"Lord Futai, please show me a few words from my humble position." The king stood up from the bench with courage.

"Please." Hangzhou prefect Gao Han Wendao.

"As Zhongcheng said just now, I had a deep discussion with the adults yesterday, and the disaster relief grain can only be distributed for three days, and the mulberry seedlings must also be planted in June, these are the facts, but these things have been discussed during the deliberations the day before yesterday, why the same thing, this bill could not be implemented last time, and it can be implemented today. It is incomprehensible to be humble. Wang Yongji said carefully.

"Since it is the truth, it should have been passed the day before yesterday. What else is there to puzzle! Before the political envoy He Maocai could finish speaking, he knocked on the table and interrupted his words.

Ming Weiran stared at the TV, her eyes full of nervousness.

This is "Ming Dynasty 1566", a divine drama in Ming Weiran's heart.

Her favorite is the biographies of the Ming and Qing dynasties, like Ji Xiaolan with iron teeth and bronze teeth, Chen Jingting, a generation of famous ministers, and this one in front of her.

In particular, the history of the Ming Dynasty is particularly interesting.

The first half of this drama tells the story of the Qing officials represented by Hai Rui and Wang Yongji fighting wits and courage with a group of corrupt officials in Zhejiang, and fighting for the people on the matter of changing rice to mulberry.

The big silk farmers buy the people's fields and rent them to the people to grow mulberry, but there is no mention of the price bill for buying the land, which is tantamount to acquiescing that the price can be controlled by the big silk households, because changing rice to mulberry is a national policy, and the people must do it.

Zhejiang's corrupt officials Zheng Bichang and He Maocai actually agreed that the big silk farmers would buy one acre of land for the common people with ten stones of rice. The newly arrived prefect Gao Hanwen, who is also a parent official, refuted it as soon as he saw it yesterday, and He Maocai's gang actually used beauty tricks to blackmail him, and now he has to sign this bill, but if this pen continues, the land of hundreds of thousands of people in Zhejiang will be sold alive.

It's time for the crunch, advertising!

"Master Kong's green tea is rich in tea polyphenols, fresh and energetic. Tea polyphenols, let you feel, vitality and vitality ......"

Ming Weiran rolled her eyes and counted the countdown in the upper right corner.

Advertisements 5, 4, 3......

"The situation in Jiande County is lowly and we know that there are 270,000 people registered in Jiande County, and 440,000 acres of land are registered, of which 150,000 mu are mulberry fields for large silk households, and 290,000 mu are paddy fields for cultivators. Every year, a good year can produce two stones and five buckets of rice, less than two stones of grain per year, the rice produced is less than 300 catties per person per year, less than 250 catties of white rice per person after threshing, and less than seven or two meters per person per day. ”

Ming Weiran stared at the TV with her eyes and listened carefully, she didn't know what the concept of seven taels was, but she knew that seven taels was 0.35kg, very little, right?

……

Wang Yongji choked up a little.

"If it is changed to mulberry fields, the silk distributed by the people will be exchanged for grain, and there may be three taels and five dollars a day. Adults, three taels and five dollars of rice, adults, are you enough for a day? ”

"Of course not enough." Gao Hanwen shook his head and said.

Ming Weiran heard this with tears in her eyes, what does it mean to have the world in mind, that's it......

Wang Yongji looked at the people around him: "Mencius, Yu thinks that there are drowning people in the world, and they are drowning." If there are hungry people in the world, they are hungry. Ladies and gentlemen, the pen in your hands is tied to the lives of hundreds of thousands of victims. I am drowning in my own hunger, and I hope that my lord will be cautious......"

In a word, there was a loud sound, Ming Weiran looked at the screen, tears overflowed, his eyes were foggy, and he was drowning and starving......

Yes, he regards the people as sons, loves the people as sons, and has a father in front and a mother in the back. In this thousand-year-old history, it is these people who let future generations know that an official should be an official of his parents.

She sighed, a lot of emotion, and had a whim.

If you are also an official, you must be a good official, upright, and love the people like a son. I'm going to do my best to protect them.

But in the next second, she pulled herself back to reality, not to mention being an official now, it is difficult to even be a civil servant, how can she be a computer major in politics in the future, who let herself choose this major in the first place?

