Xiao Yu knows very well that if such a system is promoted, it will have a great impact on future generations!

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to pry Cui Yan's head open to see if the little head with such exquisite ideas was different from ordinary people?

Xiao Yu's eyes were too straightforward, Cui Yan raised her eyebrows, and leaned back a little bit.

"Your Majesty, instead of letting the Wang family deliver the grain, let the Wang family distribute the disaster grain. Direct contact with the victims of the disaster is a better way to build a reputation than delivering food. ”

The Wang family should not refuse.

As for the Wang family, will they be greedy for ink? Then there is no need to worry.

The Wang family is a famous family, and the money and food for disaster relief should not be looked down upon.

It is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, even if he jumps into the upper class, it is more difficult to resist the temptation of wealth than the children of the family. You don't see, the huge greed of the past and present, seven or eight times out of ten, is the son of the poor family.

It stands to reason that if a person was born poor, he should be more sympathetic to the people and be a parent official who suffers for the people, but in fact, this is not the case.

The more you lack something, the more you care about it. A person who is used to being hungry, even if he eats enough and eats the delicacies of the mountains and seas, he will still feel that it is not enough.

And the children of the family, whether it is gold and silver, or money, have never been lacking, and compared to these, the family cares more about their own style and reputation.

Even if Wang Ziqi's behavior is rude, he is not as graceful as the ladies in Beijing, but Wang Ziqi's heroic righteousness and the momentum of pulling out a knife to help each other when he sees injustice are incomparable to these ladies in Beijing.

This is the difference between a famous family and a small family.

Daughters can be petted, but they can't be wrong in terms of values and judgment of right and wrong.

"That's fine." Ensure that the disaster grain can reach the hands of the victims smoothly, and it can be sold to the royal family.

"Your Majesty, you say, is it possible that this disaster grain was not burned, but secretly transferred and robbed?" With so much food, even she didn't dare to despise it, she didn't believe that Cui Haoran was not moved.

"I've thought about that too." He can prepare for the confrontation against Jiangnan and compare his heart to himself, and Cui Haoran will definitely consider it like this. What's more, if Cui Haoran wants to come out as a savior to provide disaster relief, there is not a small amount of food needed.

Even if the Cui family has food in stock, it is naturally better to be able to rob it for nothing without spending a little effort on their own.

"The location of the incident is not far from the capital in Ping'an Town, I ordered someone to go and check, and there is indeed unburned residual grain. The surrounding warehouses of all sizes were also checked, but no trace was found. ”

Cui Yan remembered that the last time she worshipped her ancestors, Ye Wuya was seriously injured, and it was Ping'an Town that she went to buy medicine for Ye Wuya and look for information.

Ping'an Town is just a small town, the streets are not long, and the amount of food for disaster relief is not a few, unless the other party arranges a warehouse underground, otherwise, that town can't hide so much food at all. It is certainly unrealistic to dig underground warehouses in such a short time.

Ping'an Town! Ping'an Town!

An idea rushed through Cui Yan's heart, but the thought disappeared too quickly, and she didn't catch it!

"Perhaps, it was really burned." Cui Yan finally said lightly.

After all, it is much easier to burn it directly than to rob it and hide it.

It is possible to be unprepared for the first time, and the second time, Xiao Yu must have been prepared at that time.

It's just that there is so much food, after all, it is a pity.

(A monk: The above, only Cui Yan's thoughts, do not represent any political position, and have nothing to do with the author of this article, Tang Xiaoseng.

Everyone: Monk! Do you still want to face? ）