The rain in Chang'an fell all day long, and it gradually stopped until late at night.

Yue'er, the old tenant, took Dongluo, the new tenant, like a thief, scurrying around in Changle Palace, sometimes digging behind the rockery, sometimes looking behind the beams of this outer room, one moment outside a pavilion, and the next moment in a certain attic.

Dongluo followed her like a little follower, catching the things she threw from time to time, most of them were rotten under the power of time, but there were still some vague arguments.

There are villain books that can't be discerned, small puppets with missing hands and feet, and iron products with embroidered traces......

There are many troubles, and there are all kinds of things, this Changle Palace is like a small treasure trove for him, every time she goes to a place, even if she digs three feet into the ground, she can always dig out something new. It's also a shame that Chen Changsheng didn't overhaul this palace when he renovated it, otherwise it's a matter of whether these things are still there.

The white caftan in winter has a bag of miscellaneous items, and it is almost ready to open a roadside stall, and the old items are still sold.

Dongluo stretched out his hand to wipe the mud off Yue'er's face, "Yue'er, how many treasures do you still have to dig up?"

Yue'er raised her sleeve and wiped her face, she didn't know that there was more mud on her sleeve, and after wiping it twice, her face became even more flowery, "Who knows! I was idle at the beginning, who knows how much I hid! I don't know how much I hid with Lao Chen." ”

Dongluo forcibly held back the smile on his face, and helped Yue'er wipe the mud on his face again, "Why are you hiding things!"

Yue'er rolled her eyes and said, "Because I like it!"

"Then why did you dig them all out now!"

Yue'er stood in place, took a deep breath, and seemed to be very angry, how could Lao Chen's son be so stupid! If only Lao Chen was half as smart, he couldn't even see this, why did Lao Niang dig it, it wasn't because Lao Niang ...... Phew, it's not because I like it.

Yue'er began to carpet dig in the Changle Palace again, and Dongluo had no choice but to continue to follow her as the moving roadside stall.

"Lao Chen said that you are the foundation of the dark array of Chang'an City. ”

When Chen Baxian organized the construction of Chang'an City, he laid out two major battles, one bright and one dark, the Ming Array is now known to the world as the Chang'an City Protector War, and now the base of the formation is in Fan Zeng, controlled by Fan Zeng, and the base of the dark array Zhou Tian Xingdou Great Array is Yue'er.

"Hmm!" Yue'er nodded.

Dongluo asked, "What about the dark array?"

"Don't worry! From the moment I stepped into Chang'an, the dark array was already under my control, and no one could activate it except me. Yue'er squinted at Dongluo, "You can't either." ”

Dongluo was stunned and speechless, this kid, how can you say that I can't do it!

Yue'er continued: "Don't worry! You are Lao Chen's son, I will give you a face, if you have anything to use me, you can say it, I will still help you with this kind of small favor." Like the one you call him Fan Papi today, although I can't kill him, I can also guarantee that he can't kill you. But, you're million

Don't forget what Lao Chen told you. ”

Yue'er looked at Dongluo expectantly.

Dongluo was a little depressed, what did Lao Chen say?

Yue'er was a little anxious, "Think about it, it's what Lao Chen told you when he came out of the Water Moon Cave." ”

Yue'er's eyes widened, staring at the winter set.

Dongluo suddenly realized, "Oh! You say this! You can say whatever you want to eat, and I will buy it for you." ”

Yue'er narrowed her eyes, like two crescent moons.

On the road, Lao Chen's son is very good, just like Lao Chen.

The old lady was very satisfied.

Yue'er pulled the sleeves of Dongluo's coat and hurriedly walked forward, "Don't dig it, don't dig it, these things are buried here first, anyway, there are no long legs, and you can't run." ”

Dongluo asked, "Then where are we going now?"

"Eat!"

Dongluo still wanted to speak, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and he found that they were no longer in Changle Palace, but came to Chang'an Street.

Since the beginning of the establishment of the city of Chang'an, until now, the lights have not been extinguished, and there will always be bustling people coming and going.

