Wei and Jin Cooks

   Really let them go into exile, and in the end, more and more people will be affected, and more and more people will die.

   This wave is not for the power of the population, but for the purpose of giving those exiled people a place to live.

  Fu Tinghan walked behind her and glanced at the ledger, and said, "Then let's take this money from the money that Gao Hui brought back."

  Zhao Hanzhang made a heartache and said, "Okay, I'll dial a little more here to buy more food, in addition to Zhang Ji, Grandfather Fu also sent some, so that he can try to gather the refugees."

  The money was given out. Ji Yuan, who knew that she had private money in her account, did not ask where the money came from, and pretended not to see the heartache on her face, and sent someone to buy food.

   Anyway, if she doesn't have money, the public account won't be able to squeeze out the money for her.

   Ji Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Hanzhang quietly, and felt that although she was heartbroken, she was confident, and felt that she must have some money, so he sighed faintly.

   The voice was long and helpless, forcing Zhao Hanzhang to look up at him, "What's wrong, sir?"

"Ming Gong may not know, there is a shortage of cloth in Luoyang now," Ji Yuan said, "This spring, most of them are millet and beans, but not much hemp and mulberry, and this year Luoyang's hemp is not good, and there is a worm disease, so it is extremely difficult to plant. Lack of linen."

   "The people who gathered back have Ming Gong to provide relief food. If you buy some yourself, you can get by, but the linen is scarce. Now a line of linen in Luoyang City is sold for 80 yuan a piece."

   Zhao Hanzhang frowned slightly, "Is Zhao Kuan out of control?"

  Ji Yuan glanced at her and said, "Why do you want to control it? Cloth is not food. If you lack it, people will die."

   He said indifferently: "If you can't afford it, just don't wear it."

   Zhao Hanzhang was shocked and reacted, "That's right, it's summer now, the weather is not cold, and you can live in tatters. Only those who have money and know etiquette will think about buying cloth to make clothes."

   Zhao Hanzhang thought of something, and looked at him hesitantly, "Mr. Ji, you won't be involved in this fabric business, right?"

  Ji Yuan: "Yuan is alone, and his life belongs to Duke Ming, so this fabric business is not mine, but yours."

   Zhao Hanzhang was greatly moved.

   "But we can't keep the price of cloth so high," Ji Yuan said. "Clothing, food, housing and transportation, clothing is before food, so I think it's time to stabilize the price of cloth."

"Linen is the most commonly used fabric, so I want to buy a batch of linen," Ji Yuan said with a gentle expression: "I see that the people of Luoyang have calmed down recently, and the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, so the price of this fabric cannot be kept high. ."

   "Furthermore, in schools, workshops, and officials of various prefectures, among them, the outstanding performers, won't Duke Ming reward one or two?"

   The central idea summed up in these words is - pay quickly!

   Zhao Hanzhang's heart was touched immediately, but she still had to pay for the money that should be paid. The "private house" that Fu Tinghan had just earned for her was instantly emptied by Jiyuan.

  The summer harvest is about to begin in the Central Plains area, and even the wheat and corn in Shu are beginning to mature, and they can be harvested after about ten days of drying.

   As a result, the price of grain, which had risen this spring, began to drop slightly. Jiyuan contacted several grain merchants in Yuzhou, ordered a batch of grain, and sent people to buy grain and cloth in Shu.

  The people of Luoyang City couldn't help but feel happy when they saw batches of caravans transporting a lot of supplies into Luoyang. Although they might not be able to afford it, they couldn't help but be happy when they saw Luoyang returning to life.

  Especially in March and April this year, the rain was quite decent. Although there was a little drought, it had little impact. Now that the millet has already bloomed, everyone counted the flowers in private and felt that this year’s harvest was okay.

   As long as there is harvest in the field, the people will not panic.

   They didn't panic, but Zhao Hanzhang panicked.

  Because everyone's life is difficult, she doesn't plan to levy taxes this year, but she has so many soldiers and horses, she can't keep it on her own, and the spoils in her hands are all spent.

   Her heart ached at the thought of those trophies, and the lack of money made her a little anxious, so she went out of town overnight to visit the fields outside the barracks.

   This spring, both the Zhao family army and the Xiliang army planted a lot of millet and beans near the garrison. What they planted, the harvest belonged to them.

  Although these fields can't support so many of them, at least it can greatly relieve Zhao Hanzhang's pressure.

   Before she reached the barracks, she restrained her horse, dismounted and walked to the ridge to see her rice.

   Zeng Yue and others hurriedly dismounted to keep up.

   Hearing that He saw Zhao Hanzhang walking in along the ridge, he quickly grabbed the torch in Zeng Yue's hand to catch up, and stepped forward to illuminate the way for Zhao Hanzhang.

   Zhao Hanzhang snorted and whispered, "Look, it's blooming."

Listening to the lotus, I looked intently, and I saw that in the millet field, among the blue leaves, the ears of the grain were raised high, and the small yellow flowers were quietly blooming. More and more, she looked up and saw that under the night, all the yellow flowers were blooming.

   It was the first time that Ting He saw such a scene, and he was speechless for a while.

   Zhao Hanzhang didn't speak, just watched quietly, and then the impetuous anxiety in his heart slowly dissipated.

   She brought a smile on her face and exhaled a long breath. No matter how difficult the life is, can it be the same as before?

   It's getting better little by little now, isn't it?

   "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

   The patrolling soldiers found them, and stopped to question from a distance, with bows and arrows in their hands.

   Zeng Yue hurriedly said, "This is the envoy!"

The    patrolling soldiers did not rush forward, but asked in detail again, and they came forward after they got the password for this month.

   Zhao Hanzhang also returned to the road with Tinghe.

   When the soldiers saw that it was really Zhao Hanzhang, they hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted, "Your Majesty."

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded with them with a smile, and asked, "Is Young Master Fu in the army?"

   "Yes, it was dark when he came out of the workshop, and the Luoyang city gate was closed, so he stayed in the barracks."

   Zhao Hanzhang came out before the gate of Luoyang City. At that time, Fu Tinghan hadn't returned to the city. He was expected to live in the barracks outside.

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded and went to the military camp with them.

   It was already night, and the soldiers who had been training for a day had just eaten. Except for the soldiers on patrol and night duty, everyone else went into the tent and fell asleep.

  Fu Tinghan has a separate tent here. He occasionally stays here. Ordinary soldiers can sleep, but he can't.

   He was soaking his feet while reading the official document in one hand.

  Fu An trotted in and said, "Lang Jun, the girl is here."

  Fu Tinghan gave him a strange look, "When you come, you come, why are you panicking?"

  Fu An: "...You're still soaking your feet, isn't it bad to see a girl like this?"

  Fu Tinghan raised his feet and said, "Give me the cloth towel."

   Fu An hurriedly took a cloth towel to wipe his feet. Fu Tinghan was still not used to it, so he took over and wiped it himself and asked him to pour out the water for washing his feet.

   He had just wiped his feet and had not put on his socks when Zhao Hanzhang arrived. She stood outside the tent and asked politely, "Can I go in?"

  Fu Tinghan put on his socks, dragged his clogs, and said with a smile, "Come in."

   Zhao Hanzhang opened the curtain and went in.

   "Why are you out of town tonight?"

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "I have no money, come out and relax."

   She smiled and said, "I just saw that the corn is blooming. Do you want to see it? It's beautiful."