The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

"Well," Xue Yinsong's fingers were particularly strong because he often did farm work, and Xiao Xiucai was rubbed comfortably, squinting his eyes and replied, "Several major events have occurred in recent years. Last year, more than a dozen counties in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River flooded. Tens of thousands of people starved to death in the disaster-stricken area, and the imperial court sent a conciliatory minister to throw out two money and nothing will happen. By the way, isn’t your home also flooded?”

Xue Yinsong pondered for a moment: "The flood was very strong that time. In previous years, the flood could not reach Deyang, but what about the year before last?"

"The prince Fuqing died the year before last. I heard that he was forced to die because the prince did not agree to send troops to Gao Que."

Xue Yinsong seldom cared about politics at ordinary times, but now he became interested and urged him to continue.The little scholar said: "How talented is Lord Fuqing? The late emperor said it well. He said that the only person who has pity in this life is Lord Fuqing, because he has the talent of an emperor, but he was born half an hour later than the prince. Otherwise, I In the hands of Lord Fuqing, the Celestial Dynasty can flourish for another 50 years at least."

Xue Yinsong had heard of this before. He said that Prince Fuqing was actually the eldest son, because the empress who gave birth at the same time played tricks, which made the concubine's maid half an hour late to announce the good news to the emperor; The queen's son, the imperial concubine spent a lot of money to switch her own son and the queen's son... In short, this is a big mystery in this dynasty.

"Supporting Lord Fuqing so openly won't make the emperor feel bad?"

"That's for sure!" said the little scholar, wishing he could shoot the case, "But once the first emperor sent a few auxiliary ministers to interfere in the court, the emperor didn't dare to do it immediately. Several ministers died one after another the year before last, so it's not right to do it immediately. ? I heard that it was because the prince resolutely refused to send troops to Gao Que, and the emperor was accused of being a barbarian and sentenced to be executed."

Politics is always bloody, especially when such a person who can replace him at any time is standing in the court, the emperor can be regarded as cutting grass and roots, Xue Yinsong expressed his understanding, and then said: "What else?"

The little scholar was indignant: "Isn't this enough? Last year when the flood flooded, the people in the lower reaches suffered. In the past, when there was Prince Fuqing, how could hundreds of thousands of people starve to death!"

Xue Yinsong didn't speak. He was also a victim of the flood last year, so he should have scolded the court, but he understood the emperor's thoughts very well. How could he allow others to snore before he collapsed, so the prince did not die unjustly. If he really wanted to say, he still blamed himself .

Prince Fuqing may be able to do things, but he is definitely not good at politics.When the monarch is strong, the powerful ministers must be honored, and when the monarch is weak, the powerful ministers must be in danger. People who mess with politics don't even understand this, and they deserve to be unjust ghosts.

"So you feel that the political situation is unstable, that the sky is about to change?" Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "Scholars are just too sensitive."

"Of course not!" Xiucai propped up his upper body and said solemnly: "Which emperor in all dynasties did not exempt the disaster area from taxes for two or three years? It’s inevitable every year, and he brazenly issued an edict saying that he is sympathetic to the people’s sentiments, so he allowed to pay taxes one year later, is this what Emperor Shengming did instead?”

I have never heard of this. Xue Yinsong has never been back to Tianba Village since the flood, so naturally he has no way of knowing the local situation. After thinking about it, he asked, "Did the people in the disaster area make trouble?"

"What's the use of making trouble?" the scholar lay down and closed his eyes, "the imperial court refused to exempt taxes, but sent [-] garrisons to defend along the way. The food, clothing and food of these [-] garrisons were all provided by the locals. What do you think is the reason for this?" !"

Xue Yinsong sighed silently in his heart, and rubbed his hands a little harder: "This is not a phenomenon of troubled times, you think too much, as long as you have food and clothing, who is willing to risk beheading to rebel, even if you want to There must be a fuse for chaos.”

The little scholar let out a cold snort and opened his eyes: "The fuse has come. Last month, the imperial court ordered Gaoque's army to go south to violate the border. The soldiers and civilians along the border will shrink by 30 miles and abandon the Outer Great Wall. The reason is that the Outer Great Wall is old and in disrepair and difficult to defend. You Which country would easily give up its territory? Which powerful dynasty would be afraid of a vagrant tribe with a population of less than [-]?!"

Xue Yinsong hurriedly patted him and comforted him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, we just chat casually."

Only then did the little scholar shrink back into the quilt and grope around: "Where are my clothes?"

"Then why do you get together? Express some personal opinions impassionedly, and then have dinner at night, or go back to each house and find each mother?" Xue Yinsong asked with interest.

"Of course not," the little scholar frowned in disgust, "what can I say to this group of people, they will be the first to surrender when the Gaoque people go south to protect themselves. It's just that someone mentions this occasionally, so I just refute it casually." .Ever since I met you, I know that there are actually many talented people in this world, and it is really not my turn to wait for mediocrity."

Xue Yinsong was funny, seeing his self-satisfied look, he slapped his ass: "Get up quickly, finish transcribing things early today, and I will send them to the little prince in the afternoon."

The scholar opened his mouth and yawned, then sat up lazily: "Got it, oh, it's driving me to death."