A poor student, who is taking the postgraduate entrance examination, although her grades are passable, and she is also a student of a prestigious school, but after all, she has no ability at present, but what makes her feel happy is that she has a happy family, loves her mother, father, and brother. Every time she thinks about them, she is full of motivation.

There is another person, her boyfriend, Shen Shiyuan.

Thinking of this, she laughed, and her handsome face came to her mind, she really didn't understand, how could he like herself? Family, appearance, and education are all higher than themselves...... However, they love each other deeply, and nothing else matters.

Well, don't think about it so much anymore and keep watching TV.

At this time, there was a sudden strong wind outside, and for a moment, the raindrops of beans hit the balcony, the window was open, and there were clothes on the balcony, Ming Weiran hurriedly got up and went to close the window. At the moment when she closed the window, she was suddenly frightened by a thunderclap that shook the sky, and then it was pitch black in front of her. Then the entire building on the opposite side was also gone.

There's a power outage!

She cautiously walked to the living room, fumbled for the sofa, grabbed her phone like a life-saving straw, turned on the light, and fumbled back to the bedroom.

This house is shared, and her cousin, what a coincidence, just in time for her not to be at home without a power outage, leaving her alone.

There was thunder outside, the room was dark, I looked for a long time, and I didn't see the lamp, I was about to call Shen Shiyuan, but I thought that the thunder didn't seem to be able to call, but she was so scared.

Ming Weiran hesitated and looked at "Shen Shiyuan" in the address book, and with a thunderclap, she scared back the idea of making a phone call, so she had to lie on the bed obediently, expecting herself to fall asleep quickly.

She closed her eyes. For a moment, I felt a sense of drowsiness. There is no consciousness.

Then, she only felt that she was fluttering, she thought it was a dream, but she didn't open her eyes, a cool breeze blew, she shivered, and slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw everything in front of her, her eyes widened instantly, where did she sleep, and there was a soft piece under her, was it cotton? And the fog, it's clouds! Sleep on the clouds yourself! Dreaming?

But how can it be so real.

She looked around, and saw an old man in white with a gray beard and hair sitting on the clouds, and a young man in green clothes kneeling next to him. The big cloud was fluttering towards him.

Are they immortals? Impossible.

"That's who was chosen above." The old man looked at Ming Weiran and said to the young man in Tsing Yi.

"It's her, master."

"Well, the instrument is extraordinary, a talent, I hope it can bring them hope......

The big cloud stopped in front of Ming Weiran's eyes, and she was stunned, what kind of dream was this!

"Is it Ming Weiran?" The old man sat upright and asked her.

"Hmm...... Yes, it's me. Who are you? ”

"Sent from above." The old man waved the dust in his hand and smiled. "I'm an immortal, just call me an immortal."

Ming Weiran frowned, "Immortals? ”

"No, it's the immortals, the people who live in the mountains. Not immortals. The immortal smiled kindly.

"Then how did you get through the clouds?"

"Immortals can't fly through the clouds?"

"Is this in a dream?" When Ming Weiran asked this sentence, he thought that he was not dreaming, and he usually didn't ask this sentence in his dream.

"yes." The immortal shook his head again, "No, the old man doesn't understand." But I'm looking for you on an important matter. ”

"What?"

"Save the world."

"Huh?" Ming Weiran looked at the immortal in disbelief, what? Is it like The Legend of Sword and Fairy, or is it the Avengers?

"Don't you want to be an official and benefit one party?"

"How do you know?"

"I'm an immortal. Omniscient. ”

Ming Weiran got up, feeling more and more that everything around her was incredible, she looked around, there were clouds, and she didn't know where to go.

The immortal and the young man in green looked up at her at the same time, and then raised their clouds to level with her. The immortal looked at Ming Weiran and smiled kindly: "Girl, don't be afraid. All you have to do is complete your mission and you can return to your world. ”

"I don't have what it takes to save the world! Let me go back! "Ming Weiran was a little frightened when she heard this, she wouldn't be able to go back, what else is it called to return to 'your world', and what kind of world is it now? .

"Ah...... It's the old man who exaggerated, just to let the people there live a good life! It's not about saving the world. ”

"Where?"