In the teaching department, Wang Yan did not go upstairs, but sat in the lobby, shouting with a group of sons and buddies.

On the stage is the narcissus girl he misses, and the gray-haired and generous temperament is incompatible with this place.

Wang Yan's fingers tapped on the tabletop, humming an unknown tune in his throat, his face full of comfort.

On the stage, the red clothes slowly ended, Wang Yan looked at the exit of the narcissus, not only sighed, and then put the pastries on the table in his mouth to chew, a bite of donkey rolling and eating without image.

"Childe, shouldn't we go?"

Although Wang Yan was no longer so infatuated with narcissus at this time, he had to redeem himself for the other party, but lingering in this kind of place every day, Kuanbo still felt that it had a negative impact on the growth of his son.

After Wang Yan heard this, he squeezed his eyes at Kuanbo in disgust, and then reached out and took a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into Kuanbo's mouth.

"You hurry up and gag your mouth, and let me go just after you came, how is that possible?" Wang Yan shook his head and said, still immersed in the music and dance of Fang Cai.

"You say, how do this Xingyue girl's hands look? How can you play so well! Look at these vulgar fans again, it's simply unbearable. Wang Yan pointed to the girl in the lobby and said.

Kuanbo tried his best to swallow the mung bean cake, and then pouted and said: "According to the old slave, they are all raccoon dogs, where there is a good woman from a good family, it is also worth lingering." ”

Wang Yan was even more disgusted, and couldn't help shaking his head and said, "What, Kuanbo, you really don't understand, this is called charm!" Alright, it's time to meet Boss Duan. ”

Wang Yan's gaze came to a figure who was going upstairs, it was the Duan Xuesong who had chartered the No. 1 room in Tianzi, and he was also his current subordinate.

Duan Xuesong had just come back from outside, and before he could take a sip of tea, there was a knock on the door.

After opening it, a familiar voice came in from outside: "Boss Duan's noble business is busy, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Seeing that it was Wang Yan, Duan Xuesong hurriedly got up and saluted respectfully: "Second son!" You all go down first, I have something to say to Childe. ”

When there were only two people left in the private room, Duan Xuesong tentatively spoke: "I heard that Gongzi went south, when did he come back, and he didn't let the old slave pick you up." ”

Wang Yan Monkey hurriedly poured a cup of tea: "Oh, this donkey rolled for me to eat, and I almost choked to death, Boss Duan is not strange." ”

After taking a few big sips, Wang Yan patted his chest and said, "I came to you to have something important to say." ”

"Childe, please speak."

"Does the food shortage in the capital have anything to do with you?" Wang Yan stared at Duan Xuesong's old face and asked.

Duan Xuesong's heart tightened, this matter was explained by the eldest prince, and he naturally hid it from Wang Yan.

Duan Xuesong picked up the teacup without a trace and took a sip, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "This kind of good opportunity, the old slave naturally wants to participate." ”

"How much grain do you have now?" Wang Yan went straight in.

Duan Xuesong held the teacup for a moment, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "It's only three or five million stones, and it's not a climate." ”

The transaction between Wang Yan and the Elder Governor was only three million stone of grain, which was enough for Warat to tide over the difficulties

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Cedar has a big mouth, and one mouth is a microclimate of three or five million stones.

Wang Yan poured a cup of tea for Duan Xuesong and said lightly: "Sell it to me." ”

"Childe, I'm afraid this is not in accordance with the rules, right? You are in charge of the affairs of the Northwest, but there are situations in various places, and this will affect the things I have arranged. Duan Xuesong leaned back in his chair.

Wang Yan took a sip before he spoke: "Boss Duan, I asked you to do this, right?" ”

"Isn't it the eldest prince? Even if the master comes, it will be of great benefit to the family for me to do this, why does the second son think it is inappropriate? Duan Xuesong was not afraid at all.

Wang Yan chuckled: "Then do you know that Jinyiwei has been eyeing this matter?" Your exposure will only be instantaneous. ”

"It's nothing more than a hoarder, as long as the money is in place, nothing will happen, besides, this thing is so easy to do, no one in the court supports it, don't you believe it?" Duan Xuesong's expression was still relaxed.

"You're right, there are many businessmen, and there are many people who take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, but when I say exposure, I mean our existence, not some hoarding."

Duan Xuesong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the second son's words: "What did the son say?" ”

"Anyway, I can't tell you yet, believe it or not, don't wait for something to happen and regret it too late.

Now throw this hot potato to me, and you won't lose anything if nothing happens, but if something happens, then you can pick it up. Wang Yan had already gotten up.

