As time passed, more and more refugees flocked to the outskirts of Beijing. The imperial court really did not come up with any strong solution, the time entered November, the weather was getting colder and colder, but the emperor fell ill, and he could not go to the court for many days.

At the same time, there was also news in northern Xinjiang, as soon as the king of Nan'an arrived, he had a big battle with the main force of the Jiang people, and in the case of countless casualties, he even kept the first city between the northern Xinjiang and the Jiang people - leaving the city, and the situation was not optimistic.

Under such circumstances, of course, Lu Kun did not stay in Luquan Villa for a long time, and after living very depressed, he returned to the capital sullenly.

Yan Ran is not idle, there have been thousands of homeless people in Zhuangzi recently, although the specific small things have been arranged by others, but she holds the general direction in her hands. Due to the increasing number of people, the original stock of grain in Zhuangzi seems to be a lot compared to the grain they have been buying in the vicinity recently, but it may not be enough. At this time, the grain stores in the capital not only had a much higher price of grain, but also many of them closed their doors because they had no grain to sell.

After Yan Ran's shop opened in the town, although the business was not very prosperous, because the things sold were close to the lives of the people, people came to patronize them every day, but they didn't make much.

On the contrary, it is the business of Foguang Temple, in recent years, natural disasters have continued, people are more superstitious about the gods and the like, and all kinds of trinkets sent to the past are sold well in comparison, especially the combs that have been enshrined in front of the Buddha, whether they are wooden, jade, or gold, silver, they are very popular. People privately call Foguang Temple as Comb Temple.

Yan Ran smiled bitterly when she heard this nickname. The reason why I took a few combs to the temple before was just to see the allusion of selling combs to monks in the memory of the emperor's grandmother, so it became a joke, and I sent those sets of exquisite combs to the Buddha for worship, and what I carried in my heart was more of a joke, but I didn't expect it......

On the third day of the first month of November, the people below handed over all the accounts, Yan Ran had a dozen and no dozen, and flipped a few pages casually, and suddenly saw that the last time Furong Pavilion bought was on the sixth day of October, and no one came since.

This is a little unusual, Yan Ran immediately paid attention to it, and asked Lu Ju to dig out the corresponding account books of August and September to compare, and immediately found the difference.

Yan Ran found that the purchase of hibiscus in recent months has obviously decreased a lot, that is, September is less than August, and in October, there is only one time, which is less than one-fifth of the purchase volume in the whole September. So what's next? Will it become less and less until it disappears?

Is such a thing possible?

Yan Ran couldn't help but suspect that An Guogong had three Furong Pavilions, which were located in different cities, even if it was the land of the capital, there were more refugees and no business, but the other two places should be better, right? This year's situation doesn't seem to affect those two places, huh?

Could it be that the Hibiscus Pavilion has gone out of business?

Yan Ran blinked, she hadn't received any news so far. But this Furong Pavilion is the source of the emperor's small private medical library, if it is so unclear, the emperor will not know, right?

Wait, Your Majesty?

Yan Ran felt as if she had caught something, but she wasn't sure. Wait, the emperor said he was sick...... Could he simply and crudely connect these two things?

As time passed, more and more refugees flocked to the outskirts of Beijing. The imperial court really did not come up with any strong solution, the time entered November, the weather was getting colder and colder, but the emperor fell ill, and he could not go to the court for many days.

At the same time, there was also news in northern Xinjiang, as soon as the king of Nan'an arrived, he had a big battle with the main force of the Jiang people, and in the case of countless casualties, he even kept the first city between the northern Xinjiang and the Jiang people - leaving the city, and the situation was not optimistic.

Under such circumstances, of course, Lu Kun did not stay in Luquan Villa for a long time, and after living very depressed, he returned to the capital sullenly.

Yan Ran is not idle, there have been thousands of homeless people in Zhuangzi recently, although the specific small things have been arranged by others, but she holds the general direction in her hands. Due to the increasing number of people, the original stock of grain in Zhuangzi seems to be a lot compared to the grain they have been buying in the vicinity recently, but it may not be enough. At this time, the grain stores in the capital not only had a much higher price of grain, but also many of them closed their doors because they had no grain to sell.

After Yan Ran's shop opened in the town, although the business was not very prosperous, because the things sold were close to the lives of the people, people came to patronize them every day, but they didn't make much.

On the contrary, it is the business of Foguang Temple, in recent years, natural disasters have continued, people are more superstitious about the gods and the like, and all kinds of trinkets sent to the past are sold well in comparison, especially the combs that have been enshrined in front of the Buddha, whether they are wooden, jade, or gold, silver, they are very popular. People privately call Foguang Temple as Comb Temple.

Yan Ran smiled bitterly when she heard this nickname. The reason why I took a few combs to the temple before was just to see the allusion of selling combs to monks in the memory of the emperor's grandmother, so it became a joke, and I sent those sets of exquisite combs to the Buddha for worship, and what I carried in my heart was more of a joke, but I didn't expect it......

On the third day of the first month of November, the people below handed over all the accounts, Yan Ran had a dozen and no dozen, and flipped a few pages casually, and suddenly saw that the last time Furong Pavilion bought was on the sixth day of October, and no one came since.

This is a little unusual, Yan Ran immediately paid attention to it, and asked Lu Ju to dig out the corresponding account books of August and September to compare, and immediately found the difference.

Yan Ran found that the purchase of hibiscus in recent months has obviously decreased a lot, that is, September is less than August, and in October, there is only one time, which is less than one-fifth of the purchase volume in the whole September. So what's next? Will it become less and less until it disappears?

Is such a thing possible?

Yan Ran couldn't help but suspect that An Guogong had three Furong Pavilions, which were located in different cities, even if it was the land of the capital, there were more refugees and no business, but the other two places should be better, right? This year's situation doesn't seem to affect those two places, huh?

Could it be that the Hibiscus Pavilion has gone out of business?

Yan Ran blinked, she hadn't received any news so far. But this Furong Pavilion is the source of the emperor's small private medical library, if it is so unclear, the emperor will not know, right?

Wait, Your Majesty?

Yan Ran felt as if she had caught something, but she wasn't sure. Wait, the emperor said he was sick...... Could he simply and crudely connect these two things? If you love it, how can you not pay attention to this or the hot online article, and chat about the online article together~