"What, do you recognize him?" Yin Chenglian was very puzzled when he saw the reaction of the painting thirteen.

Not only do you recognize, on the cliff yesterday, it was this person who pushed the painting thirteen off the cliff, it was really a narrow road, I am afraid that the long machine must not have imagined at this moment, the painting thirteen is standing in the prince's mansion safe and sound and laughing with Yin Chenglian. At this time, a few rooster crows sounded outside to break the long night, and the thirteenth painting looked at Xiao Se Xiwei, and said:

"There are still a few hours before His Highness can enter the palace to face the saint, and it will not be too late for us to talk about the matter of the long machine. If the emperor asks His Royal Highness, how much food you need to bring with you to help the people on this trip, do you have a count in your heart? ”

"Grain... A thousand stones? 10,000 stones? No, I have to depend on the number of hungry people. Yin Chenglian frowned and asked Zhang Yueheng, "You used to lead troops to march, how many troops correspond to how much food?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, 10,000 stone soldiers can guarantee that 10,000 troops can survive for a month." Zhang Yueheng replied like a few treasures, and his marching career seemed to be vivid, "The soldiers consume a lot, and if they are weak and hungry, there will be some discounts on the amount of food as appropriate." ”

Yin Chenglian wrote down the relevant numbers, and suddenly had confidence in his heart, and looked at the painting thirteen proudly. And Hua Thirteen frowned, shook his head, and said, "Does Your Highness think that what the Holy Lord needs is just a person who counts?" ”

Yin Chenglian said unhappily: "Obviously, you asked me, I have to think about how much official food my father needs to bring over." ”

"I didn't take a stone." The tone of the painting thirteen is serious and sincere.

"You asked me to tell my father that? You're clearly pushing me into the fire pit! Yin Chenglian seemed to be mocked.

"Opening the treasury and distributing official rations is a simple matter, and any household official can easily come to it. But you are different, you are His Royal Highness, and the answer the emperor wants is much more than that. The thirteen eyes of the painting were gloomy, staring intently at Yin Chenglian.

Yin Chenglian was stunned: "But, if you let me not take away a stone of official food, what will I do to help the people?" ”

Hua Thirteen raised his hand and lightly pointed at Yin Chenglian's head: "Brain." ”

Yin Chenglian took away the hand of the thirteenth painter and pouted: "Xiaobai, you are getting less and less big or small, dare to say that His Royal Highness has no brains?" If you have any ideas, don't sell it! ”

"Your Highness, you must understand that once you walk out of this prince's mansion, which has been unattended for ten years, the situation between the DPRK and China will inevitably turn upside down. His Royal Highness's city is still light, the so-called 'no anger, no anger, no anger', Xiaobai just hopes that you can be patient and calm down and think about it more. Seeing that Yin Chenglian was impatient and frivolous for a while, he was deeply worried in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little good as a teacher.

Stubborn and sincere as Yin Chenglian, he has a problem, once he accepts someone and likes someone, he will often trust him with his heart and lungs.

"You're right. I'm not in a hurry, you speak slowly, I'll just follow you and think slowly. Yin Chenglian looked obedient.

The corners of the painting thirteen's mouth lifted lightly, and continued to slowly lead out: "Your Highness, do you know where the official food of the imperial court comes from?" ”

"Of course, it's the taxes and grain paid by various places."

"Where is the most abundant grain?"

"It belongs to the area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the land is fertile, the wind and rain are smooth, even if there is a famine this year, it has not been affected, and the grain is as abundant as ever......"

As he spoke, Yin Chenglian suddenly stopped and paused for a moment: "You mean, dispatch grain from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Yunnan?" Jiangsu and Zhejiang are closer to Yunnan, so it can also save more than half of the effort to carry grain! ”

Hua Thirteen nodded slightly, with a bit of approval in his eyes: "What His Highness said is good. The granaries of Jiangsu and Zhejiang are like clouds, especially in this year of famine, the grain merchants are ten times more than 100 times the grain to build warehouses, raise the price of rice, buy it to officials and civilians, and make a lot of money from it. Then Your Highness, let me ask, how will you distribute the rice from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to the hungry people? ”

"Forced conscription. Extraordinary things need to use extraordinary methods, on the one hand, there are hungry people who are in dire straits, and on the other hand, there are grain merchants who take advantage of the fire to rob and seek profit. Isn't it a judgment to decide which side to favor? Yin Chenglian gradually got rid of his cynicism and said righteously.

"The grain merchants are also self-reliant, but God is just making it beautiful. If they use forcible requisition, they are well-sold, and they will lose some money and sell them quickly, but they will refuse to obey their fate, and when the granary is empty, won't His Highness lose his wife and soldiers? Painting 13 calmly analyzed.

"Can't be forcibly requisitioned...... Then, use the stolen one instead! This is convenient! Yin Chenglian's eyes lit up.

Painting thirteen couldn't help laughing: "Tens of thousands of stone grain, not to mention smuggling out of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, is stolen from the granary, and thousands of people are still needed. ”

Yin Chenglian raised his eyebrows: "What is this Tianyu doing?" ”

The painting thirteen paused, lowered his eyes, and quipped: "Since the founding of the Great Yin, the first prince who led the army to steal the people's food, how could such a strong stroke not be recorded in history?" ”

Yin Chenglian smiled, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't be sarcastic about me." You can't steal or rob, so what to do? Can you still let these grains fly from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Yunnan on their own long legs? ”

"Exactly." Hua Thirteen stared at Yin Chenglian's eyes with a teachable expression on his face, "It is only by letting them send the grain to Yunnan by themselves that the merit is complete." ”

Yin Chenglian's eyes widened in disbelief: "Xiaobai, are you sleepy, how can you talk in your dreams?" They are all businessmen who have fallen into the eyes of money, how can they obediently send grain to Yunnan? ”

"Not bad. Merchants are not living bodhisattvas, unless they are engaged in making money. And the land of Yunnan is precisely the most in need of food, and it will definitely be in short supply. "Draw thirteen paragraphs.

