So no matter how Kite Jun urges, He Chunhua just doesn't move, focusing on a strategic determination.

The husband is passive disobedience, and Mrs. Ying is worried: "Will the king punish him?" ”

"The army is not well trained, the supply of food and grass is insufficient, and even the horses are not enough, these kings know this. What's more, I also stated that if I rashly send troops, I will hang the seal and leave, please ask the king to ask for another master. ”

Mrs. Ying's color changed when she heard it.

He Yue hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, mother, your father will not let her leave." ”

His face was slightly gloomy: "There are not many talents in the Kite Court. ”

"Today's artemisia sprout dumplings are good." He Chunhua ate very well and did not show a sad look. Artemisia sprouts can't be on the dinner tables of big families in Shihuan City, but they come from Blackwater City and like this wild vegetable very much.

"Madame, don't worry. Crisis crisis, crisis organic. He smiled at his wife, "If it weren't for the urgency of state affairs, how could the king decide to transfer me back to the capital?" I see, he originally wanted to hold me in Xiazhou for at least seven or eight years. ”

The governor of a state is the goal that many officials strive for, but it is far from his ultimate dream.

These assassins and managers who have been in office for more than ten years abound.

There was a hint of sarcasm in He Chunhua's words. Mrs. Ying heard it, looked out a few times, and found that the people were not there, so she was relieved.

The He family was almost beheaded by the whole house, leaving only He Chunhua as a lone seedling. The old monarch sent him to the western frontier and appointed him as the county guard of Qiansong, which left this man to his son.

In this way, after the new monarch succeeds to the throne, he can establish his authority with the sacrifice knife of corrupt officials, and he can win the hearts of his ministers by promoting loyal and virtuous people.

After all, it was the old monarch who killed He Chunhua's family, what does it have to do with the new monarch?

No matter how heavy the resentment in his heart is, can he hate the country or the king?

No one can hate the heavens, and the people cannot hate the king.

It's a pity that today's monarch doesn't follow the script of the ancestors, and he doesn't need to put He Chunhua alone. If it weren't for the renegade national teacher Sun Fuping who went to the west to send people to the head, He Chunhua would not have had a chance to rise east.

He Chunhua also knows very well that because of the old monarch's momentary confusion, the current monarch is not so relieved of him.

He took two more bites of rice and asked He Yue: "Yue'er, what news do you have here?" ”

He got an errand for his son at the Tasinon. Dasi Nong manages the country's grain goods, and although He Yue has a light position, he can listen to a lot of important information.

"There's one thing my father had better know." He Yue said seriously, "Rongshan Sect has finally agreed to borrow money. ”

He Chunhua's chopsticks stopped, and he was happy: "How much?" ”

"Seven million taels!"

"It's willing to lend seven million taels?" He Chunhua was also shocked by this number, "I thought half of it would be good." ”

"I heard that the royal court sent envoys to borrow money three times before, but they were all rejected by Rongshan Sect." He Yue said with a smile, "This time, the Rongshan Sect agreed, and they will sell our 200,000 stone grain at a low price!" ”

He Chunhua was surprised: "Why did the Rongshan Sect suddenly become generous?" ”

He raised food for the army, and in the past, 20,000 stone of grain was enough for Zhao Pan's 50,000 army to eat for a month. 200,000 stone of parity grain, that's really generous.

The country has been importing foreign grain, and since the demand is large, the price will naturally rise.

For the current kite country, food is more real than silver, and it can solve the urgent need.

"Supposedly, it is conditional."

"It's strange if you don't have any conditions." He Chunhua sighed, "Even your brother knows that pies won't fall from the sky." ”

He suddenly mentioned his eldest son, and suddenly no one spoke at the dinner table.

After a short silence, He Yue continued: "The envoy of the Rongshan Sect has arrived in the capital, and this afternoon, the pawn ordered Lord Wang to meet with him, and it is said that they had a very happy conversation and held a banquet to entertain them. ”

"It's easy to borrow money, but it's hard to pay it back." He Chunhua rubbed his eyebrows, "Rongshan Sect is so generous, there must be a reason. ”

If people can't pay the money, they have to be beaten.

If the state can't pay the money, it has to cut the meat.

Mrs. Ying suddenly asked, "If the food and money come, will the master send troops?" ”

Previously, the reason why He Chunhua did not send troops was that there was a shortage of food and grass. What if the support of the Rongshan sect fills this gap?

If you have money, you will have food and grass, and you will be able to find a way to raise horses.

"It's not time yet." He Chunhua's face sank, "It's not time yet." ”

……

The next day the sky was sunny and the morning glow was beautiful.

He Chunhua got up and finished washing, and when he saw that Mrs. Ying always rubbed her eyelids, he asked her, "Sand in your eyes?" ”

Mrs. Ying muttered: "Since last night, my left eyelid has been jumping non-stop, and I don't know what's going on." ”

The two were about to go to breakfast, when Steward Wu suddenly rushed in from outside, shouting as he ran: "Master, happy event, great happy event!" ”

He screamed, and his voice was sharpened.

This housekeeper has always been serious, and He Chunhua hardly remembers when he had such a gaffe.

"What's going on?"

Before the last word "thing" was spoken, Steward Wu had already preemptively said: "The eldest young master is back!" ”

He Chunhua and his wife were stunned, and they didn't react for a while.

What?

Mrs. Ying was dumbfounded: "What did you say?" ”

Steward Wu stretched out his hand and pointed outside, panting a little: "The eldest young master is alive, the eldest young master is back!" ”

He Yue happened to walk outside the dining room, and when he heard the words, he rushed to the door.

Before I could get to the door, a figure came in from outside the flower gallery.

Before He Yue could see it clearly, he saw a flower in front of him, and his arm was grabbed by someone: "Second child, where are you going?" ”

The eyebrows are handsome, the air is lofty, and the smile is big white teeth, who is not He Lingchuan?

"Your handsome and dashing big brother is back!"

He Yue was ecstatic, hugged him hard and shouted, "Finally, finally! You're finally back! ”

He Lingchuan patted his Tianling Gai: "Yo, have you grown taller?" ”

In just half a year, He Yue is a head taller than before, and his face is more contoured, a little more delicate, and a little more masculine, which looks more similar to He Chunhua.

"Huh? What are you crying about? He saw that He Yue's eyes were red, "Why are you like a girl?" ”

"Brother, you ......" is strong.

Fang Cai He Yue jumped up and hugged his brother, feeling as if he had hit a wall, or his nose hit it first, and now a sour breath hit the Tianling Gai, it hurt! It hurt so much that he almost burst into tears.

Big brother's body, why is it so outrageously hard?

At this time, He Chunhua and his wife also rushed over, and they couldn't believe it when they saw He Lingchuan.

"Chuan'er ......" Mrs. Ying choked up, covered her chest with one hand, and her eyes were red.

He Chunhua strode forward, pressed his hands on the shoulders of his eldest son, and looked up and down: "Good, good!" I knew you weren't dead! ”

His eyes lit up strikingly.

He Lingchuan stared at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened and widened: "My son is back—"

He stood in the garden of a hundred flowers, with his back to the rising sun.

Perhaps because of the direct sunlight, He Chunhua suddenly felt dazzling, and even the eldest son's smile looked a little blurred.

He tilted his head, and heard the voice of his eldest son long and peaceful:

"—Father."