Chapter 171: Undercurrent

After a while, one of the people who looked like a leader stood up and worshipped Pei Yuanzhang: "His Royal Highness, this victim is not enough food to enter the city, so every year, even if we put our hands in the fields, Can't dig so many meters. "
"Yes!"
"Our lives are not easy!"
"What's more," said the man again, "in business talk, our grain is not rushed by the flood. It was bought with white flowers of silver, and we are waiting for the food to sell."
The following people echoed each other. Pei Yuanzhang just looked at him and didn't speak. The man boldly said, "But since His Highness opened his mouth to raise food, we should also do something for the court ..."
As soon as I heard it, I was overjoyed. As long as these businessmen were willing to take action, the disaster victims' affairs would not be a problem.
"... this time raising food, I made a thousand stone meters!"
I could hear that my heart sank suddenly, a thousand stone meters, which was not enough for a day's supply of the congee factory outside!
As soon as the people below heard it, some even secretly laughed, and someone immediately said, "Since this is the case, we have a thousand stones!"
"We have a small shop, but we can't catch up to Boss Liu, so let's make 800 stones!"
"I have six hundred ..."
One after another the sounds were ringing in the ears. These people were talking about smallpox, but it was nothing but a slap in the bucket. I remember someone once said that the rice merchants in Yangzhou were the kings of Forbes, and there were rude words on the underworld The farts are oiled on the crotch, but now the relief victims are being rescued, but they are only taking out some of the bilge.
I gritted my teeth and whispered, "These people are not afraid of death!"
After listening to this sentence, Yang Yunhui, who had been standing by my side, looked a little strange, in a weird tone: "What are you afraid of?"
I just remembered that his father, Yang Wanyun, was Huang Shang, and he was talking about business, but I was afraid he wouldn't be generous in this situation.
It seems that raising food is really not easy. I sighed and turned away.
But just two steps later, he heard Yang Yunhui saying behind him, "Aren't you helping the third brother think of a way?"
"..." I stopped and looked back at him.
"Anyway, there are tens of thousands of lives," he said with a smile: "Girl Yue, you are a kind-hearted person, not even an assassin who can bear it, let alone those victims. Hundreds of miles are hungry and wandering, but you do n’t want to see Right. "
I looked at him and said nothing, after all, turned back.
On this day, Pei Yuanzhang never returned to the inner courtyard. The outside was always quiet, and even the sound of falling snow was heard.
Until late at night, the room was slowly getting dark, and I watched a candlelight, and I heard a footstep squeak on the snow, and slowly came from a distance.
With a squeak, the door was pushed open.
Even though it was so late, I still saw the almost unstoppable evil spirit from his eyes for the first time, but the moment when the evil spirit entered the room, it seemed to dissipate a lot.
Maybe it's because the room has long scented the fragrance of fragrance, maybe it's because the refreshments on the table exude a faint heat, and Pei Yuanzhang also sipped it when he looked at it, then looked at me, I went forward to take it He took off his robe and stunned Xue Xue: "Your Highness, you must haven't eaten much today, let's have some refreshments first."
He glanced at me again, slowly walked to the table and sat down. I hung up my clothes and walked over, handing him hot tea.
As he reached for his tea, he suddenly said, "Did you sleep well last night?"