"It's good for the grass people to stand." He clasped his hands, a few steps away from Wen Ling, and stood with his eyes and nose and nose in his heart.

Wen Ling was not reluctant, sat down and asked, "How does Mr. Hua know that I am here?" ”

"When Caomin's father was alive, he served as the Pingzhang of Tongzhongshu, and he had some ways."

Daqian does not have a specific post of prime minister, and what he actually exercises is the power of prime minister.

It's quite cleverly said, some ways are to find someone to inquire and follow it.

He was blunt.

The fan in Wen Ling's hand knocked on the palm of his hand.

In view of the current situation in the DPRK and China, she and Gong Yehan must carefully scrutinize anyone who comes to surrender.

"Mr. Hua is really smart, there are a lot of rumors about me and King Heping outside, and when others see me in the same room as him, they probably won't think of moving the rescuers."

Her meaning was already explicit: how do you know that he was trying to harm me, and not cheating on me?

Although the grass people are not in the court, but the situation in the court is also a little known, His Majesty began to be diligent in political affairs during this time, and all the palaces that were originally repaired for pleasure were ordered to stop work, and even the Ministry of the Interior no longer reached out to ask for money from the household department, and also formulated many land reform policies, which all show that His Majesty wants to be a Ming monarch.

"And His Majesty's changes all started from Niangniang's entry into the palace, so the grass people think that His Majesty is influenced by Niangniang, and Niangniang went shopping for jewelry and rouge gouache for a day today, but she didn't buy anything, and the most important thing is that no woman will go shopping when she goes shopping.

"If Niangniang wasn't dedicated to His Majesty, she would never have done this."

Wen Ling smiled very well, and finally someone could understand the pain of holding a large sum of money in her hand, but she could only look at it and not be able to buy it. Although he was not entirely right, he was not bad.

She said: "No wonder the Hubu Shangshu will praise you as if there is nothing in the sky and the earth, you are quite good at talking." ”

"The grass people are just stating the facts."

Wen Ling joked: "I didn't say you were making sycophants." ”

Hua Rong Xiu's expression, which had always been polite and respectful, finally stiffened visibly with the naked eye.

Wen Ling was suddenly in a good mood, and the bad mood brought by King Ping's house just now also dissipated a lot.

She said: "Hubu Shangshu is recommending you to be the teacher of speech and thought, you should know what this means?" ”

Hua Rongxiu's expression remained unchanged: "The minister knows that His Majesty has no children under his knees, and the current adopted son is likely to be the future prince." ”

Now he is the prince's teacher, and he will be the prince in the future.

"So, do you want to do it?" Wen Ling asked.

"If the grass people say they don't want to, that's a lie, students all over the world, for more than ten years, are all in order to one day be able to apply what they have learned and display their ambitions."

Wen Ling played with the fan in his hand, and said as if he didn't care: "Then I can also tell you the truth, you just said that Yansi may be the prince in the future, and this future will be three days later." ”

Hua Rong raised her head slightly, she actually told herself so easily about such an important matter.

Wen Ling saw his shock and said, "If you want to surrender, you have to prove your ability to me, right?" If you know that I went to the grain store, do you know why I went to the grain store? ”

Hua Rongxiu said lightly: "Because Niangniang wants to hoard grain." ”

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows: "Then why do I have to stock up on grain?" ”

"There are only two possibilities for hoarding grain, and there are no natural disasters now, so the grass people guess that Niangniang is preparing for war."

Wen Ling spread out the fan and gently fluttered his nose in thought. She certainly couldn't tell him the real reason for hoarding grain, but it didn't matter what the reason was.

She said: "But the money in my hand is far from enough, if you can help me solve this matter, it will be your vote." ”

"Then I don't know how much money the mother has in her hand?"

"Almost ten million taels."

Hua Rongxiu was surprised: "Ten million taels, if all of them are used to hoard grain, Niangniang will already be able to become the largest grain merchant in Daqian, I don't know how much grain Niangniang wants to hoard?" ”

Wen Ling stretched out two fingers.

A tael of silver is worth about one stone of grain.

So Hua Rongxiu asked, "Niangniang wants to hoard 20 million stones?" ”

Wen Ling shook his head: "Two hundred million stones." ”

Hua Rong Xiu gasped in this room for the second time.

And he knew that he couldn't use so much food to fight, and Concubine Wen didn't tell the truth.

