I was the heir in ancient times

The night of Kunning Palace seems to be different from that of Nansan Institute.

The moonlight here spread out more gently than last night, slanting into the small window, and a few beautiful green bamboos swayed outside the bed, poking their heads, as if they were going to get into the gorgeously furnished ear room of Kunning Palace.

The room is hung with calligraphy and paintings of famous people. On the floor is a square blanket of thin velvet. On the blanket is a small round table. There are three bowls of noodles on the table. Hands with rough joints are holding the small wooden bowl to roll the noodles in a delicate way. The tip of the chopsticks, paused, and then fed it to the well-behaved and beautiful little son Gu Baojin.

Gu Baozhen's eyes are swollen, and when he opens his mouth, he will make a cute "ah" sound, which cooperates tacitly with the mother's feeding action, which makes the father make a "hum" sound from his nose.

However, both the mother and the son ignored the dignified emperor-to-be, so Gu Shiyong touched his nose and ate his own. He swallowed a large pot of Yangchun noodles in two or three mouthfuls, and rolled the soup into his belly in one mouthful. Wiping his mouth with the handkerchief in hand, he sat contentedly and looked at the soles of his old wife Gangna's shoes.

In addition to the noodle fragrance, the air was mixed with a faint smell of medicine.

But Gu Chihou, who broke in suddenly, was only focused on looking for his father in a hurry, and caught the evening wind, entangled in the smell of his sweat: "Father!"

Gu Shiyong put down the sole of the shoe he was holding, looked up at the second child, and said, "Okay, okay, it's not like the enemy is chasing after your ass again, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

The second son of a tough guy with a height of two meters was said so by his father, but he stood there awkwardly, thought for a while, and said, "Then the son is here to report to the father?"

Gu Shiyong patted the couch he was sitting on: "Come and sit, what's going on?"

Gu Chihou immediately forgot what his father told him to walk slowly, and immediately stepped over in two or three steps. After sitting down, he frowned, wondering: "Didn't the father let the son be responsible for donating food? All adults who donate food It’s all recorded in the book, and nothing is left out!”

"Isn't this great?" Gu Shiyong looked at his second son with deep eyes, and his voice was very calm.

However, Gu Chihou shook his head: "No, please take a look at my father!"

Gu Xiaoqi looked at the second brother and the father curiously, and saw that the father took a hard-covered booklet from the second brother, opened it, glanced at it casually, closed it, and threw the booklet on the The little table came up and asked, "That's all?"

"That's all." Gu Chihou scratched his thighs nervously, and couldn't help cursing, "Those bastards don't have as much food as our army donates! Everyone's words are better than their songs in the court, wait for me Went with Mr. Bo, cried, made trouble and hanged himself, saying that there was really no extra food. I didn’t believe it, so I rushed into their warehouse to see, but there was really no, but some old officials donated all their food. , My son saw it and couldn’t bear to want it, so he didn’t want it.”

"But how can this be enough? It will take more than half a year to survive the spring of next year. With a population of more than 1 million people in the whole country, this... [-] people in this army will eat up [-] people a year." Shi's food, and now only [-] shi can be collected, this..."

Gu Chihou slammed his fist on his thigh, and really couldn't understand: "My son followed Mr. Bo to the country's father's house to ransack the house, but he didn't find much surplus grain, and there wasn't even a single grain of rice in the imperial warehouse. That's really weird. !"

Gu Shiyong pondered for a moment. In his opinion, there should be at least 1000 million shi of grain left in the imperial warehouse, which is enough to support the severely affected people in the entire eastern region to survive the disaster. There should also be a million shi of grain in the local area. Putting grain in the warehouse can also relieve urgent needs.

There is no grain in the imperial warehouse. Gu Shiyong initially imagined that the imperial grain would be swallowed by the former treacherous officials Lao Guozhang and the old grand master, but such a large amount of grain cannot be eaten without leaking the wind, so it should be full of moths , everyone is stealing food, and after accumulating for a long time, Huangcang has long been out of food, but it was only after they entered Beijing that it was exposed.

In this way, it is absolutely impossible to recover the stolen grain. It has either been hidden in other places, or it has already flowed into the warehouses of merchants, and it will only be sold at a high price when the real disaster strikes.

"Didn't Mr. Liu say that his family donated food? How much did he donate?" Gu Shiyong asked suddenly.

Gu Chihou replied honestly: "Ten thousand stones."

Gu Shiyong smiled, with a sharp smile in his eyes, and his sharp edge flashed: "Didn't their Liu family call themselves the century-old Liu family? That's all they can do to save their family? I think they are also poor...so poor, It's really not easy to stick to the winter solstice talks."

"Talk? What?" The second child had never heard of it.

"You don't need to know." Gu Shiyong lazily tapped his fingers on the small table, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said to the second child, "In two days, Liao Wenpei's daughter will come with her mother Greetings from your mother, you can make two decent clothes, maybe we can see each other then."

Gu Chihou was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what his father meant. His rough face flushed red, and then he lowered his head and said hastily, "Father, this... this major event is undecided. My son will find out the grain in Huangcang before... "

"It's not a matter of time." Gu Shiyong's voice cooled down, "Donating food is just to see how much they care about me. Now that the disasters in various places are still under control, the most important thing for you is to get along with Na Liao. Miss Jia made a marriage contract, so let’s just leave the food donation, and I’ll let the third child take over.”

