Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 303 I'm Waiting For Her Here
Waiting for the autumn harvest?
Song Yuan doubted this statement very much, so he went to other grain stores, and they all said the same thing, there was not much stock in the warehouse, and he just waited for the autumn harvest to replenish the warehouse.

"We're all waiting for the autumn harvest." Song Yuan had an extremely bad premonition: "Once there is a problem with the autumn harvest, wouldn't there be a big incident?"

She went directly to the Zhangye County Yamen. Even though it was getting late, the Yamen was still busy. Knowing that Song Yuan was coming, Cheng Hui, the county magistrate who was busy eating, hurriedly threw away the bowls and chopsticks and came over.

"grown ups."

Song Yuan didn't have time to be polite with him, so he raised his hand to stop him and asked, "This year only Zhangye has food news, has it been cut off?"

"This..." Cheng Hui was taken aback by the question, obviously hesitating for a while before saying: "If such news is known to the people, it will inevitably shake the hearts of the people."

Song Yuan scolded: "So, you deceived each other by taking advantage of the distance in the northwest and the fact that there are scattered horses from the Huns to harass each other, so that the people have the illusion of sufficient food production and wait for the autumn harvest with peace of mind?"

Cheng Hui was speechless after being scolded, so he could only keep silent.

They have indeed done so. If not, how could the people give up growing grain and give up their fields to grow cotton?It is well known that cotton should be given priority to the army, and the common people cannot benefit from it. No one is willing to use their own food and clothing to exchange for lieutenants and soldiers to survive the winter.

"There is no food in the autumn harvest, what do the people think? Are they required to hand over the cotton that the court gave them to protect them from the cold in exchange for food? Then what are the sacrifices of the past few months?" Song Yuan was angry.

People passing by outside the house stood still, even the guards who had followed Song Yuan for more than two years were taken aback.

Cheng Hui looked ashamed, and it took him a while to say: "Cotton in the Northwest can be exchanged for a lot of food."

This is what Song Yuan said, and he has always believed that as long as there is a good cotton harvest, the people will not be hungry. After so many years, can't they get over it?
"Thirty thousand catties of cotton, even if it is one to ten, is 30 catties of food enough for the entire Northwest people to survive until next year's autumn harvest? Huh?" Song Yuan said louder: "How much do you hide? You block the news from the outside world, and the people don't know There is no food in the Northwest this year, but the rich and powerful know it.

They came with carts of grain and waited for the cotton harvest. When the people in the northwest faced the plight of lack of grain, they slashed prices. Cotton is not that valuable in the northwest, but as long as it leaves the northwest, it is worth a thousand dollars. How? Benefit the people?With such a big benefit, it is still the people in the Northwest who are backlashing, don't you understand? "

Cheng Hui's face suddenly turned pale. He didn't know about these things. Zhangye didn't grow cotton, so he didn't know anything about cotton, and he didn't even know about revealing the news to the dignitaries.

If Song Yuan hadn't scolded at this time, he wouldn't have thought about it at all. This is clearly to devour the flesh and blood of the people in the northwest.

Under his innocent and shocked gaze, Song Yuan also calmed down. She took a few steps back to the door, and suddenly kicked over the flowerpot and cursed: "You dog, wait for me here."

If she hadn't discovered this, then after the autumn harvest, all her arrangements would be a joke. There is no food in the northwest, and hundreds of thousands of people are waiting for food to save their lives. She has no confidence to negotiate, and the cotton she thinks she can rely on is no longer valuable. , As long as food can be exchanged, the people don't care about the government's decree, the Yamen is caught in the middle, and everyone will bear the responsibility in the end.

The rich and powerful who coveted Northwest Cotton became the only winners.

She suddenly looked at Cheng Hui and asked, "Who do you belong to? Who is your master?"

"Xiaguan. Xiaguan obeys the second master." Cheng Hui's voice trembled.

He belonged to the second brother, and Song Yuan suddenly understood why he was the one who was cheated.

She left angrily, and Cheng Hui hurriedly chased her out: "My lord."

"You'd better give me an idea quickly. As long as there is food in Zhangye, once the people are in poverty, everyone will flock to Zhangye. If the people starve to death at that time, you and I will not escape the responsibility." After Song Yuan warned him , Immediately go to Song Run.

Cheng Hui turned pale with fright, and stood in the yard for a long time in a daze. The other officials who heard Song Yuan's warning also realized how serious the consequences would be. They looked at Cheng Hui helplessly, hoping that he would quickly take the Come up with a way.

"Master Juncheng."

The corner of Cheng Hui's lips twitched: "Go to Mingtang."

He finally realized that letting Zhangye grow grain instead of cotton was not a matter of water and soil at all. It was those people who wanted to use Zhangye's grain growing to confuse those people who didn't know the inside story. Even if something happened one day, the refugees would Influx into Zhangye, when the time comes, Song Run, Song Yuan and him will all be implicated.

Song Yuan also came to Song Run's house. She stood at the door for a long time without deciding whether to knock on the door to ask.

There are princes watching everywhere in the northwest, and there must be the masters of those officials. Even if they are not short of money, Song Yuan can't guarantee whether they are involved in it. If they are really dirty, then she will definitely stir up trouble if she investigates.

Now that Emperor Hong Ming has been enthroned for less than a year, the prince Song Chun is taking care of all major court affairs. It seems to be calm, but there are undercurrents among the princes. Will she stir up troubles at this time to change the situation?
Song Yuan was stumped, because of Leping's incident, Emperor Hong Ming would feel resentment in his heart if he provoked the reform of Tian Mu, and he was on guard against her so far. If the current court situation is messed up again, Emperor Hong Ming would have the intention of killing her, but If you don't mention it, the second brother and her will be implicated, how can the eldest brother stand by?

Empress Shen has said many times that they are both children of the Shen family, even if they are not from the same mother, in the eyes of others, the interests of the three of them are bound together, so Song Yuan cannot sit idly by.

"Uncle Jiu?" Song Ce's clear voice sounded suddenly, holding a book in his arms, he stood quietly in the alley with a smile on his face, "Why don't you go in when Uncle Jiu is here?"

Song Yuan quickly suppressed her emotions. No matter how angry she was, she was unwilling to spread her bad emotions to her innocent nephew. After taking two deep breaths, she smiled slightly: "Your father is still at home ?”

"Daddy has already returned to the camp this afternoon." Song Ce walked up to him. The 15-year-old boy was already as tall as Song Yuan: "Uncle Jiu is looking for daddy for something important?"

Song Yuan shook his head: "It's not an important matter, just ask another day."

"Uncle Jiu, come in and have a cup of tea." Song Ce said as he opened the door and went in.

Song Yuan hurriedly took two steps away: "No need, there is still something to do in the Yamen, I will visit another day."

After leaving the words, she left and left the alley, only to realize that the sky was already dark, and the night in the northwest smelled like wind and sand, Song Yuan's churning emotions also calmed down.

Acting around such a big detour must be for profit. If there is no profit, these people's schemes will fall apart. Since they have already done something, why should she worry about forbearance?

"Inform all merchants in Zhangye overnight to meet me at the yamen at sunrise tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)