The rain that had been falling all afternoon had finally stopped, and there were more people coming and going to Chang'an.

Winter falls on the corner of Chang'an Street, a dimly lit place, holding on to the wall and retching.

Yue'er crossed her hands on her hips and said disdainfully: "Little brother, you can't do this, just so close to the spatial teleportation, you will be dizzy, if you are a little farther away, you will still have it." Old Chen wasn't as useless as you at the beginning!"

Dongluo now feels as if he was brutally hit by tens of thousands of bison when he was in the extreme northern grassland, and it is even more serious than that, if it weren't for his current physique, I'm afraid that under such a short space teleportation, his body would have been torn apart.

It took a long time for the winter to slow down, "Yue'er, I can't do this next time, if I come a few more times, my bones will fall apart." ”

Yue'er pursed her lips and said impatiently: "Got it, got it." Let's go! At the beginning, Lao Chen was so abrasive, I knew that it was good to have a tavern in front of me, and I didn't know if it was still open. ”

Yue'er pulled Dongluo and ran forward.

Two clay figures, one large and one small, instantly attracted the attention of passers-by.

It's also a shame that Yue'er and Dongluo's faces are muddy! Passers-by in Chang'an City didn't recognize that this man who ran crazy all the way would be the King of Han.

After she was full of wine and food, Yue'er, who was covered in mud, patted her bulging belly and walked out of the door of the tavern, and said with a big grin: "That little winter! You can go back by yourself! I won't send you." ”

Dongluo, who had a slightly bulging belly, burped and said, "Where are you going? Aren't you going back to Changle Palace?"

Yue'er smiled, "Who am I? I am Chang'an Yue! As the bright moonlight of Chang'an, as long as I am in Chang'an, I will be everywhere, in front of the window of the reader, the dreamland of the traveler, the crooked river, the bright ditch...... As long as there is moonlight, there is me, and in this world, where is there no moonlight!"

"If you're looking for me, just scream where there's a moon.

It doesn't matter if it's the moon in the sky, or the moon in the water, even if it's the moon in the heart. ”

After Yue'er said this, she turned into a streamer and disappeared.

As far as the eye can see in the winter, there is a round moon in the sky, reflecting the world without distinction.

Although the rain in Chang'an has stopped, there are many puddles on Chang'an Street that have not yet dried up, and in each puddle, there is a bright moon.

Where is there no moon in the world?

The bright moon in front of the reader's window is covered by dark clouds, there is still the dreamland of the traveler, and there is still ...... in the poet's poem

Where is there no moon? Where is there no moon?

Dongluo smiled, followed the direction of Changle Palace, smashed the bright moon in one place, and walked towards Changle Palace in great strides.

The weather after heavy rain and the air is fresh.

Dongluo only thinks that this Chang'an, Chang'an, is very good.

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In the Weiyang Palace.

Although Fan Zeng and Fan Siyuan said how to deal with it, there are still many things that they still have to talk to everyone about at the court meeting.

For example, Qian Dong, the secretary of the household department, wrote an excerpt to the king of Han about the treasury, as well as various projects to see what livelihood projects cost money, and there are still many things that need to be improved, all of which require the cooperation of all officials.

However, Fan Zeng couldn't say this to the hundred officials at the first time, he had to take his time, there was only one voice in a court, but that voice was the voice of the final decision, it must be Fan Zeng, and before that voice, he had to ask the opinions of the hundred officials.

However, no one dared to mention everything that happened in Changle Palace yesterday, even if it was Wang Tieshan's vacant position, no one took a second look, as if yesterday's incident had never happened at all.

Fan Zeng said in a flat voice: "What do you think of the Han King's tax exemption?"

There was silence among the officials.

What do you think about this?

Even you have bowed your head, and those of us who eat other people's money dare not look around.

Fan Zeng didn't think of any answer, and after waiting for a while, seeing that no one spoke, he gestured to Fan Siyuan.

Fan Siyuan said in a deep voice: "Taifu Qi, as far as the lower officials know, the prince should have eight million medium-grade spirit stones in his hands. ”

Eight million medium-grade spirit stones.

