Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

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Chen Shuda said leisurely.

Li Chengqian has always been the object of the family's support.

Without him, it is because Li Chengqian is in line with the requirements of the family for the emperor.

"call········"

Li Chengqian nodded slowly.

"It's just a wrong idea, thank you two gentlemen for your guidance, hurry up, please sit down."

"I don't know what's the matter here, sir?"

Chen Shuda lifted a stool, sat down, and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

"I just want to discuss with His Highness. Three months later, perhaps, is the best time to get rid of King Wei!"

Li Chengqian was taken aback.

But then, the eyeballs suddenly burst out.

He hurriedly sat beside Chen Shuda and Wang Gui.

"Sir, please enlighten me!"

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ps: The book will be released at this time in the afternoon on the [-]th, and it is exactly four days now, [-] words in four days. To be honest, I have already worked very hard. Of course, the readers are also very supportive of the younger brother, supporting the younger brother to come here. If there are no readers The master's enthusiasm, the younger brother will definitely not have such a big liver, I write, you see, just want to be happy!In addition, if there is a free flower ticket or something, you can vote for it, the younger brother is really grateful! ! ! !

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Chapter 38

Outside Chang'an City.

The victims are receiving relief food in an orderly manner.

On the gate of Mingde, according to Li Shimin's instructions, bags of grain have been piled up on it. At a glance, it looks like the city wall has been raised by three feet!

Really scary!

However, such a picture made the hearts of the victims completely at ease.

And these grains, they reckoned that even if there was another natural disaster, they would be able to withstand it.

And with the distribution of relief food, it is visible to the naked eye that there are a lot fewer victims here than before.

The plague of locusts is over.

I had my stomach full in Chang'an again, and had a rest for quite a while, so naturally I had to go home.

After all, staying in Chang'an all the time, wandering without a fixed place, far away from home, I really feel uncomfortable.

Even if his hometown is broken and not as good as Chang'an, it is his home after all.

The imperial court has also said that the local government has also started disaster relief, so there is no need to stay in Chang'an all the time, and it is better to go back to where it came from as soon as possible.

Relief food from various places will arrive one after another, and it will be restored soon.

For various reasons, many victims chose to go back.

But now, there are still many victims outside the Mingde Gate in Chang'an City.

However, it will be cleared in a short time, and there are very few people coming, and a large number will leave every day.

But today, the team of victims seems to be more excited than before.

As for the reason, there is only one, and that is sweet potatoes! ! !

The news came from Chang'an.

It didn't take long for the news to spread throughout the victims of the disaster.

Such news always spreads quickly.

"Thirty dan per mu, I am an old lady, is it true? You all spread it here, but how can people believe it?"

"You don't need to believe it. After three months, you will know. Your Majesty has planted nine in front of the imperial city gate. If it is fake, how dare your majesty do this?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I believe your majesty, your majesty is a god!!! Grandma's, the yield per mu is thirty dan, so our good days are coming."

"Thirty dan per mu, this... people must be fed to death?"

"Hahahaha... Who said no, I have already made up my mind, I will go back tomorrow, go home, and tell the news to the people in my hometown."

"Me too, gold nests and silver nests are not as good as my own kennels. The disaster relief food has been given to us, and the government at home has also started disaster relief. Anyway, I will not die of hunger, so I will wait at home, waiting to produce [-] tons of crops per mu. "

"Damn, Gudong..... Thirty dan per mu, even if you can eat three pancakes in one meal, you can't finish it. Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Really Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Heaven has eyes, we are saved, we are really saved."

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under the city walls.

Piece of disaster victims are talking about this matter excitedly.

As long as he talks, it's all about sweet potatoes.

The people of Datang are lovely.

The people of Datang are industrious.

The people of Datang were also very easy to satisfy.

With the support of this news, many victims immediately set off and rushed directly to their hometowns.

Obediently.

They want to tell the news to the people in their hometown.

There is hope.

This time there is really hope.

The yield per mu is [-] dan. At that time, no matter what you eat, you will not be hungry.

People, what they look forward to most is to have enough food.

As long as you can eat enough, you are not afraid of the sky falling!

Undoubtedly, the matter of sweet potatoes has completely inspired the souls of the people!

They believed what His Majesty said.

I deeply believe it.

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Changan.

Imperial City.

Li Shimin and Empress Changsun strolled leisurely in the imperial city.

The long-lost idleness.

The sun is just right.

Breeze.

Feel comfortable.

"Ah·······"

"I didn't expect to come to Qingque."

Empress Changsun chuckled, looked at the tightly closed palace ahead, and said.

Li Shimin moved into the imperial city, and naturally, as the prince, Li Tai also had a residence in the palace.

It's just that Li Tai seldom lived here, and in my impression, it was only for a while at the beginning, and then disappeared.

Li Shimin looked at the side hall in front of him, put his hands behind his back, and nodded lightly: "This kid, I really don't know where he is now."

Empress Changsun smiled: "I can't help my mother."

"By the way, Your Majesty, are you being a little arbitrary about the sweet potato?"

"Thirty tans per mu, this is written by Qingque, but if you can't reach this output after three months, you can't blame Qingque."

Empress Changsun glanced at Li Shimin.

Li Shimin nodded.

"Don't worry, if it doesn't work, I will take them all."

"Qingque...hey...how can I blame him?"

"If there is no Qingque, I am not sure now, and I will not be able to stand here."

Li Shimin's voice was a little sad.

Who would have imagined that this time the catastrophe of the Tang Dynasty was survived by relying on Li Tai's private money.

It’s just that!

"Hey?!"