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Chapter 258 Sending Silver to His Highness the Crown Prince

Kaifeng mansion, Liu family.

Liu Guapi sat at home, surrounded by the hot charcoal fire, humming and said: "Then the Zhao family sent money to His Highness the Crown Prince again?"

"Go back to the master, I gave you a lot." said the butler next to him.

"How much did you send?"

"[-]? [-]. [-]?" The butler scratched his head in confusion, and said with a guilty conscience, "Sir, shall I go out and inquire?"

After a while.

The butler's thigh was directly kicked by Liu Guapi: "What are you doing dead, go."

As a wealthy local businessman, he has a good relationship with several county magistrates. He felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that Zhao Ren called on several county magistrates today.

Then the butler came back and said that Zhao Ren had donated money and food, and set up a porridge shed near the government office. If he didn't send any victims, he would say that His Highness the Crown Prince asked him to do it.

"How many porridge sheds did Zhao Ren set up?"

The housekeeper was smart this time, he had already counted the porridge sheds of the Zhao family, and immediately said: "There are five of them, and they said they would give porridge for a month."

Liu Guapi was short-tempered, and the limelight was taken away by the Zhao family. How could he let His Royal Highness know that he was also helping the disaster, and at the same time let the common people eat less.

He turned around and said: "There is a way, we have more than the Zhao family, but you do it this way."

After hearing this, the butler nodded.

Kaifengfu Street.

More than a dozen porridge sheds were full of porridge victims, but Liu Guapi's was the only one where the victims vomited after taking a sip.

The soldiers nearby saw someone spit out the porridge, so they stepped forward to stop them: "Hey, why are you wasting food?"

"There is sand in this porridge." The victim showed the porridge at the bottom of his bowl to the soldiers.

Soon after, Li Shanchang told Zhu Biao about the incident.

If sand is added to the porridge, people will naturally eat less, and they may even not eat it.If they are held accountable, they can say that the rice has not been cleaned.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao looked at Li Shanchang and said with a smile, "What does Xiang Li think about this?"

"I think that some wealthy businessmen are not willing to provide disaster relief. Using this method, it is easy to spoil people's stomachs. Such actions should be taken out and held accountable."

"Wait, Li Xiang just said..."

"Such actions should be pulled out and held accountable."

"No, the previous sentence."

"It's easy to make people eat badly."

"There's no other way. Let that sneaky Liu Guapi bleed."

……

The gate of the Liu family was full of people, and they said to Liu Guapi, "There is sand in your porridge."

"Sand? Could it be that the rice grains haven't been washed clean? If everyone is hungry, wait for new rice grains after the beginning of spring."

Reluctantly, these victims gathered at the gate of Liu Guapi's house and asked him to pay money to see a doctor for those who ate sand porridge.

Seeing that the gate of his home was blocked by the victims, Liu Guapi immediately ordered people to drive these people out.

As soon as he asked someone to lift the wooden stick, Zhu Biao and Li Shanchang appeared in the crowd.

"Mr. Liu, you are Lian Gu and Li Xiangguo who are going to fight together." Zhu Biao asked with raised brows.

"This... the grass people dare not, the grass people are not trying to beat His Highness the Crown Prince, the grass people are sincere to the court and the people..." Liu Guapi said with some surprise in his heart.

"Sincerely? Holding a stick is sincere?" Zhu Biao asked.

Liu Guapi immediately said: "Caomin will set up double porridge sheds tomorrow, and will definitely help the people of Kaifeng get through this time."

This time Liu Guapi did what he said, and took out all the rice hidden in the grain store and distributed it to the victims.

This incident aroused the praise of the people and everyone below, and even Li Shanchang admired Zhu Biao even more.

In Nanjing, Lao Zhu received a letter from Zhu Biao a few days ago, which described the disaster in Kaifeng.

He also talked about his idea of ​​building emergency warehouses for disaster relief. Drought and snow disasters are prone to occur in the north. Zhu Biao meant to make simple material storage, such as food, fuel carbon, and cotton clothes.

And close to the coast of the Yellow River, it is also necessary to prevent floods, flooding of the Yellow River and other related emergencies.
There are also floods in the Jiangnan area...

Li Shanchang followed Zhu Biao to Kaifeng, and now only Yang Xian and Hu Weiyong are left in Zhongshu Province.

Hu Weiyong followed Lao Zhu to Qianqing Palace after he came down from court: "Return to Your Majesty, the main hall of Zhongdu has been completed."

"It's finished? Well, let's go take a look after the Kaifeng thing is over. Make sure there is no problem, don't be opportunistic."

Hu Weiyong quickly smiled and said: "Back to Your Majesty, how dare a humble minister, then every page of the bricks is engraved with the date of firing and name, etc., absolutely nothing will happen, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"Okay." Old Zhu put Zhu Biao's letter in the box, got up and said, "Snow disaster in the north, although Li Xiang and the crown prince are here in Kaifeng, they are too busy after all. For other northern prefectures, you should discuss it carefully."

Hu Weiyong nodded: "It's better to let the merchants in the Jiangnan area donate silver taels to the north. In this way..."

Lao Zhu didn't say a word, neither agreed nor disagreed, just said: "Today, the food made by the imperial dining room is very suitable for our taste."

Hearing this, Hu Weiyong immediately understood what Lao Zhu meant, nodded and sent officials to handle it.

In the Shen family, since Shen Zhifu's sudden departure, the aunts in the house have become happier, and no one has competed with their precious daughter for the family business.

Shen Qiancheng heard that the imperial court wanted them to donate money to Kaifeng Mansion and the North, but in the past, he knew whether to do these things. He was afraid that the imperial court would be angry if the donation was too small, so he called Xiaolian here.

"Xiao Lian, how much money did Miss send to Yangzhou before?"

"Master, this servant can't remember clearly." Xiao Lian shook her head.

"Weaving Bureau?"

Xiaolian still shook her head.

"Did miss tell you where to go? If you dare to lie to me, I'll sell you." Shen Qiancheng threatened.

"Master, I really don't know, Miss only said that she left, but the servant really doesn't know." Xiao Lian rubbed her eyes and said.

She really doesn't know.

"Master, Miss..." Xiao Lian left the room sobbing, muttering to herself: Miss, where did you go?

"Go down." Shen Qiancheng waved his hand irritably, not because he felt sorry for Yinzi, but because his daughter was really worried.

He really couldn't figure out why she left so suddenly.

"Master? It is not compulsory for the court to ask the master to donate silver. Why donate too much, tens of thousands of taels are enough."

Shen Qiancheng frowned and said, "I've made up my mind to donate 50 taels of silver. What do you know, you woman, get out."

They are imperial merchants themselves, so naturally they should not be underestimated this time, Shen Qiancheng knew that offending His Majesty would not lead a good life.

……

The Jin Yiwei on the roof beam looked at each other and immediately understood, it was their duty to write down everything they heard word for word.

The snow in Kaifeng Mansion has stopped, and Zhu Di has been very busy these few days. On the day of returning to Beijing, except for Zhu Xi, both Zhu Biao and Zhu Di lost a few catties.

Li Shanchang gave Liu Ruiming's tablet to Liu Guyu, arranged for her to get into the carriage, and took her to Nanjing.

On the way back to Beijing, the snow has been cleared, and the carriage is also reversing quickly. Zhu Biao asked Li Shanchang to count those people who voluntarily removed snow from the south of the Yangtze River, and reward them according to the situation.

Along the way, Zhu Biao also asked people to inquire about Shen Zhiwu's whereabouts, but there was no news.

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