"Huh?"

Sun Yuanhua woke up, looked around the black hole, and secretly said Is this the Netherworld? He exhaled, it turns out that there is no difference between being dead and alive. He touched his neck and muttered, "I don't know if I was scarred by a knife." He stood up, his pupils seemed to adjust to the dark environment, "It turns out that this Netherworld Mansion is not big, not as big as my mansion." I don't know what Lord Yama looks like. ”

Boom!

A ray of light shone down from the ceiling on one side, Sun Yuanhua was shocked, and sure enough, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, listening to the footsteps getting closer, and hurriedly shouted: "Daxian is above, worshiped by Sun Yuanhua, Daxian is above, worshiped by Sun Yuanhua......"

Yang Fan, who was holding the oil lamp, looked at Sun Yuanhua who kept kowtowing with strange eyes, and secretly said How could there be another person who shouted great immortals, is he so like a god stick? He put the oil lamp on the table beside him and said, "Get up, I'm not a great immortal." ”

Sun Yuanhua, who was kowtowing on the ground, straightened up and looked at Yang Fan under the light, "Then who are you?" Hades? Or a judge? Sun Yuanhua raised his head, looked at the somewhat young face, and secretly said how young is this Lord of Yama?

Yang Fan secretly laughed at the fact that this nerd thought he was dead, so he cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Okay, you're not dead, get up." Sun Yuanhua bit his arm and exclaimed, "I'm not dead? I'm not dead! He ran around the cellar several times in a frenzy, and finally turned upside down, knelt down again, and said: "Dare to ask who the master is, robbing the law field saved Sun someone's life, and I, Sun Yuanhua, have to repay the great kindness of Engong in this life." ”

Sun Yuanhua thought that he was a mortal person, and someone must have robbed the Dharma field to save his life.

"Okay, you're fifty years old, and you're still doing cows and horses, do you do it?" Yang Fan helped Sun Yuanhua up and let him sit aside. Sun Yuanhua wondered, does this young man have an old relationship with himself? Tentatively, he asked, "Did we know each other before?" ”

"I don't know." Yang Fan shook his head, "Don't guess anymore, it's you who protect me from the Holy Lord, and I'm Yang Fan." Sun Yuanhua pondered for a while and said, "Ling Hebo Yang Fan? ”

"Exactly down there." Yang Fan said, "What do you think?" Sun Yuanhua asked rhetorically: "Since it is Ling He Bobao's subordinates, why did the Holy Lord order to cut off his head?" ”

"Because the Holy One really can't think of any reason to keep your head." This Sun Yuanhua is really a nerd, he was deceived by Kong Youde and was stunned, and finally Geng Zhongming in Dengzhou City should cooperate with the outside and directly take Dengzhou City. Such a sin can be covered up by the technology alone that can make artillery? Apparently not.

"Then Ling Hebo must have paid a lot of money to save his life, right? I am grateful, be a cow and a horse......" Yang Fan hurriedly stopped Sun Yuanhua's grinding, "Stop, I'll tell you the truth, Sun Yuanhua is dead, you can't go out and show up now, do you know what I mean?" ”

Sun Yuanhua was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded: "Understand, I am willing to do whatever the lord wants me to do." "This has been in the officialdom for a long time, and naturally understands that Yang Fan is just the mastermind behind the scenes pushed by the saint on the surface, and it is the saint who really saves himself.

"I heard you've been to hear about the Portuguese artillery squad before?"

Sun Yuanhua nodded and said, "Yes, is the Holy Lord going to make artillery?" Sun Yuanhua was excited at the mention of the self-proud artillery, "I have learned a lot of knowledge from foreigners, and compared with the way of Confucius and Mencius, these foreigners' knowledge is more pragmatic." ”

"Okay, these days you can stay in the cellar with peace of mind, and it will be warm, the mouth will always be open, and someone will bring you food, and you can calmly sort out the knowledge of foreigners from simple to difficult, and edit it into a book. Two volumes of physics and chemistry, and artillery are edited into a separate volume, understand? ”

"Understood, understood." Sun Yuanhua breathed a sigh of relief, he thought that Yang Fan was going to let him do something difficult. This is the easiest thing to do with the pen, and he replied in unison.

In the past few days, Lu Yichuan has opened a shed to give porridge in Xishi and Tianqiao, and the snow has stopped, and there are fewer things about people starving to death and freezing to death in the city, but a large number of people are still starving to death outside the city. According to Zhang Yao and Liu Hui's news, there are things outside the city that have begun to eat human flesh and dig new graves again, and Yang Fan sent migrant workers to the outskirts of the city to build sheds five days ago, so that those homeless people can also have a place to live at night.

The hut was simple, so it was quickly erected, and tens of thousands of refugees soon gathered. As soon as there were many people, it was difficult to manage, and the people were crowded together, and some worthless jackets and leather goods left over for the benefit of the people were also distributed to keep out the cold.

Uncle Liang hurriedly ran over and said, "Sir, three hundred stone millet has been delivered, but it won't last a few days." Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said: "Thirty thousand people, supply one hundred stones a day first, try to boil a little thin, the most important thing now is not to starve." By the way, what happened to the people who went to Shuntianfu to collect loose grain? ”

"It's difficult, this east is a catty and a half tael in the west, and it adds up to less than five hundred stones, and the price of this rice has now risen to four taels and one stone. This Lu Yichuan really eats people and doesn't spit out bones. By the way, sir, the people of the Gu family came with a letterhead just now, for you. Liang Bo handed over Gu Zhiqing's letterhead.

After reading the letterhead, Yang Fan was silent for a moment, and said with a gloomy face: "Hire more people and continue to collect loose grain." Four taels of silver, and five taels of silver! How much money does this Lu Yichuan collect from Lao Tzu now, Lao Tzu will definitely ask him to spit it out for me one day! ”

Liang Fu was taken aback, Yang Fan was angry, he had seen it, but he had never seen such an angry look, so he hurriedly went out to dial the silver taels. Zhang Yao, who had just returned from the outskirts of the city, had not yet sat down, when Yang Fan's voice came from the inner courtyard.

"Prepare the car!"

Zhang Yao took a sip of cold water, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Sir, where are you going?" ”

"Xianju Building!"

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――――Qianqing Palace――――

"Master Zhou, why don't the tens of thousands of refugees on the outskirts of this city report to me? Yang Fan, who is still an idle person living at home, is the first to report to me, you are really competent as a scholar! ”

"The old minister deserves death." Zhou Yanru knelt down and explained, "Holy Lord, now that the treasury is empty, this last treasury silver has been taken to the northwest for disaster relief and to appease the people's chaos." Tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, the imperial court ...... Court...... I really can't solve it. The old minister didn't report it, and he didn't want the saint to worry. ”

Zhu Youzhen waved his hand and said, "Okay, now all the recitals will be reviewed by me personally." The old bachelor only needs to stabilize the Chaogang and send someone to assist Ling Hebo to properly settle the refugees, and let go of the rest of the things first! ”

Zhou Yanru kowtowed to receive the decree and was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long I will put this away......