Chapter 2514: Open source and reduce expenditure

Zhu Feng nodded, then stretched out his hand to embrace her, and said softly: "Go to sleep."
Nan Yan responded and said, "The emperor also goes to bed earlier, don't think about it anymore."
"I know."
Nan Yan hugged him, tiredness struck, and slowly closed his eyes.
Looking down at the night Zhongnanyan's long eyelashes trembling with her breath, Zhu Feng smiled silently, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.
But he did not go to sleep immediately. Instead, he kept his eyes open, watching the cold moonlight on the edge of the window, like a frost on the ground. Those deep, eagle-like eyes were also so silent. In the night, there was a silent, sharp light.


In a blink of an eye, another seven days passed.
After Zhu Feng got up early in the morning, he went to the morning court. Nan Yan calculated that the time was almost the same, so Aunt Tongyun asked her to cook her up early in the morning and took out the mung bean soup that had been in the well.
Delivered to the Imperial Study Room in person.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhu Feng sitting behind the desk, holding a stack of memorials that had been reviewed, but the top one was spread out, obviously not finished.
And he was writing something.
Nan Yan walked in and saw that he was transcribing a passage from "Yizhou Zhi".
The brocade of Chengdu has been completed, and it is in the river. Its writing is clear and better than the beginning; it is not as good as the river...
Nan Yan looked at it, feeling a little strange.
Zhu Feng was born in the army, but he was not entirely a rough person. Although he could not do the things of chanting the wind and moon, he could not be troubled by chanting poetry and painting.
However, at this time, it is neither writing poetry nor painting.
It seems a bit strange to copy such a passage.
And looking at his face, it looked a little gloomy. It was very hot in the imperial study room, and the small table next to it was clearly already set with ice trays, and the little was still sweating profusely while fanning the cold wind to his side.
The sweat fell like a broken string, fainting the words he had written.
Nan Yan smiled and walked up and said: "The emperor, use some mung bean soup, the concubine put it in the well specially, just took it out, now she is cold."
"Oh?"
When Zhu Feng heard this, the gloomy air on his face faded a little.
Put down the pen, took the bowl and drank it.
The clear and sweet mung bean soup dripped from the tip of his tongue, but it made the heat in him subside a little, and he sighed comfortably, still feeling a little bit unfinished.
Asked: "Anything else?"
Nan Yan smiled and said: "The emperor can't be greedy for cold, and be careful of hurting your stomach."
Zhu Feng said: "You too look down upon me. I had eaten horse meat that was frozen hard by ice and snow during the war. That's nothing."
Nan Yan immediately said: "Having suffered hardship, it doesn't mean that you can always endure hardship, you should endure hardship."
"..."
"The emperor is now in the world, so naturally he has to take good care of the dragon body. The concubine is here, so the emperor is not allowed to be so messy."
Zhu Feng glanced at her and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.
Said: "Okay, listen to you."
"..."
"Pour me a cup of tea."
Hearing him say this, Nan Yan snorted, but obediently walked over and made him a cup of tea. Just like the past, he put a small rock candy in, and tore two more Hangbai chrysanthemums. Delivered to Zhu Feng's hand.
But this time, Zhu Feng's attention was again placed on the memorial to the side.
The teacup was put down for a long time, and he didn't take a sip.
Nan Yan didn't bother him either. He just watched his eyebrows frown and tighten, the hanging needle pattern seemed to be carved on the eyebrows, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Whispered softly: "The emperor, has something happened again?"
"..."
Zhu Feng did not speak, but fell silent.
Nan Yan asked that sentence, but he didn't dare to say more. After all, if he asked more, he would be suspected of being involved in the harem.
It took a long time before I saw Zhu Feng throw the memorial back on the table. Although he didn't use much force, his movements and expressions were obviously already very impatient.
Shen Shen said: "The output of brocade in the south this year is less than 30% of last year. At this time in previous years, at least 200,000 new brocades have been harvested. If this continues, the treasury will be empty."
Nan Yan frowned when she heard it.
"Sangnon's matter, hasn't it been resolved?"
"The matter has been resolved, but the impact of the previous disturbances has only just appeared now."
"..."
"For a long time before, Sangnong had been making trouble and stopped production completely. Even if they later appeased them and started production again, the vacancy in the middle can no longer be filled."
"..."
"Plus, the special envoy to the Western Regions took away a large amount of silk brocade..."
Having said that, Zhu Feng sighed a long time.
Nan Yan also frowned.
Of course she knew that Sangnong's troubles would definitely not be resolved and nothing would be lost. After the destruction, many bad influences would not show up until later.
I just didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
It seems that I don't know what Chai Migui is not in charge, and Zhu Feng is really troubled by such a big family.
Nan Yan thought for a while, and said: "The concubine will promote thrift in the harem. This year's silk and winter brocade can be halved by the emperor."
Zhu Feng looked at her, and even though he was devastated, he couldn't help but smile.
If it is someone else, at most it would comfort him and ask the emperor to calm down his anger.
But Nan Yan didn't say anything, and first presented the solution she could think of and could do. Even if it didn't save much, it still relieved him a lot.
Smiled at her and said, "You are simply."
Nanyan Road: "If it weren't for the imperial concubine's wear that affected the royal decent, the concubine could not be used."
Zhu Feng couldn't help but laughed and said, "Okay, you won't be short of you."
"..."
"Although throttling is a solution, it is always a temporary solution rather than a permanent cure."
"..."
"Opening sources is the way to get paid from the bottom of the pot."
Nanyan Road: "Last time, the solution to Sangnong that Wang Wei came up with was an open source."
Zhu Feng said: "The imperial government is spending a lot of money now, especially after the opening of the Western Regions Commercial Road, the estimated output of brocade is definitely not enough."
"Then-how to open source?"
"Yes, how to open source..."
"..."
"Where can open source..."
As Zhu Feng said, his eyes deepened.
His pupils wanted to be deep and dark, and it was difficult for people to see what kind of emotions were inside. At this moment, even if he was close at hand, Nan Yan could only see his eyes flicker slightly, as if he was watching something intently. .
However, what he saw was only the cup of tea that was on hand.
The tea was still swaying slightly, reflecting a faint light.
Nan Yan thought about what he had just said, and said softly: "The brocade requires technology. Jiangnan has been a silk producing area for hundreds of years. The mulberry farmers and weavers are also mature. Change to another place. , Where can I change it?"