In the imperial study, two young people who are only a few years apart seem to be standing in their right seats. is only one who is destined to be the true son of heaven, and the other is the person who was pushed to the forefront of public opinion by this so-called true son of heaven. He had no choice but to bear it silently.

Yang Fan smiled reluctantly, Fu Jiang? This thankless blessing is not appropriate. Now that he has offended the entire court, there is no place for him to stand anymore, of course, he has already thought about what he wants to do. He bowed and said with a smile: "How dare you, the Holy Lord is just ruthlessly making up his mind, and the grass people just added a handful of firewood." Yang Fan said modestly.

"Now there is a famine in Shaanxi, and riots are rising again. At the beginning, I listened to your advice and put down the repression in the northwest. Now, those old fritters are starting to stir again. I also understand that it is my fault. But the external strife is settled, and the riot should also be cured. Zhu Youzhen paused, "What do you think?" ”

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "What does the Holy Lord think about natural disasters?" This is what he wants to ask the most, and he is the least afraid to ask, and the least he wants to face. Just because this topic is a topic that life cannot bear.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Youzhen didn't understand the meaning of Yang Fan's words, and asked rhetorically.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, "The grass people want to know, if such a drought lasts for more than ten years, or even spreads, and even Huguang and Jiangnan will continue to suffer from drought, how does the saint feel?" ”

Shaanxi, Shanxi, Shandong, North Zhili, and finally southern Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Huguang, whether it is the barren loess or the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the spread of drought is so terrible, like a pair of devil's claws, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty is gradually drained. Yang Fan couldn't think of which year and where it would happen.

"No way, how can there be such a long drought! You sue sù, what you just said is not true! The frightened color appeared in Zhu Youzhen's pupils. He was the emperor, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and there was very little that could make him so scared. He walked around the table, grabbed Yang Fan's shoulder, his eyes were flustered, and said, "You sue me, the disaster will pass soon, right?" You sue sù me! ”

"I'm sorry, Holy One. When the teacher was dying, he died depressed. It really came to this point, and after the great drought, a plague of locusts followed...... Then there was the epidemic, and when the whole northwest and Guanzhong were starving, and the epidemic was rampant...... every word was like an awl, piercing Zhu Youzhen's heart.

"I don't listen! I don't listen! You're a liar, aren't you? Zhu Youzhen couldn't accept this fact, he naively thought that after the war in the Northeast ended, then the Ming Dynasty would soon become strong. He wants to be a generation of bright monarchs, and he has great achievements...... And this qiē was shattered and shattered by Yang Fan's words just now...... At this time, Zhu Youzhen seemed to be like a young man with strong blood, after retiring from the aura of imperial power, he was facing more than ten years of natural disasters, like a gambler who had lost his bet. Indeed, this is indeed an unbearable weight of life.

He slumped in his chair and laughed at himself, "Hehe, hehe." The fortune teller was right. It was expected two hundred years ago that the Ming Dynasty prospered in the southeast and died in the northwest. The ancestral inheritance will be destroyed in one fell swoop! Heaven is going to kill me! ”

Syllable!

The paper on the table was frantically thrown to the ground by Zhu Youzhen, "Why?" Why! ”

Yang Fan did seem very calm at the moment, and the more helpless Zhu Youzhen was, the calmer he had to be. Because there is still a lot to do next, he can't panic. "If the saint has already decided that the Ming Dynasty will die, then you can say goodbye."

His eyes lit up and he stood up from his chair, "Yang Fan, yes!" You're a master disciple of the fortune operator, you must be able to call the wind and rain, right? You save my people! Save Daming! Zhu Youzhen's last straw of hope pressed on Yang Fan.

"If you can call for wind and rain, the family teacher will not turn your eyes to the suffering of the people and end up depressed." Yang Fan shook his head, indicating that he couldn't help.

In the study, the fragrance of ink is emanated. Zhu Youzhen sat down on the chair again, shook his head weakly, and said, "I, I can't imagine that even God won't help Daming!" Yang Fan said respectfully: "Natural disasters are inevitable, but man-made disasters can be avoided!" Holy Lord, you are the only one who can save the 20,000 people of the Ming Dynasty now! ”

"I? How can I get it? If my flesh could save the lives of 20,000,000 people, it would be okay to take my life! ”

"Do you remember the Ten Strategies for Rejuvenating the Country that Lord Xu Guangqi mentioned?" Yang Fan took out a letterhead, handed it to Zhu Youzhen, and said: "I also told Lord Xu Guangqi at the beginning that a person is a fart in the eyes of others, so his remarks and opinions are all, even if they are right, they are not in the stream." Now I, Yang Fan, in the eyes of others, am a bedbug, and the person who pinched me to death will also get a stinky hand. So, no one has dared to take the advice of the subordinates, or even want to kick me out of here. ”

Zhu Youzhen took the letter, his eyes swept and he looked more and more attentive. "You...... These ten strategies ......"

"If the saint still wants to save Da Ming, it's best to think about it." Yang Fan saluted and said, "The hour is not early." It's time to meet the inn below, and there are still people to take care of. Quit. ”

"Yang Fan, is this the letter of nomination you promised to be the person who signed the agreement?" Zhu Youzhen raised his eyebrows, as if he had just recovered from the weight of the haze.

Yang Fan turned his head and said respectfully: "I don't know how to sign people." However, I will find ten, hundred, and thousand unsigners for His Majesty. ”

"Haha." Zhu Youzhen cried with joy and said with a smile: "It's really fun to fight with the sky, I feel excited when I think about it." Really, if it is true as your teacher predicted, I will really fight with the heavens! ”

"Holy Heaven, natural disasters are not terrible. The most terrible thing is that natural disasters and man-made disasters come together, and now, this curse has been planted, it depends on whether you have the courage to uproot it. ”

"Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, the fun is endless. Yang Fan, this time, you will have a good time with me. ”

Yang Fan's back trembled, it was a blessing or a curse, it was a disaster that could not be avoided, he couldn't help but move, bowed, and exited the imperial study. A cold sweat had already broken out behind him, how could Lao Mao's quotations be three hundred years in advance, it was too terrifying. He shuddered, picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the side, and slowly walked into the rain.