Bianliang Zhaode Fang, the back garden of Yang's house, the rain waterfall in front of the eaves is leaking, and countless flowers and plants in the courtyard are falling.

"This day, it looks like it's going to fall."

Yin Qian, who was dressed in tulle, sighed, and leaned in front of the door with a graceful body, looking at the violent wind and rain in the courtyard.

I want to get the attention of my sweetheart.

It's a pity that Yang Lin, who was squatting in the room, didn't want to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him, but frowned.

Yang Lin's face was not good-looking, and standing at his height, he was no longer concerned about the simple bad weather.

This kind of rainstorm has been raining for three days, and there is no intention of recession, occasionally the rain stops for a while, and the house has not had time to go out to breathe, and the next rainstorm comes uninvited.

At the turn of spring and summer, such heavy rains are bound to cause flooding, not to mention the Yellow River, which is about to erupt at every turn.

At this time, the Great Song Dynasty did not know how many people were displaced, lost their loved ones, and left their hometowns to escape the floods.

A little maid was holding an umbrella, but she was still drenched in soup, and after coming in, she wrung her clothes wetly, and said, "Uncle Yin in the front yard asks to see you." ”

Yang Lin was stunned when he heard this, what Uncle Yin, why is he in my house?

Yin Qianqian hurriedly ran to the room, looked for a few serious clothes, and said while changing: "It's my father who is here." ”

Yang Lin sighed and said, "Then you go out with me and meet together." ”

Dressed in a robe, Yang Lin took Yin Qianqian to the flower hall, where a gray-clothed scribe was sitting in the hall, his clothes were a little shabby, and he was white in many places. On the contrary, he is meticulous in his hair and looks very upright.

Yang Lin was secretly surprised, Yin Qianqian was not an unfilial person, in order to see a doctor for his father, he even ran back and forth, and finally begged for his door.

Since she followed her, Yang Lin has given her a lot of monthly money every month, not to mention anything else, just her daily jewelry and clothes cost a lot of money. Why is her father so shabby?

Seeing the two of them coming in, the middle-aged man stood up, clenched his fists and bent over, "Kaifeng Yin Muhong has seen Yang Shaozai." ”

Yang Lin stepped forward to help him up, and said with a smile: "What do you say, shallow is my love for concubines, and it is right that I should salute." ”

Yin Qianqian put away the ten thousand styles in the boudoir, the pretty appearance was completely gone, and the rules stood aside, it is not difficult to see that the family education is very strict.

Yin Muhong did not climb up the pole to climb relatives, but said with a straight face: "Shallow is just a concubine of Shaozai, how can there be a reason for Shaozai to bow down." ”

In the Great Song Dynasty, although the status of the concubine in the family is higher than that of the maid, she is essentially the same as the maidservant and is still a slave.

Yin Qianqian's face was red with shame, and the corners of his eyes were wirling with grievances rolling with his head down, and he didn't dare to cry.

Yang Lin was a little unhappy in her heart, since she had become her own woman, even her father couldn't bully.

But this thing is tricky and ruthless, this shallow is obviously very respectful of his own father, if he stands up for her and embarrass her father, it is estimated that it will make this girl even more sad.

Yang Lin endured his anger, sat down on the chair, and said unhappily: "Then what are you doing when you see me?" ”

When Yin Muhong talked about business, he was obviously much more energetic, and said in a condensed voice: "Heavy rain falls from the sky, and it will not stop for three days. At this time, countless refugees in the suburbs and villages were homeless. Shaozai is in an important position, and he should take this opportunity to ask His Majesty to help refugees and open a warehouse for disaster relief, so as to relieve the urgency of the living souls. ”

Yang Lin sneered, his heart turned out to be a nerd, and joked: "The water level of the Bianhe River has risen, the cargo ships have been cut off, and the carriages and horses have been stuck in the mud and unable to extricate themselves, and the passage for grain transportation to Bianliang has been cut off. I have a population of one million in Bianliang City, an army of 600,000, that is, more than one million mouths, I don't know if the inventory can be enough, how can I open the city gate to accept refugees, who dares to open a warehouse for disaster relief? ”

Yang Shaozai talked eloquently, thinking that he would be speechless to refute this old rotten Confucian, who knew that Yin Muhong was not only ashamed, but also refuted: "Yang Shaozai, the grain stored in Kaifeng Mansion, the imperial court only accounts for less than half." The others were concentrated in the hands of countless grain merchants, and on the occasion of this natural disaster, extraordinary measures should be used to make these people take out the grain, and not to raise the price, and peddle the people to live their lives. ”

Bianliang is the most prosperous place, where few people cultivate the fields, and most of the grain used is brought in from outside.

This has given birth to countless grain merchants stationed in Bianliang, and these people all have a lot of inventory in their hands, and there is some truth in what this old thing said.

Yang Lin pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, and said: "At this season, it is difficult for grain merchants not to sit on the ground and raise prices... After all, the wealth is moving, and in a few days, the price of grain in Bianliang will only be even higher and more frightening. ”

Yin Muhong's face was full of righteousness, he flicked his sleeves, and said loudly: "In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are carried out, and it is not to ask them to donate food, but to prevent them from making it difficult for the country to make money." If it weren't for the rain on weekdays, their grain would have been sold as usual. In my opinion, it is better to ask Your Majesty to kill a few profiteers first, and then stipulate that no price increases are allowed, and the tolerance will be investigated from house to house. ”

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Yang Lin sweated, thinking that this cheap man was a rotten man, who knew that he was a ruthless man.

"Then what do you think is the first thing to do in this flood?" Yang Lin asked tentatively.

"Control the river, control the water, dredge the stagnant water, and channel the river, otherwise these tyrannical muddy water will surely wash away more states and counties." I have carefully observed the trend of the mountains and rivers in Kaifeng Mansion, and this blazing fire and prosperous Bianliang City may not be absolutely safe. If there is more rain, the Bianhe River may not be able to carry it, and then it will be a disaster. ”

Yang Lin couldn't sit still anymore, got up from the chair, held Yin Muhong's arm, and said, "I didn't expect you to have such knowledge, what position are you in now?" ”

Yin Muhong raised his head and said: "I serve as an idle guest in your mansion, and occasionally I am responsible for cleaning the yellow leaves of the courtyard. ”

This Nima eating and drinking, he said so tall that he actually heard a trace of the meaning of a hermit master, and he looked so shameless with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

However, Yang Lin couldn't care about this, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Since this is the case, you can prepare and follow me out of the city to control the water." Come on, prepare the horse, I want to enter the palace to face the saint! ”