Bi Wenling still asked him with an innocent face: "Is there a way?" ”

Looking at those big eyes full of anticipation, Hua Rongxiu's chest suffocated.

For a moment, he actually wondered if she would lie down and roll on the ground if he couldn't do it today.

He was frightened by the idea.

Wen Ling sighed and said, "Forget it, I also know that there is no way." ”

"There's a way."

Wen Ling's eyes lit up, and he snapped his fan, "Let's hear it." ”

"Niangniang can buy a large amount of grain from the country first, and then transport it to Xia to sell, Xia and Daqian's grain prices are comparable, but Xia is a small country, suddenly pouring in so much grain, their local grain prices will inevitably fall sharply, and then Niangniang will quickly buy all the grain on the market at a low price, and then transport the received grain back to China for storage, so repeat it several times, and the snowball will roll bigger and bigger."

This time it was Wen Ling's turn to gasp, she couldn't believe what she had heard.

"You mean short the price of food......"

It's really worthy of the surname Hua, and this product won't also come from time travel.

Hua Rongxiu was puzzled: "Short...... What does that mean? ”

Well, it seems not.

Wen Ling lowered his eyes and hesitated: "But will this method be too lacking in morality, the people of Xia Kingdom are also people." ”

Because his country was about to suffer, he dragged others to bury him. What is the difference between this practice and Lao Mei?

Hua Rongxiu was a little moved, and said: "Niangniang is kind, and the grass people admire, but there is no other way to hoard 200 million stone of grain in a short period of time." ”

Wen Ling said: "You don't need to be short-term, you can stock up in about two years." ”

"Since you are not in a hurry, you can use the open method."

"No, it's too much fanfare to open the Chinese law, and it will be noticed by King Ping."

"Then the land reform, the dynasty and the central government are now the big families are dumping each other, and the land annexation is serious, which leads to the peasant households not having the enthusiasm to cultivate, even if the wasteland is reclaimed, it will soon be forcibly occupied by the aristocracy, if it is not reformed, in the long run, it will become a big disaster, if it succeeds, the south will be harvested twice a year, for two consecutive years, the grain of the north and the south will definitely be enough."

Wen Ling stood up and paced back and forth a few steps.

"Sir should also know that Your Majesty has formulated many policies for land reform during this time, but the land reform has touched the interests of the family, so few ministers are willing to support it, and even if Your Majesty forcibly formulates policies, they will not be implemented."

The only thing he can forcibly implement by relying on the imperial power is such a trivial thing as setting up a mourning hall.

"Then buy grain and sell it in the Xia Kingdom," Hua Rongxiu took a step forward and said, "If Niang Niang can't bear it, we can only resell rice, and then exchange rice for corn and save it, so that the poor people will not be affected, and at the same time, we have to take out half of the money to do business, a two-pronged approach, so that even if we can't hoard enough 200 million stone of grain, we can at least solve the urgent need at a critical time." ”

Wen Ling lowered his head, thought about it in his heart, and finally said, "Okay, just do as you say!" ”

After a pause, she added, "But...... The position of the prince is not for you. ”

Hua Rongxiu raised his eyes and looked at her politely: Throw it away when it's finished?

Wen Ling said: "It's really condescending to let you be a teaching gentleman, I think you are a very business-minded person......

*

Wen Ling got out of the carriage at the gate of the palace, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was pulled into his arms by someone cold.

With a solid chest, the dark dragon robe exudes a faint séance fragrance.

"I'm fine, didn't you give me all the dead? Besides, I'm your master, and if you really fight, he may not be able to win. ”

She dared to make peace with the king, and the confidence was the thirty dead soldiers that Gong Yehan gave her. He only had these thirty dead men, and they were all given to her.

Because they are hugged, they can't see each other's expressions.

Wen Ling never knew what the look on Gongye Han's face was every time she escaped from danger.

Because each hug is long enough, so long that Gong Yehan can clean himself up again, so as to ensure that he will not scare her and not disgust her.

The autumn wind twisted, stacking the corners of their clothes together and parting them again.

That night, a little palace maid named Qingxing was killed with a rod for angering Concubine Wen. is the same as the previous Xiao Zhongzi, just a small splash in the harem, and no one cares.

In the Zichen Palace, Dexi reported Qingxing's death to Gongye Han.

Gong Yehan handed Dexi a drawing and said, "According to this, find the best craftsmen in the city to make it, don't look for it from the palace." ”

Dexi took a look at it and responded, "Yes, the slave will do it." ”