Kyoto, Imperial Castle Inner Garden.

Emperor Qin Yu leaned back on the chair in the study and listened to Yun Bi's report expressionlessly.

After Yun Bi's original story was finished, Qin Yu slowly spoke.

"How's that Yuan Zhen in Liangzhou?"

Hearing Qin Yu's question, Yun Bi replied respectfully.

"Back to the emperor, Yuan Zhen still has a wait-and-see attitude, and he doesn't have any reply to the secret agent we sent."

Listening to the answer, Qin Yu sighed slightly, waved his hand and motioned for Yun Bi to leave.

After Yun Bi left, the study fell silent, and Qin Yu was still sitting on the chair in a silent daze.

Most of the news reported by Yun Bi this time was about the investigation of corrupt officials in disaster relief and the suppression of uprisings in various places.

There's always a lot of zero, but there's nothing new.

Facing the homeless pass, Qin Yu suddenly felt an indescribable tiredness.

Since his accession to the throne, the young emperor has been walking on thin ice, and the perilous court needs him to be on constant guard.

From pretending to be assertive at the beginning, to overthrowing the Jianghu Group, he has experienced too much struggle and forbearance.

Now the power is in hand, but the people are in trouble everywhere.

The six border states are still independent of the imperial court, and they are in a tail-end trend.

Although the death of King Huai at this time caused a lot of shock, those gate lords and families in the six states did not trust the imperial court, let alone themselves.

Mo said that there are also alien races that are eyeing each other, just waiting for the chaos in the Central Plains and then taking the opportunity to loot.

"The sky is long, how thin is it to me."

In the end, Qin Yu could only let out a long sigh and got up to leave the study.

……

At this time, the general trend of the world, Xiao Jiu was able to obtain very limited information.

Fortunately, the worried victims did not come, and the entire Lingshui County was silent in the joy of a bumper harvest at this time.

Xiao Jiu walked out of the county government and came to the fields in the countryside, looking at the golden ears of wheat and smiling.

The fields are full of farmers who are busy harvesting, and although it is now a hot day, it is still difficult to hide the smile on their faces.

These harvested crops will produce enough food for them to survive, and nothing is more important to them than food.

Especially those victims who wandered from Jizhou, all burst out with an incomparably strong vitality at this moment, pouring into the land under their feet.

Everything is developing in a good direction, as long as it survives this disaster year, Lingshui County will inevitably usher in a huge period of development.

The students in the school were also on vacation at this time, so they were able to take time off to help their parents and families.

These teenagers were not as weak as Xiao Jiu had seen in their previous lives, and suffering had already taught them how to live.

At this time, he worked in the fields and was no worse than other adults.

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work."

Xiao Jiu looked at the busy crowd in the world and blurted out a familiar ancient poem.

If the imperial court's taxes were lighter, the situation of these peasants would be better, but Xiao Jiu could not order no or less grain.

Regarding the ambiguous attitude of Lu Yaoliang, the governor of Qingzhou, Xiao Jiu became more and more worried.

After the harvest, the county will definitely send someone to collect taxes, and it is a difficult question to decide whether to pay it yourself or not.

Paying the grain tax in full does not guarantee that the county government will let itself go, but if it directly resists the grain, it directly gives the county government a reason to send troops.

So no matter what the outcome, Xiao Jiu had to hoard enough wealth to expand his team.

In troubled times, only the strong have the right to speak, Xiao Jiu is still very clear about this.

As time passed, it was already mid-August, and this season's grain had basically been harvested, and Xiao Jiu was also waiting for news from the county.

The one who came to send a message to Xiao Jiu was Daniel Zhang, the county lieutenant who had been going to the county town to seek medical treatment.

Previously, Xiao Jiu's relationship with the state government broke down, and he had been hiding in the county town of Wenjie for fear of being implicated.

When Daniel Zhang returned at this time, he brought a handwritten letter from Wen Jie.

The content of the letter is nothing more than a levy for grain, and in addition to the levy for grain, it has also been hinted many times that as long as he gives up the military power in his hands, he can guarantee the glory and wealth of the rest of his life.

Xiao Jiu naturally wouldn't believe Wen Jie's nonsense, and he could only feel at ease if the team was in his own hands.

Looking at which dynasty in the previous life, it has always had strength first and then power, if it loses Xiao Ziying as the foundation, Xiao Jiu is not even qualified to sit on the gambling table.

"To pay or not to pay?"

Xiao Jiu asked himself repeatedly in his heart.

He doesn't want to tear his face with the state and county, but can Lingshui County really continue to be so peaceful?

……

Just when Xiao Jiu was struggling with whether to pay grain to the county, a guest of a foreign race was ushered in the palace of King Huai of Liangzhou City.

"Tunguche has seen Lord Shiko."

The Rong people with peculiar braided hairstyles saluted Qin Yi with a unique grassland.

Qin Yi looked at the alien race in front of him and bowed his head slightly.

Subsequently, this alien man began to discuss with Qin Yi and some of his henchmen.

"If the prince of the world releases the opening, the thirty-six kingdoms of my northern plains will definitely come out to help the prince seize the throne."

As the alien man's voice fell, Qin Yi fell into deep contemplation.

Now his life is not easy, since the death of King Huai, Qin Yu has gradually been overtaken by the fierce general Yuan Zhen.

Now he not only has to guard against foreign races, but also always worries about whether he will be killed by these rebellious generals.

Therefore, Qin Yu listened to Mr. Ye's words on the night of the wake, and it didn't take long for him to make a decision in his heart.

And the identity of Mr. Ye is not only a staff member of King Huai, but also an envoy sent by the grassland to contact King Huai.

This year's disaster is not only in the Great Xia, but also in the herdsmen in the northern grasslands, making life difficult.

At this time, these alien races have already made plans to plunder the Central Plains, but they need to support a puppet first.

After entering the Guannai, you will have the opportunity to completely conquer the rich land of Great Xia.

The conditions given to Qin Yi by the alien race were very simple, the thirty-six councils of the grassland helped Qin Yu ascend to the throne and even control the six border states.

But once the army formed by these Rong countries enters the Guannei, the people of the six states will usher in the biggest wave of military disasters in a century.

Qin Yi will also be recorded in history and will be infamous forever.

But does Qin Yi really have a choice? In the face of that group of fierce generals who would usurp the throne at any time, he just wanted to live.

He has never coveted the power that comes with being the prince of Huai, but there have always been two invisible hands behind him pushing him to stand on the opposite side of another group of people.

The alien envoy who came to meet him returned to the grassland outside the Guanwai with Qin Yi's letter, which caused an uproar for a while.

In the grasslands outside the Guanwai, there are many nomadic peoples, who live in pursuit of water and grass, and thrive in the form of tribes in this land.

These people are collectively referred to as the Rong people in Great Xia, and the thirty-six countries of the Rong people are not really thirty-six countries, but hundreds of regimes, large and small.

At this time, Qin Yi's letter in Liangzhou City became the key to open the gate of the Xia Kingdom, just waiting for them to gather and go south to the Central Plains.