The clerk had already sun-dried the wheat two days earlier, packed it in sacks and put it neatly into the rice warehouse. As soon as Xue Yinsong opened the warehouse door, he smelled the aroma of new wheat, thinking about how to sell it.

This batch of new wheat must be sold out within 3 months, and then the returned funds will be used to renovate the granary, and then work hard to purchase summer grain and store it until next spring when it will be sold.

Xue Yinsong made a plan within 3 minutes, and immediately turned to call the buddy: "Did you sell the wheat during my absence?"

The little guy shook his head: "This is the turn of spring and summer, and it's the time to make porridge. If you want to sell this wheat, you have to wait until autumn and winter. Only people in autumn and winter love to eat pasta."

When the daylilies are cold in autumn and winter, people can wait for the wheat but not for the wheat. Xue Yinsong is thinking about the sales promotion skills left in his memory, and his mind is spinning rapidly.It is said that modern social research shows that the energy consumed by the brain to think is equal to a 20-watt light bulb. Xue Yinsong's small light bulb was turned on at full capacity, and finally came up with a brilliant idea after thinking hard for 10 minutes.

The little Xiucai was washing his face, and just wrung a hot cloth to cover his face before being dragged into the house: "Why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"

Xue Yinsong grabbed the cloth towel and pressed him on the bench: "Come on, sit down and write me two lines in big letters: The boss's birthday, the price of wheat is 9 Wen, each person is limited to buy, two liters per person."

The little scholar opened the ink reluctantly: "Why do you need two liters, more or less is not enough."

"Hey, don't I happen to have a two-liter big bucket, it's convenient to measure." Xue Yinsong poked him on the shoulder: "Write quickly, write quickly."

I have to praise Xiucai for his good handwriting. Although he is handsome, his regular script is very heroic. Xue Yinsong can't tell which school it is. stand up.

After the little scholar wrote a few strokes, he removed the paperweight and gently dried the ink: "What are you doing with this?"

"Pasted it at the door." Xue Yinsong looked at the words with satisfaction and praised: "It's well written, write more pictures for me in the future."

This kind of promotion is really unheard of, and the little boy stuck the note on the door frame with half-belief: "Shopkeeper, what is written on it?"

Xue Yinsong taught him to recognize it word by word: "Remember, read these words aloud when someone passes by."

The guy is also shameless, and he doesn't think it's inappropriate to yell in the street: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, wrap it on the little one, and keep it safe."

Xue Yinsong patted him on the head: "Work hard, the shopkeeper will reward you. By the way, what does your wife say?"

The young man muttered a few words: "I haven't dared to come to the door yet, I'm afraid my mother-in-law will really agree if I come to withdraw the marriage."

Xue Yinsong sneered: "You are reluctant to co-author for a long time, right? Come on, let me teach you a more poisonous way. Cook raw rice while the iron is hot. As long as there are people with you in key positions, you will definitely be able to succeed."

The little guy was a little confused: "What is a key position?"

"It's in your daughter-in-law's stomach. As long as there is a child in there, this will definitely happen, and it will happen if it doesn't."

The buddy shook his head like a rattle, and he stuttered: "This is okay... This is impossible, no, no, no, definitely not."

Xue Yinsong said: "This won't work, and that won't work, so what do you say? The old man is seven or eighty years old, right? In a few years, if he kicks his legs, you just wait to be a bachelor! Let me tell you , don’t be so brainless, learn to only look at the result and ignore the process.”

The boy was still determined: "This is too hurtful."

Xue Yinsong snorted and said, "Isn't your mother-in-law just a dog's eye? Isn't she also hurt? The way of harm is king."

The guy was actually a little tempted, but when he thought of this key position, his legs softened, so he had no choice but to stop and say: "Someone is here, let's do business first."

Xue Yinsong watched him stop outside the store to clear his throat, only to see that the passing people came to watch the excitement, and the young man cheered up and shouted loudly.

The price of wheat at 9 cents is not low, but it is still a small bargain when everyone sells it for 10 cents. His shop has just started, and if he does not come up with some extraordinary measures, he will definitely not be able to deal with those local snakes.

People gathering to discuss is popularity, and sure enough, people in a few nearby shops also had an idea, and immediately sent people out to check.

Xue Yinsong stood in the corner with his hands and smiled slightly. What he wants most now is to make the other party jump out to find trouble. Others may be afraid of it, but Xue Yinsong is the least afraid of causing trouble. A price cut is just a small thing, let's move one step at a time I don't believe you can stand this chain palm!

In the afternoon, when Xue Yinsong found the Chengnan Inn, the little prince had only been back for two hours, he had traveled all night, his tired eyes were black and sunken, and he was falling into a deep sleep.

A soldier stepped forward to salute, and said softly: "Young Master Xue, do you want to wake up the prince?"

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "It's okay, I'll sit for a while." After a while, the little prince woke up, and when he saw him, he immediately scolded the guards next to him: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Xue Yinsong laughed hurriedly: "I told them not to disturb, I brought you some good things."

The little prince understood, and waved to the guards: "Go and get some food to serve, you all stand back and go to guard outside the door."

As soon as the guards left, Xue Yinsong immediately took out the burden: "This is what is in the tomb."

The little prince picked up a piece and carefully identified it: "This is a variant Xiaozhuan, I have learned it before, but it is a bit unfamiliar... Eh, this is a formation!"