Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

"Did people in the older generation use it?" Yu Wenwen asked.

Su Qing said without changing her expression: "Yes, what's the problem?"

Yu Wenzhang glanced at Su Qing steadily, then looked away and said: "It's nothing."

Your Majesty doesn't want to say anything. He can't get anything out of him by asking. It's better not to ask and save some face for both of them.

Su Qing said: "Look at how we can promote it before winter. At least it can make people feel better this winter."

Yu Wenzhang said "hmm", and Su Qing finally wiped Yu Wenwen's face with a towel: "Okay, you go and rest."

Yu Wenwen good-naturedly put back his messy hair and asked, "Your Majesty, you still haven't gone to bed?"

Su Qing pointed to the bamboo slips on the table: "There's still a little left."

Yu Wenzhang casually picked up a bamboo slip, and saw the two words "Zhunzou" written in Zhubi on it, which Su Qing had read before, asking for a reduction in annual tribute.

After Yu Wenzhang read it, he said after a while: "Your Majesty is soft-hearted and reduces the annual tribute of the Chakel tribe. Have you ever thought about what we will do in the Central Plains?

This year, the weather has been unfavorable and the harvest has been poor. Basically, no food has been confiscated across the country. The treasury was already empty, but due to the epidemic in Qinzhou, the treasury opened warehouses to release grain, and most of the food in the treasury was lost at once.

The garrisons in the northwest, northeast, Jiangnan and southwest have not yet received their food and salary this year.

Has Your Majesty thought about what they should do? "

Su Qing frowned: "It's not that I don't know this, but..."

Yu Wenwen: "No matter how hungry the people are, they will always find ways to eat. Grass roots, tree bark, and Guanyin soil can all be used to temporarily satisfy their hunger.

But the soldiers could not leave their bases at will. The weather in Jiangnan and Southwest was fine, the weather was still warm, and there was no problem in having enough food in the land of plenty.

What about the northwest and northeast? The northwest and northeast have also entered winter early this year, and cotton-padded clothes have not been distributed yet.

The sky is high and the road is far away, Luo Yang's memorial has not yet arrived in Beijing, and the day is coming soon. At this time in previous years, the snow there has fallen three feet thick.

Does His Majesty want the soldiers to go to the battlefield wearing single clothes and hungry? "

Su Qingse said: "I don't know..."

Yu Wenzhang picked up the ink pen placed in front of the case, ticked Su Qing's handwriting, and marked next to it: "Half the annual tribute can be reduced."

"This is not your fault, Your Majesty. It is not your fault that you are soft-hearted. I can only blame this difficult world, God, and the bad harvest..." Yuwen wrote as he wrote.

Su Qing was silent. He knew that in ancient times, excluding natural disasters and military disasters, even if everyone could have one-third of an acre of land, and even if every family had young adults farming the land safely, the harvested food would only be enough to eat. Be well fed and clothed.

He couldn't help but think of a novel he read before traveling through time. Only by finding these two powerful weapons, potatoes and sweet potatoes, could the food problem be basically solved.

"Where is the key?" Su Qing murmured.

Yu Wenzhang didn't hear clearly, so he asked: "What?"

Su Qing suddenly thought of something, abandoned Yu Wenwen and ran to the inner room, while ordering: "Don't follow me."

Yu Wenwen frowned, not understanding what His Majesty was going to do.

Su Qing ran to the inner room, picked up the dagger on the table, took off his clothes and pointed it at his chest, then said in a deep voice: "Come out."

When there was no movement, Su Qing frowned and pushed the tip of the knife a little further, and a little bit of red flowed down the tip of the knife.

"Stop." Suddenly, a disembodied voice sounded from nowhere.

"You can give it up." Su Qing said.

"What's the matter?" the voice asked.

"You trapped me here, right?" Su Qing asked.

The voice didn't reply, and Su Qing didn't care: "No matter why you trapped me here, I think you want me to complete this game of life.

I'm moving forward slowly now. If you don't want me to waste all my efforts, just send me what I want. I know, you can do it, right? "

"...What do you want?" the voice asked.

Su Qing understood that this existence could not read minds. That would be easy. Su Qing said, "Give me some sweet potatoes and potato seeds. I will solve the food problem here."

The voice didn't reply, but Su Qing knew that it probably agreed.

"I don't know what its purpose is. Also, how can I pass this game?" Su Qing thought in her heart.

"what you do?!"

A voice interrupted Su Qing's thoughts.

When Su Qing came back to her senses, she saw Yu Wenwen striding over from a short distance away, with anger still on his face.

"What's wrong? I'm so angry all of a sudden. I won't let you in?" Su Qing was confused.

Yu Wenwen strode over, snatched the dagger from Su Qing's hand, pulled a piece of cloth from his body and pressed it on Su Qing's chest, and then said to Xianfu who was following him: "Go and ask for the imperial doctor."

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" Yu Wenwen asked coldly, suppressing his anger.

Su Qing looked down and saw that the hole he had just poked in his chest was bleeding downwards. The blood stained his chest red, making him look miserable.

It turned out that it was because of this that Su Qing smiled: "It's not a big deal, it's just a skin injury. I just wanted to peel an apple and accidentally pricked it..."

Yu Wenzhang didn't have time to listen to him tell lies, so he asked coldly: "For what?"

Don’t want this? Su Qing changed his words and said with great righteousness: "For the stability of the country and for the people to live and work in peace and contentment, these are necessary sacrifices."

Yu Wenzhang said coldly: "Fart."

Su Qing said with a good temper: "Be presumptuous."

"Yu Wenwen, I am the Ninth Five Supreme Being after all. You should show some respect to me." Su Qing said helplessly.

Yu Wenzhang said coldly: "I have always maintained the greatest malice towards those who do not cherish their bodies."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Mr. Liu is here!" Eunuch Xianfu led Dr. Liu into the inner hall.

Yu Wenzhang stepped aside: "Hurry and show it to Your Majesty."

Doctor Liu didn't know why. When he saw Su Qing's chest, his heart was in his throat. He quickly took out the golden sore medicine from the medicine box, cleaned Su Qing's wound first, then sprinkled the medicine powder on it and wrapped a bandage.

During this period, he secretly glanced at Yu Wenwen and wondered what kind of trouble the two ancestors were having.

In their opinion, the relationship between Lord Yuwen and His Majesty is a bit strange. His Majesty lost his father when he was young, and the late emperor left him alone to His Majesty's uncle, Lord Yuwen, before he left.

It can be said that Lord Yuwen single-handedly brought up His Majesty. Over the years, many things in the court were handled by Lord Yuwen to put it mildly, but to put it worst, Your Majesty basically has no real power.

Over the years, the two of them have been relatively harmonious and rarely quarreled. This is the first time that such a scene involving knife and blood has occurred.

Between Master Yuwen and His Majesty...

"How is your Majesty?" Yu Wenwen asked coldly.

Doctor Liu cut off the miscellaneous things in his mind and quickly replied: "Your Majesty is not seriously ill, he just looks scary. In fact, the wound is very shallow and does not hurt the muscles and bones. He will be fine soon after applying medicine. "