Chen Siliang said sincerely.

But Zhang Junlin did not dare to agree with these words.

The Chen family has no food to spare?

The Chen family's base camp is in Zhenzhou.

He only borrowed 10,000 stones from Jinling, and the remaining 20,000 stones were shipped north.

Including borrowing and donating, the maximum is 20,000 stones.

For the Chen family, who rely on the convergence of the door and sit on 10,000 acres of fertile land, this bit of grain is drizzle.

"Dean Chen, your difficulties are understood by this palace."

The smile on Zhang Junlin's face disappeared, and his face was embarrassed.

"But the people under the palace also have to eat, not that the army of Western Chu left, and their people also left."

The prince laughed.

Chen Siliang snorted.

The life or death of the people of Jinling has nothing to do with them.

Unless South Vietnam is destroyed.

Otherwise, no matter how much the Western Chu army can fight, it will not be able to fight Zhenzhou.

"How many of the families present are from Jinling?"

Zhang Junlin's gaze swept over the people below.

Immediately, a few of them stood up.

All dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything to stare at Zhang Junlin, who borrowed their food.

Compare the local powerful families in Zhenzhou.

The powerful families in Jinling City suffered even more losses due to excessive food hoarding.

Zhang Junlin knows.

In this era, it is the grandson who borrows things.

However, he didn't say no.

"You also think that Jinling is safe, South Vietnam is safe, and the enemy soldiers in Western Chu can't beat you, so the food donated to stabilize the morale of the army can be recovered?"

"Yes!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

Zhang Junlin was very satisfied, and gestured to the open space near the street on Chen Siliang's right.

"Come on, come on, everyone stand here, the people in Jinling City have donated more food to protect the safety of Jinling."

"This palace will discuss with you first."

As soon as this remark came out.

Those who stood up were overjoyed.

And because there was surplus food at home, the two heads of the family did not dare to resist the prince's obscenity.

I regretted that my intestines were blue.

I knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so easy to speak, and it was completely inconsistent with the rumored image of fighting if he didn't agree with him.

And they came forward!

"Dean Chen stands on the side, this palace speaks louder, so as not to spray foam and fishy particles on you for a while."

Zhang Junlin smiled and used the sickle handle.

Pulling Chen Siliang's body to the side.

As the head of this group.

Chen Siliang wanted to say a few more fair words for everyone.

It can be seen that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not seem to be rude, and he is very reasonable.

He took two steps back to the side.

"Are there any Jinling people?"

Zhang Junlin asked again in the crowd.

The two who regretted it just now.

You look at me.

I'll look at you.

In the end, there was only one, trotting into the crowd with a snickering on his face.

Towards Zhang Junlin with a fist.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Weichen is a golden ......"

"No matter which family you belong to, whether you have been in a high position or a small official, this palace will treat everyone equally and convince people."

That's great!

The faces of the people in Jinling were happy.

The people in Zhenzhou were also overjoyed.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has withdrawn the grain donated by the people of Jinling, and it is impossible not to return them.

As long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince retreats.

His Majesty knew that the Assassins had resolved the crisis, and would not force them to donate food again.

and everyone will be happy.

It's just that they came to this town.

Only then did I understand that this grain donation was started by the prince borrowing grain.

It was not the second prince who took the lead in borrowing grain.

When the time comes.

If His Majesty does not repay this account, they can only be counted on the crown prince's head.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, my family donated 11,000 stone grain to the soldiers who guarded Jinling."

"My family donated 10,800 stones."

"My ......"

Don't wait for them to explain it one by one.

Zhang Junlin raised his hand and interrupted them.

Pointing to the warehouse.

"There are accounts, you don't have to rush to report the number, the palace has other important things to deal with, don't gossip, you just said that the donated food is for the soldiers to resist the enemy soldiers in Western Chu to have food, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Who would have thought that the enemy soldiers of Western Chu would be so vulnerable, thanks to the courage and strength of the crown prince, who protected the city and food for us."

Regardless of the circumstances.

Anyway, this group of people is trying to get food.

You must also be cheeky and speak of your own starting points as noble.

By the way, I put the high hat that doesn't want money on the head of His Royal Highness the Prince.

seems to have received the favor of His Royal Highness the Prince, but in fact, he refused to say a word of verbal thanks.

"That's fine."

Zhang Junlin raised the sickle in his hand.

The two closest people were frightened into a thrill and retreated again and again.

Seeing this, Chen Siliang's pupils shook even more, and he shouted.

"Prince, stop!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Junlin asked in surprise.

"Dean Chen, did you really let this palace stop?"

"The prince can't make and kill evil, these are the pillars of my Nanyue country!"

This knife goes down.

The murder is small.

I am afraid that the Jinling area will set off a wave of opposition to the crown prince's imprisonment.

Although there are no external troubles, internal worries are even worse!

"Oh."

Listen to the advice of others to eat well.

Zhang Junlin put away the long scythe and turned his head to look back.

Communicate with Shi Lei and others with your eyes.

Shiller.

Sun Geng reads.

Did you hear that?

“……”

“……”

Shi Lei and Sun Gengyu thought of the coping method that Prince Zhang said last night.

Look at the group of magnates in front of you who are led by the nose.

They were tortured for three days because of the excrement and the grievances that they couldn't eat or sleep well in the past few days.

When I heard the South Vietnamese say that they were "vulnerable", I couldn't help but explode.

"Up!"

"Let this group of South Vietnamese people who can't lift their hands or carry them on their shoulders see how vulnerable our Western Chu people are!"

One hundred and eight fourth- and fifth-order martial artists.

Against a thousand first- and second-order martial artists.

It's like a pack of wolves into a flock of sheep.

Without much effort, he threw down a large number of slaves who had come to protect his master.

Click.

Zhang Junlin tightened the reins and yawned and stood aside.

Seeing that Chen Siliang stretched out his arm and wanted to rush or not, he clenched the sickle in his hand.

"Dean Chen, do you want to go in and learn from this group of elite soldiers and generals sent by the Western Chu State?"

"This palace remembers that Dean Chen is a third-order cultivator, maybe you can give it a try."

If Chen Siliang wants to die.

It's not that he's unwilling to help others.

Adult beauty.

The prince laughed.

Chen Siliang finally couldn't maintain the smile on his face.

saw that the magnates were beaten by the people of Xichu, crying for their fathers and mothers.

Those slaves are one out of ten, let alone a shot.

There was no power to resist.

Suddenly realized.

How powerful this group of Western Chu enemy soldiers with a vegetable face is.

And for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who can defeat this group of powerful enemy soldiers and drive them, he also has a new understanding.

"This palace has a lot of opportunities, how can I have time to joke with Dean Chen."

"What did Chen Wanchang say just now that he wanted to discuss with this palace? Bengong has not eaten enough and slept well recently, and he worries about people's livelihood every day, and he is more forgetful. ”

Zhang Junlin saw Chen Siliang and groaned.

It seems that there is still room for negotiation.

Snorted.

"Dean Chen rest assured, this palace has always done things with reason, and has always persuaded people with 'virtue', and will never fail to talk about martial virtues, like this group of Western Chu barbarians, they will beat you."

At most, he took advantage of the chaos to cut off Chen Siliang's head.

It's just a good dean who can shoulder the responsibility of teaching.

Trouble though.

But once and for all.

"Alas, how fragile life is, if you die once, you won't have a second time, unlike some things that make a mistake and can be changed again."

Zhang Junlin looked at the powerful people who were thrown down, and felt something.