It was speculated by Fan Zeng through the news that could be found through the winter fall, and as for whether it is accurate or not, Fan Zeng can only say that it is ** not far from ten.

Because there are still many details, or places that can't be detected by various spies, and what financial resources he has, I don't know.

Eight million medium-grade spirit stones, he still said more.

If winter falls here, he will definitely feel shocked, shocked by the accuracy of this data, and shocked by Fan Zeng's understanding of him.

Together with the more than two million yuan they earned that night in Sunset Tower, the money they have left now is just nearly eight million yuan.

"Eight million, is this data accurate?" Qian Donglai, the head of the household department, said in a deep voice.

A person who can be a secretary of the household department, in addition to being sensitive to officialdom, is the most sensitive is money.

Eight million medium-grade spirit stones are worth a year's tax revenue of the Chen State.

No wonder King Han dares to be tax-free, there are these eight

Millions of medium-grade spirit stones can not worry about money for at least a year.

Fan Zeng asked, "Without taxes, how much of our fiscal balance is left?"

Qian Donglai didn't know why Fan Zeng suddenly asked this question, but he still replied: "There should be half a year left to raise the army and raise the officers." ”

"Half a year. Fan Siyuan tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath and said, "Half a year, it should be enough." ”

Qian Donglai's face was slightly gloomy and said: "Taifu, what I said about half a year is to raise soldiers and officers, just right, barely enough to distribute money to our officers and sergeants, if it is used for other things, it will not be enough." ”

Isn't it enough?

Fan Zeng smiled, how could it not be enough?

"From next month, all of you officials and sergeants' will go to Changle Palace to find the Han Wangling!"

The hundred officials of Chang'an hurriedly knelt down and said, "Taifu, what does this mean?"

The officials thought that Fan Zeng wanted to expel them from the officialdom of Chen Guo and make them turn against the King of Han, but before the situation was completely clear, they were still a little panicked.

Fan Zeng smiled and said, "Why not? Didn't Fan Siyuan just say it? King Han has eight million medium-grade spirit stones in his hand, didn't Qian Donglai say it? Our financial balance is only enough for us to use for half a year." If ......"

Fan Zeng paused and said: "If it is said that the officials and soldiers of the soldiers went to the King of Han to ask for it, then after he was exempted from taxes, when he had no financial resources, would his eight million be spent faster?"

After Fan Zeng said this, he didn't say it anymore, there are a few people who can stand in this court, and everyone is smart, and they all understand the meaning of Fan Zeng's words.

That is to make the king of Han have no money to use.

Once the Han King's money is spent, what will he do? What will the people think of King Han at that time?

A change of order?

Good governance is not cleared, bad government is coming?

If this is the case, then the king of Han will definitely be scolded to death, and the fame he has worked so hard to accumulate may be lost again.

All the officials stared at Fan Zeng with burning eyes.

This plan is like cutting meat with a stewed knife, cutting the flesh and blood of King Han little by little.

Shape and bones.

Fan Zeng asked: "My lords, I think that this Chen country has been in ruins recently, and the people's lives are in a state of misery, and there are many things that need to be improved! I don't know what you adults think?"

Concoct various pretexts?

Qian Dong, who was active-minded, said: "Taifu is right, my household department still has a lot of old cases! In the major cities, there were many projects that could not be done before, and in the case of Zhenbei City, the maintenance of the city wall alone has been pressed for a year. Now, all these jobs can be pushed to King Han, I see what he should do? Is there a lot of eight million medium-grade spirit stones? Only he can't get in and out, and he will soon be spent, and when his money is spent, what do I think he will do?"

Fan Zeng coughed lightly, and said angrily: "Qian Shangshu, this is the State of Chen, a subsidiary kingdom of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the King of Han is one of the nine monarchs of the Great Zhou Dynasty of my Great Zhou Dynasty, how can you say that, I order you to write down the treasury finances and the flow of water in recent years tonight and send it to."

Go to Changle Palace and show it to the King of Han. ”

Qian Donglai nodded apprehensively.