"Third brother?" Gu Chihou was puzzled, "Third brother..." Gu Chihou always felt that the third brother was still young, and the third brother in his impression would walk the dog up the mountain and climb trees. If you lose one thousand, all you want is a happy time.

Can the third brother deal with those aristocratic families that are slipperier than loach?It's not good to make trouble, and the relationship with the aristocratic family is frozen, but it is not good for them now.

Gu Shiyong reached out and patted Gu Chihou's head, and said quietly: "This is not something you should worry about. Liao Wenpei, the governor of Zhili, governs a land rich in fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River. He donated 1000 million shi of grain and sent it to the severely affected and possibly imminent areas. In serious areas, Liao Xueniang will arrive in Beijing in two days, she is a newcomer, so we can go out together for a few times."

Gu Xiaoqi listened to it for a long time, worrying with his second brother's worry, always thinking about when his potatoes will grow up, if it will grow up tomorrow, it would be great, he will cook it for his father himself, and then tell him , The yield of potatoes is large, the food is full, and the planting period is short. It is very suitable for this kind of time when there is no rain, but the water in the land is still good, and the sun is sufficient!

Although there are only so many potatoes now, there is always a hope. Maybe there are still a lot of potatoes left by foreigners in China!Those are the seeds of life!

As a result, in the next second, he heard that his father began to sell his second brother, Gu Xiaoqi's urge to keep a little secret but couldn't help but want to tell his father now was diverted away.

Gu Chihou, the second child of the Gu family, felt even more at a loss, but he knew the importance of the matter: "Okay, my son knows!"

Gu Xiaoqi: The second brother promised to be sold! !

"Oh!" Gu Xiaoqi was hit on the head, and finally withdrew his attention, and asked his mother, "Mother, you are like the third brother, you beat me all the time, what should you do if you become stupid?"

Gu Yangshi didn't put any effort into it, he blew and kneaded at first when he saw this, and then said: "Whoever told you that your ears are going to fall over there, if you don't finish eating the noodles properly, your teeth won't grow any taller! It can't grow, but it's ugly."

Gu Xiaoqi didn't believe it, but he didn't quarrel with his old lady, and was honestly stuffed with a big mouthful of noodles by his old lady, and then looked at his father, and the old lady beside him greeted his second brother kindly: "Second, have dinner Are you ready? Do you want some noodles? I’ll help you get a bowl right now.”

When the second brother heard the old lady's question, he had a simple and honest smile on his face: "Don't bother, I ate outside and chewed four big pancakes, and I'm still holding on."

"Okay, it's good if you can eat it." The old lady was very pleased, and she didn't forget to name and criticize Gu Xiaoqi, "You, learn from your second brother, when you eat those coarse grains, you don't need to be urged like you eat chicken legs Hey, I don't have to worry about your mother."

Gu Xiaoqi said weakly: "I have a small voice."

"Hey, then you eat chicken legs fast."

Gu Xiaoqi's eyeballs flicked to the side: "It's the drumsticks sprinting into my mouth by itself, I can't stop it."

Gu Yangshi laughed and said: "You, just like your father, poor-mouthed!"

The atmosphere in the Kunning Palace here is harmonious and warm, and Liu Gong, who was returning home on a starry night, just got off the dark blue sedan chair, and the butler who had been waiting for a long time came quickly and opened the curtain to let the respected Liu Gong come out.

Liu Gong stepped over the wooden pole of the sedan chair slowly, and asked, "Where is the uncle?"

The butler replied: "Master, since I came back during the day, I have been locked in the study and haven't come out. I don't eat food when I send it. The villain can't persuade the lady to come out. Now... still in the study, it seems to be studying What new arithmetic problem."

"Bullshit arithmetic." Liu Gong said with a gloomy face, "Go find someone to knock open the door of the study."

"This..." The housekeeper was in a dilemma. No one in the whole house knew that if the Eldest Master entered the study, eight cows would not be able to get out of it. In serious cases, it is not uncommon to kill servants.

"I told you to go, so why? You didn't listen to what the old man said?"

"The little ones don't dare." The butler hurriedly bent down and bowed, and pointed to the two guards, followed him to the door of the study in the inner courtyard, and then directed the guards to kick open the door of the study. The strong guard rushed over directly, and the door slammed open with a bang!

It's just that this time there was no angry roar from inside the study, and there was complete silence inside.

Mr. Liu just arrived, and walked straight into the study, and at the end of the bookshelf, he saw the old son who was lighting up the lamp and staring at the two squares in front of him in a daze.

Liu Gong stood in front of his old son and said solemnly: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused today? How dare you let out the descendants of the Dong family who were about to be executed soon!" For this matter, he After running for a whole day to discuss with people from other aristocratic families, he came back with the stars and the moon, but he still couldn't rest, so he had to get the old son out of the thinking trap first.

"Did you hear me? Huh?" Mr. Liu picked up the writing brush placed on the table, knocked it on the old son's head, pointed to the remaining square, and said, "Here, this It's the so-called answer, it's just a joke in itself, you actually thought of it now?!"

"This... this..." Liu Wuchen's hair was disheveled and his face was haggard. He raised his head and asked his old father in disbelief, "That's it? I thought..." He thought that he needed to move two brushes so that all the brushes formed a big square, Was he being tricked by a five-year-old child? !

Liu Wuchen couldn't relax for a day, and was hit again by this blow. He was short of breath for a while, and fell back with his eyes rolled while clutching his chest.

Liu Gong, who originally wanted to teach his old son a lesson, suddenly changed his face, and shouted in horror: "Come here! Come here! Go get the imperial physician!"