is in such an embarrassing situation because of three things. ”

"First, the great drought in southern Xinjiang, which was the grain depot of the dynasty, brought grain to the point of serious shortage. ”

"Second, the widespread famine led to a severe loss of land, and refugees poured into the cities from all sides. The whole dynasty is in an extremely tense situation, and once these refugees are not handled well, they will become a full-blown detonation. ”

"Third, the continuous heavy snowfall in the Western Regions for three consecutive years caused the four countries of the grassland to unite and cross the frontier, which is the direct cause of the Western Frontier War. ”

Seeing Nie Yuan easily list the three deadliest things in the dynasty at the moment with his fingers, the ministers who were still sneering all sat up straight again and nodded their heads again and again.

"We all know what you say, everyone can say it, how to solve the problem?"

Shaoying's yin and yang strange voice sounded at the right time, and Nie Yuan glanced at him with a strange expression. Could this guy have been a professional in his previous life? Why did he say it so timely? It seems that he is his own person!

Nie Yuan nodded at him amicably and continued, which made Shaoying wonder, is there something wrong with this guy?

"Holy Lord, it seems to me that these three questions can be combined into one question. That's food!"

"As long as food is available, refugees can return to their hometowns and become productive forces in the blink of an eye. And the soldiers on the front line will be well supplied, and according to the custom, it will be easy for the soldiers of your country to press those barbarians to the ground and rub them against the ground in their heyday, right?"

Those who can stand in this hall are not stupid, and everyone here understands that Nie Yuan is referring to the word grain.

Could it be that this person in front of him can really solve the food crisis?

Even Shaoying, who had been interjecting, rarely stopped sneering at this time and looked at Nie Yuan nervously.

He knew that the country could only be powerful and blessed when he was the minister in charge of the country, and why should the minister of the state be in charge when the country was gone?

After Nie Yuan finished speaking, he looked around proudly, and found that everyone was listening carefully to his flickering, and suddenly cocked his nose and prepared to flicker a few more times, and then took out the golden legend and asked for a better price.

But as soon as he raised his head, he saw Yang Hongsheng's smiling face. Suddenly he went back, squatting down aggrievedly and churning in the snakeskin bag.

Not to mention Yang Hongsheng's curiosity at this time, even the saints sitting on the dragon chair couldn't help but stretch out their little heads and wait.

"You should hurry up, what kind of treasure can solve the food disaster in the snakeskin bag with a big fart?" Seeing that Nie Yuan had been tossing for a while and hadn't taken out anything, Shao Ying, who was attracted to his back, couldn't help but urge angrily.

This urging suddenly made Nie Yuan stop the movement in his hand, and said to himself: "Eh, I just remembered what kind of box it is." I forgot about your urging. ”

Suddenly, everyone raised their heads and glared at Shaoying, and Yang Hongsheng's eyes were like two-bar spears, extremely sharp.

Even the pacifier saint frowned, as if he was blaming Shaoying for his mouth.

This made Shaoying open his mouth in a huff and bent around to apologize. The resentment towards Nie Yuan in his heart has increased a little, how can this person become more and more annoying the more he looks at it, he really wants to cut him.

Seeing that this guy was still slowly turning over and over, Yang Hongshang suddenly understood Nie Yuan's thoughts, and slowly leaned down and said lightly: "Nie Yuan, how much are things going to be sold for?"

Nie Yuan, who was repeatedly taking a small object in and out, replied reflexively: "Of course, the more the better!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Yuan's movements paused, and the killing intent on his back made him break out in a cold sweat.

Damn, sloppy.