"Isn't that nonsense? They have to be able to afford food, too! Yin Chenglian pursed his lips and thought for a while, "You mean, I can make a proposal to my father and emperor to prohibit grain merchants from raising the price of rice, and order them to sell grain to refugees at a low price!" ”

"That's half right." Hua Thirteen smiled noncommittally, "However, if the grain merchants want to rush to transport large quantities of grain to Yunnan, the only way to order the price of rice in Yunnan to be raised is to make them breathtaking. ”

Yin Chenglian looked at Hua Thirteen dumbfounded, couldn't help but reach out and probe Hua Thirteen's forehead, and muttered, "I don't have a fever either." How do you talk nonsense? The grain merchants have made it clear that they are taking advantage of the fire to rob, and there is no way to punish them for a while, so why should I help them? ”

"Your Highness's gaze might as well be farther." Painting 13 said slowly, "If there are many things, they are cheap, and if they are less, they are expensive, and ordinary people only know that they can 'seek cheapness', but they don't know that 'seeking more' is also a curve to save the country." Do you think that when large quantities of grain are transported to Yunnan from all directions, what will happen to the price of rice once the supply is sufficient? ”

Yin Chenglian's eyes froze slightly, and then suddenly lit up: "I understand!" Thank you, Xiaobai! ”

Painting Thirteen Wan'er said with a smile: "The official food savings in Beijing are limited, and the famine in the northern provinces has stretched the treasury. ”

Yin Chenglian pondered silently for a moment, and nodded quite steadily: "Then, I'll go to the palace." ”

Painting 13 solemnly bowed his hand: "I am here waiting for the time when the saint returns to the house under the Cheng Palace." ”

Yin Chenglian's eyes became more and more determined and resolute, he glanced at Zhang Yueheng, who was full of anticipation and couldn't hide his excitement, cleaned up, and walked towards the palace with firm steps in the morning light.

"The Thirteenth Prince turned out to be the old man of His Royal Highness." Zhang Yueheng's tone was much more respectful.

"Is the old man or the new man important? The next is the same as General Zhang. "The thirteen eyes of the painting are transparent and clear.

"Oh? I don't remember what I said was important. You don't know how to say sleeve girl, right? Zhang Yueheng sat down, his armor clanging.

"An obsession." The thirteen eyes of the painting are deep, "The 'five fingers in front of the emperor' sealed by the emperor back then, except for His Royal Highness King Xuan and General Zhang, the other three old generals have been unarmed and returned to the field. And General Zhang is the only one who would rather guard the abolished prince as an unknown gatehouse, and the marching tent will not be collected for ten years, isn't it a deep obsession? ”

Zhang Yueheng grinded his teeth, patted the armor on his body heavily, and his flabby cheeks seemed to tremble: "I've been wearing it for most of my life, and I'm reluctant to take it off!" ”

Hua Thirteen wanted to ask him again why he followed Yin Chenglian loyally, but it could be seen that Zhang Yueheng's expression flickered, as if there was something unspeakable, so he didn't ask any more, and continued to say: "Yin Chenglian's temperament is very similar to his uncle Jiang Taifu, although he is in a royal land, but he is soft-hearted, affectionate and righteous, and should not only be imprisoned in this abandoned cage, fortunately, the emperor remembered him." ”

"It's just that His Highness is too playful now. Actually-" Zhang Yueheng smacked his lips and said after hesitating for a moment, "Actually, the emperor is going to summon His Highness sooner or later." From the moment when the restored Chinese painting was designated as "Firefly Picture", the existence of His Royal Highness gradually returned to the sight of the imperial court. ”

Painting Thirteen's heart froze, and he suddenly looked at Zhang Yueheng with admiration: "I can't imagine that General Zhang still doesn't forget to figure out the holy will while being drunk and dreaming of death." ”

"Some people drink, but the more they drink, the more confused they become. Lao Tzu's wine, it's to confuse others by drinking, and the more I drink it, the more I understand! Zhang Yueheng raised his head and laughed heartily twice, "I believe that the Thirteenth Prince, you will have no second heart for Your Highness." To tell you the truth, when the Holy Lord sent me to guard the Prince's Mansion, he said that it would last for ten years. ”

Painting thirteen eyebrows, his heart jumped, and he was surprised: "Could it be that the saint ...... Does Yin Chenglian know? Does he know the phrase 'ten years'? ”

Zhang Yueheng puffed out his cheeks: "The saint said that it must not be spread outside, especially to His Highness." Seeing that ten years have passed, His Royal Highness has also entered the palace again, and there is no difference between saying it and not saying it. ”

Painting Thirteen's mind was spinning rapidly, and he seemed to see layers of darkness beating in the heart of the candle, and the darkness was mixed with a little light. He sorted out his thoughts and said with a faint smile: "It seems that His Highness is going to face more than one southward journey. General Zhang, I would like to ask you about someone. ”

"Who?"

"Hiroshi Ziyu."