"Childe! You let the old slave think about it. ”

Wang Yan ignored Duan Xuesong, but walked towards the door: "It's okay, since you don't believe me, then forget it, I'm ready anyway, even if you expose me, it won't be anything." ”

"Childe! Wait a minute, you can take another sip of tea! ”

With the passage of time, although there is a transshipment of grain and grass, there are always people who do not sell grain, which makes the price of grain remain high.

Yin Wangxian of Shuntian Mansion has no choice, and has begun to open the official warehouse to help those people who really can't afford to buy food, but facing the Jingshi with a population of one million is not a long-term solution after all.

There has even begun to rob the grain store, and the people of Jingshi are panicking, and the people are only worried about a bite to eat.

In the early morning of this day, Zhu Qizhen had already washed up early, and a letter was stuffed into Sun Tzu's Art of War on the table.

"Your Majesty, you can get off."

Zhu Qizhen rearranged his clothes and looked at his body before leaving, which was very different from the past.

The imperial gate listened to the government, Zhu Qizhen sat on the dragon chair, looking at this imperial city, and kept imagining that Taizong was sitting on this dragon chair, facing the thoughts in the hearts of the ministers, but he just chuckled in the end, and he was a pleasure for himself.

The officials have gradually arrived, and they are all curious about Zhu Qizhen, who arrived early today.

After the early dynasty began, Yin Wangxian of Shuntian Mansion was the first to occupy it: "Your Majesty, because of the lack of food in Shuntian Mansion, people have begun to make trouble, and if you don't solve it, I am afraid that something big will happen." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone unconsciously raised their eyes, wanting to see how Zhu Qizhen responded, but due to etiquette, there was just such an action,

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He did not dare to look directly at the emperor.

"What is Wang Aiqing's good plan?" Zhu Qizhen asked.

The minister believed that the reason why the people behaved in this way was because of the shortage of food, and the shortage of food was related to the hoarding of people.

In fact, now that the summer grain has just been harvested, it is far from the time when there is a real shortage, and there are also grain stocks among the people, which are all fueled by others.

The minister asked the emperor to thoroughly investigate the black market and give the people a guarantee of rations. Wang Xian's gray beard trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Wang Fu Yin, if there are people making trouble, they should be arrested first and strictly punished with the law.

How can they avoid the important and make light of it, saying that some people are fueling the trouble, do they not care if they want to rebel?

I think it's because some people are making trouble for some reason, so that the merchants are reluctant to sell, please ask the emperor to arrest the mob, and return the Beijing division to a peaceful place! Dali Temple right Shaoqing Xi Jiayan retorted.

"Master Xi! You and I are all people who provide for them, and now they have no rice to cook, are you so unsympathetic? Wang Xian pointed at Xi Jiayan with some excitement.

Xi Jiayan was also full of gray hair, and he was older than Wang Xian, so he went back directly: "I am the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and my duty is to maintain the law of Daming. ”

Seeing that the two of them were arguing again, Zhu Qizhen said: "Those who make trouble under the pretext of making trouble must naturally be punished, but they must also be considerate of the difficulties of the people."

Wang Xian, you have to distinguish people well, there should be no one less to catch, and no one should be released, do you understand? ”

"Obey."

As soon as Zhu Qizhen said this, Xi Jiayan was not easy to entangle, and returned to the queue with a cold snort.

"Wang Xian, how effective is your opening of a warehouse? But what's the difficulty? Zhu Qizhen asked.

Sure enough, Wang Xian, who was unwilling to go back, still had a lot of bitterness to complain about, and when he heard Zhu Qizhen ask, Wang Xian's old face was full of bitterness and said: "Your Majesty, the official warehouse of Shuntianfu is almost empty, the price of grain is unstable for a day, and the people are helpless for a day." ”

"Jin Lian, how much grain has your trading house collected from all over the country?" Zhu Qizhen looked at Jin Lian.

"Back to the emperor, the ministers are incompetent, and now the grain prices have risen sharply in various places for the reason of reduced production, and so far less than 100,000 stone has been raised."

Less than 100,000, for Shuntianfu, which has a population of one million, it can't be described as a drop in the bucket.

Zhu Qizhen seemed to be just a routine, and he just asked and didn't say anything, which made Jin Lian's prepared rhetoric come to naught.

"Wang Aiqing is insisting on insisting, with Jin Lian Shangshu's fundraising, I believe that food prices will be stabilized soon, and you will have to work hard these days." Zhu Qizhen explained, and left from the dragon chair.

"Retreat!"

"Your Majesty! However, the treasury will be empty soon! Emperor! Wang Xian shouted that he couldn't return to Zhu Qi Town, but he called Jin Lian.

"Wei Shan, don't be in a hurry, this official will allocate the 100,000 stones to you first! Feel relieved! Rest assured! ”

"Shangshu-sama, you!"

The Manchu Dynasty retreated, and in the end, only Wang Xian was left standing.

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