The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 744 The Method of Rice Grain

The disaster on the mountain did not develop in the direction expected by the enemy, and the mess left behind not only caused headaches for the lieutenant, but also made Xiao Wen very distressed.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Zheng served tea to Xiao Wen, with a concerned look on her face, "Husband, let's take a rest first, we don't have enough rice, so we will hand over the booklet. I entrusted my father's friends in the capital, and I believe the booklet will be presented to the Holy Majesty."

Ever since she interceded on behalf of Jiao Hengyuan last time, not only Lin Qiaoyun has alienated her, but even Xiao Wen has been lukewarm towards her. When encountering difficulties this time, Zheng naturally tried her best and spared no effort.

Xiao Wen rummaged through the account books under his hands, but he couldn't find the amount of rice grains enough to pay tribute. He looked at Bao Shi who was also counting beside him, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Bao shook his head, frowned wearily, "No, there was not much food in the previous year. If we give up this experience, the people of Qingcheng will not be able to survive this winter. Ah Wen, this rice grain, We can't hand it over."

Mrs. Zheng listened to this, and immediately began to speak again, "Husband, rice grain is the foundation of the people. Could it be that the Holy One will just watch the people of our city starve to death?"

Xiao Wen hadn't spoken yet, but Bao Shi sighed, "Hey, sister, you're thinking about this matter too simply. The imperial court values ​​martial arts and despise literature, even if the Holy One knows that the punishment of civilian officials is definitely better than that of generals. And , hand this booklet up, three checks and five cards, whether you can get to the Holy Majesty is still unknown."

What she said was the truth, and it was exactly what Xiao Wen was worried about, but Mrs. Zheng had read the sages' books with all her heart, and she didn't understand the analysis of the situation in the court. : "My sister's words are wrong. My father, a friend, can enter the Golden Luan Hall, so there is no problem in speaking."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Xiao Wen suddenly closed his eyes irritably, not wanting to explain to Mrs. Zheng any further. In terms of educational philosophy, he admired this wife's persistence and hard work, but he didn't care about her wife's political affairs. Stir in.

The Jinluan Palace made a speech, and it was impeachment of the military generals in the court. