"It's so unbelievable!"

In the side hall of Wenyuan Pavilion, the second assistant Liu Wenbin closed the fold and threw it on the eucalyptus table on the side, which was the fold handed by the Metropolitan Procuratorate to impeach the Jia family, although Liu Wenbin was very unaccustomed to the arrogance of the Jia family, but he also knew that this matter could only be counted like this, and the overall situation was important.

Chen Qiang, the honest right capital imperial history, couldn't help but ask: "How should this matter be handled?" ”

"That's it."

Liu Wenbin looked at him, "In the future, the excerpts about the Jia family can be sent directly, and Chen Yushi will not have to worry about it." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

Although Chen Qiang was ashamed, he had no choice but to walk out stupidly.

Ding Yuanzhu, who was sitting on the side, smiled, "They are all colleagues, and the second assistant shouldn't be like this." ”

Liu Wenbin glanced at him, "There are two types of people that the old man hates the most, one is a real villain, and the other is a hypocrite. ”

"Oh?"

Ding Yuanzhu shook up, "I don't know what kind of person he is?" ”

"What do you say?"

Liu Wenbin smiled.

Ding Yuanzhu knew that Liu Wenbin would not answer this sentence in order to avoid suspicion, after all, Zhang Qiang was the emperor's confidant, so he was silent for a while, and said: "People's hearts are like water!" ”

Han Jun, who had been silent for a long time, saw the opportunity and said: "The Jinling Ministry sent an excerpt, which is still very different from the one sent by the Metropolitan Procuratorate from Huai'an. ”

Liu Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and somewhat understood, "You make it clear!" ”

Han Jun handed over the fold in his hand and said, "This was just delivered, Jifu can see it for himself." ”

Liu Wenbin snatched the fold and unfolded it to look at it urgently, his face began to change, the people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate were too bold, and they dared to blatantly frame him.

At this moment, the crown prince Zhu Wucheng hurriedly walked in, and Wen Fangyan, Chen Ruiwen, and Yang Lin also followed.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhu Wucheng asked, "Old Ding Ge, how much grain does the household still have?" ”

Ding Yuanzhu replied: "Back to the prince, there are 530,000 stones of grain stored in the three granaries in the outer city, and 320,000 stones of grain are stored in the Chongwenmen granary, and in addition, the household department has transferred 150,000 stones from Henan, which is already on the way. ”

Zhu Wucheng: "Oh....." Then sat down on the chair at the top, "Didn't you say last time that you were discussing with the Kong family to buy grain, how is it?" ”

There was silence.

Zhu Wucheng stared at Ding Yuanzhu, "What's wrong?" ”

"This ....."

Ding Yuanzhu hesitated for a moment, "Back to the prince, the price has not been negotiated yet, and the difference is a bit big!" ”

"Oh?"

Zhu Wucheng was stunned, "How much worse?" ”

Ding Yuanzhu: "Four hundred dollars." ”

Zhu Wucheng stood up and asked, "So much!" ”

Not only Zhu Wucheng, but Wen Fangyan, Liu Wenbin, and Chen Ruiwen were all secretly surprised.

"Shousuke?"

Zhu Wucheng's gaze turned to Wen dialect again, "What should I do about this?" ”

As a representative of the Northern Scholar Group, Wen Fangyan had to reply, "The minister just discussed this matter with Kong Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites yesterday, specifically because the contradictions within the Confucian family have not been resolved, and some people are unwilling to sell grain to the imperial court and make a hindrance, so they will quote such an unrealistic price." ”

Zhu Wucheng stared at Wen Fangyan, "What is the attitude of Yan Shenggong?" ”

Wen Fangyan said softly: "Yan Shenggong is seventy-nine years old this year, and after cultivating the way of a saint for so many years, he has long been unable to ask about the secular affairs of the clan. ”

Zhu Wucheng sneered, "What kind of 'way of a saint' is this?" In order to support the army at the front, except for Cining Palace, the daily expenses of all palaces in the imperial city have been cut in half, but there are still people who want to make a windfall! ”

There was silence in the hall.

Zhu Wucheng sat down with a dark expression.

Ding Yuanzhu stood up, "In the last military report, the Taibao said that hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep were seized, plus the military rations that were successively transported to Xuanfu, it should be able to hold out until Huguang autumn grain entered Beijing." ”

Shoufu Wen dialect sighed silently, "Xuanfu sent an urgent report, the Warat people attacked a grain transport team of our army, burning nearly 30,000 stone of rice, in addition, Xuanfu received a group of Han people who had just been rescued from the grassland, so the grain stock over there was not enough, and they asked for an order to allocate 100,000 stone of grain as soon as possible." ”

Ding Yuanzhu was anxious, "Didn't you transfer an extra 100,000 stone of grain to them at the end of August?" How long has it been! ”

Chen Ruiwen: "This year's weather is colder than in previous years, much colder, the army is still wearing summer clothes, and cotton clothes should be prepared early." ”

There was silence, the development of the war situation exceeded expectations, and before I knew it, five months had passed, and Jiangsu and Zhejiang had also started a war.

Zhu Wucheng's face darkened for a moment, and when he turned to look at Wen dialect, he smiled again, and said: "Qin Tianjian sent a letter that it will be very cold in Gyeonggi this year, and there may be a snow disaster, which is much bigger than the forty years of Tianyou, so ......"

Everyone present understood that the imperial court was short of food, and the Kong family did not have oil and salt, so they held their breath and remained silent.

Chen Ruiwen: "The household department will allocate 100,000 stone of grain to the Xuanfu first, otherwise it will not be good to delay the front-line war." ”

At this moment, a Wenyuan Pavilion errand officer hurriedly walked in, almost tripped on the threshold, raised the song in his hand, and panted, "Xuan, Xuanfu!" 600 miles expedited ......"

Chen Ruiwen strode over, grabbed the fold, hurriedly showed it, his face changed, and he muttered: "The Han people sent back from the grassland were mixed in with the Warat spies, and they took advantage of the night to set fire everywhere in the camp, and then led those Han people to storm the barracks, and took advantage of the chaos to set fire to the grain depot....."

Wen Fangyan snatched the fold, and Liu Wenbin also turned his head over.

Ding Yuanzhu couldn't help it, and said hesitantly: "This is a bit ..... Outrageous! ”

Zhu Wucheng rolled his eyes, "Go!" Go to Qianqing Palace. ”

............

In the early morning, in the south of Hangai Mountain, a thin layer of white mist was shrouded in the river, at this time, a rapid sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the early morning, only to see two Ming cavalry on the river beach break through the fog, they galloped along the river beach, and rushed to the northeast.

"Green Sword Fairy"

On a wide river beach in the middle reaches of the river, there are several small tents, and a group of Ming soldiers are having breakfast on the side, about more than 100 people, at this time, a strong man wearing armor and carrying a knife and a bow walks out of a larger tent, and it is the long-missing Datong general soldier Xiangyang Bo Wang Bin.

On the same day, Wang Bin escaped from the battlefield by luck, led more than 100 guards to escape into the depths of the prairie, and then failed to meet the main force of the Ming army led by Niu Jizong for various reasons.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried horses' hooves in the distance, and the Ming troops who were eating got up one after another, holding their swords and waiting for battle.

"The patrol is back, continue eating!"

After a while, a cavalryman rushed to Wang Bin and grabbed the reins, jumped off his horse, and said loudly: "Uncle Yu, a battlefield was found thirty miles away, and a small number of the dead were Wara women and children, and most of them were Han people who had been stripped of their battle armor, but it is certain that these people were not Ming soldiers. ”

"Oh?"

Wang Bin frowned, and immediately asked, "But are there any other discoveries?" ”

The patrol pondered for a moment and hesitated, "It should be our people who ambushed these people. ”

"How?"

"Wounds, the wounds on several Han people were caused by firecrackers."

"Firebolt? You read that right! ”

"Sure, it's a firebolt."

The patrol nodded vigorously.

Firebolt?

Wang Bin raised his head and quietly looked at the slowly rising sun, his eyes lit up, he couldn't be wrong, it must be Jia Jue who came.

Thinking of this, Wang Bin ordered loudly: "Order, quickly pack up, and follow me to meet Zhongwubo!" ”

After a while, Wang Binmeng whipped his horse and led the more than 100 Ming troops to gallop to the southwest.

..........

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Jia Jue glanced at the noble lady in front of him and smiled slightly, "Dear princess, let's meet again, it's really fate!" ”

The noble lady glanced at Jia Jue hatefully, "What are you going to do with us?" ”

Jia Jue smiled, "Of course, I sent you and Shizi to Beijing, after all, that's where you should stay." ”

Zhu Houze's old wife's face sank.

At this time, Jia Gui's voice suddenly came from outside the big tent, "Dashuai, Uncle Xiangyang is here." ”