It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 672 Signing and donating grain

Yang Xianrong looked at them and was a little hesitant for a moment.

She had no choice but to look at Jin Zhun again, as he held the highest official position here.

Jin Zhun's head and face were covered in sweat. He knelt in the front row, watching the burning of the long incense sticks nervously.

"Master Jin?" Yang Xianrong called him, but he did not respond. Because at this time, another guard walked past him holding incense sticks, and the three incense sticks were burning very vigorously, which frightened him so much that he could not help but lean back.

"Master Jin!" Cui Xi had already walked over, supporting Yang Xianrong with one hand and waving at Jin Zhun with the other.

"Sir Jin, the general's wife is calling you." Yuan Jianshuo's roar was quite effective. He immediately came to his senses and looked at Yang Xianrong.

"Master Jin." With Cui Xi standing beside her, Yang Xianrong walked much faster. She came to Jin Zhun and asked him, "They want to go back to count the grain and donate it. Do you think this is okay? I'm afraid of angering the Dragon King and the Jade Emperor."

"Okay." Jin Zhun wiped the sweat that had already flowed down his cheeks. He felt like he was going to smoke from the sun, but why was Yang Xianrong still not sweating? Her face was smooth and white, and even had a little halo.

"Then Lord Jin, do you want to donate grain?" Yang Xianrong asked again.

"Ah?" Jin Zhun was a little surprised, and his mind was already confused.

"Master Jin has a large family and a great business, so he should be able to donate some surplus food, right?" Yang Xianrong did not give him time to think, and immediately followed up with a sentence, "Your current status is not ordinary, so you should naturally set an example, right?"

Just before Jin Zhun could answer, he suddenly heard a crowd of people exclaiming behind him.

It turned out that one of the three long incense sticks in front suddenly dropped a large piece of incense ash, which fell directly into the bamboo basket. White smoke was coming out of the bamboo basket, which was very frightening.

"Master Jin!"

"Master Jin, we want to donate grain!"

"Hurry up and let's go back and count the numbers!"

"The Jade Emperor and the Dragon King would be delighted to see this!"

"Master Jin, please donate some too!"

The sounds came one after another and it was already chaotic.

Jin Zhun's clothes were soaked with sweat, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were a little blurry.

Yang Xianrong said softly, "Master Jin, isn't it for the Crown Prince that you are donating some of your money?"

This was clear enough. Even if Jin Zhun could no longer think, he knew that Yang Xianrong was forcing him. Liu Yao's donation of 1,000 dan was just the beginning, and the real purpose was to get them to donate grain. Of course, in addition to getting those wealthy merchants to donate grain, the more important thing was to make these Han officials "bleed". These people also had surplus grain at home, waiting to sell it at a high price to make money.

However, in the current situation, he has been put on the fire and there is no way he can escape unless he spits out money and food.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll donate a hundred dan!"

"Lord Jin, there are only more than 30 people in your family, but there are 800 dan of grain in your backyard granary. Why donate more?" Yang Xianrong's eyes lit up.

"Two hundred loads!" Jin Zhun said again.

"In fact, why donate some more and send it to the palace? The emperor, the prince, and the concubines all need to eat, right?" Yang Xianrong said very gently, but it made Jin Zhun tremble a little, because he suddenly thought, how did Yang Xianrong know the food situation in his family? Now she asked him to donate food in the name of donating to the palace, and he had no choice but to donate!

"Okay! Three hundred dan!" Jin Zhun replied again.

"That is to say, you will donate 200 dan of grain to Chang'an City and 300 dan to the palace! Lord Jin is truly a role model for the Han Dynasty and a model among officials!" A smile finally appeared on Yang Xianrong's face, and her voice was loud enough for people in the first five rows to hear.

There were also many officials kneeling among them. When they heard that Jin Zhun was donating grain, they could not fall behind and had to donate grain quickly and leave here. So, they also shouted and expressed their intention to donate grain.

Yang Xianrong stood up straight and looked towards the crowd of people. Each of them looked anxious and seemed to be in a hurry to donate grain.

After hesitating for a moment, she summoned Yuan Jianshuo and Zhang Heng. Both of them had silk and brushes in their hands, and it seemed that they had prepared them early in the morning.

She said loudly, "Since you are so sincere, I will not stop you. So, please sign and write down the amount of grain you want to donate and your names and identities. Later, when the grain is stored in the warehouse and when I report to the emperor, I can also report your names one by one, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." These people responded hurriedly, because the three long incense sticks had burned a lot more, and only half the length of an arm was left. The incense ashes were falling down, and the white smoke in the bamboo basket was rising more and more.

Some people were still thinking: Just sign and leave quickly. Anyway, when the big explosion happens, Yang Xianrong will be killed and no one will come to collect the amount of donated grain. Just write down a random number. It doesn't matter anyway because it's already too much.

Looking around, there should be quite a few people who have this idea. They have hurriedly written down the numbers and their names, then stood up and ran away immediately, at an extremely fast speed. Even those wealthy businessmen who were too fat to walk before, now have the ability to move instantly, and they are already ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Some people couldn't even wait for Yuan Jianshuo to come to them, so they ran to him, snatched the silk, hurriedly wrote the quantity and name on it, and then ran away.

Yuan Jianshuo was stunned, and he and Zhang Heng looked at each other. The two men put the silk with signatures in their hands into their arms, fearing that they would lose it.

Most of the people in the first five rows had already left, and those who were left probably had no food left, so they all knelt there trembling with fear, and slowly moved backwards, trying to stay away from the incense and candle table.

Yang Xianrong and Cuixi still stood there without moving. She held three short incense sticks above her head and shouted loudly: "Dragon King, Jade Emperor, and all the gods, we sincerely pray for rain. I hope you will send rain soon to save the people from their suffering!"

The common people stood at the back, but they also saw the whole process. They didn't know what happened, but they were very happy to know that all the wealthy merchants and officials had started to donate grain. When they heard Yang Xianrong standing in the front, shouting, and with an extremely pious attitude, some people started crying!