Fan Zeng said earnestly: "Presumably all of you adults also know that my Chen country has been tired for a long time, and there are still many livelihood projects to be done in more than 130 cities!

Fan Zeng thought for a while and said, "By the way, these things must be known to the people." This is the good government of the prince!"

Fan Zeng stroked the armrest of his seat and moved unconsciously.

Lord Wang, on the surface, you can't be suppressed by the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Then let's see if you can take over so many projects! Aren't you going to take over the Chen Kingdom? This is the suffering of the people, and you won't leave it alone, right? If you don't care, how will the people think of you?

Fan Siyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, yes! Tell the people of Chen Guo about this, I am afraid that you will be reluctant to spend money, so tell the people of Chen Guo about this now, and let them force you to spend money to see if you spend it.

What happens after you've spent your money?

Is it a change of day?

Or tighten your belt to get by?

Anyway, it's not going to be easy!

It didn't take long for the people of the Chen Kingdom to know why the King of Han was exempt from taxes, eight million medium-grade spirit stones, the tax revenue of the Chen Dynasty for a year! How much money must have been! What a terrifying amount!

Many officials jointly wrote to the King of Han, asking the King of Han to implement the people's livelihood project. The joint name has made all the people know about it.

Hundreds of people watched with amazement.

Eight million medium-grade spirit stones! Who doesn't want to improve their terrible life.

Fan Papi's harsh taxes have already made the people's livelihood miserable, and now the tax exemption decree has just been implemented, if the people's livelihood project is revived......

Fan Zeng also watched dumbfoundedly in the Weiyang Palace.

If you don't, you'll have to find another way.

If he takes it, then the king of Han can also go to the country.

But can you not take it?

Fan Zeng smiled slightly.

It didn't take long for news to come from the Changle Palace.

Pick it up, and all the projects Hanwang came next.

Fan Zeng said in a deep voice: "One hundred and thirty cities, nine hundred and sixty-five projects, he didn't even screen them all?"

Fan Zeng knew that he would take it, but he would definitely take it after screening, and then take on feasible projects. But unexpectedly, King Han didn't even screen it, so he took it without hesitation.

Originally, it could have been used for eight million medium-grade spirit stones a year.

If so, you may not need it for half a year.

Fan Siyuan asked in a deep voice, "Father, do we want to cooperate?"

"Cooperate, why don't we cooperate, don't we just want him to spend all the money quickly? Isn't it good for us to cooperate with him to spend the money quickly? I want to see what he will do in half a year?"

Fan Zeng rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I hope this time is the last battle between us." ”

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Changle

In the palace, Dongluo sits on the main seat, and the old god is there.

Qin Shuyu was a little worried: "Lord Wang, with so many projects, wouldn't it be too reckless to promise?"

Rong Xu Xuan was also a little anxious, "I just calculated with Lord Qin, if these nine hundred and sixty-five projects are accepted, our more than seven million medium-grade spirit stones will not be enough at all!"

Even Wang Xifeng's brows were furrowed, how could this fool not understand Fan Zeng's sinister intentions that even he could understand! This made everyone know, didn't he just want to kidnap you with righteousness and make you spend money?

Among the people seated, the only ones who were calm were Dongluo and Xue Nianci.

Dongluo said with a smile: "If you take it, you won't have to worry about the money, we will do it soon, besides, this is well known to everyone, isn't it just that Mrs. Fan will build momentum for me again? If we do a good job in these livelihood projects, then the people will miss us, and these are the people's hearts! And the only thing we can hold in our hands now is the people's hearts." ”

As soon as Dongluo's voice fell, Wang Xifeng was slightly stunned.

"Yes, I don't deny it, we have recently gained a lot of people's hearts, but if we continue like this, we will run out of money in half a year, if we collect taxes at that time, and Fan Zeng guides them again, the people will definitely riot, and it will be troublesome to sort it out when the time comes, the prince thinks twice!" Qin Shuyu said in a deep voice.

Dongluo smiled, "The people's heart is the heart of heaven, the heart of heaven cannot be bullied, and the people's heart is even more so." I will not deceive anyone. ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~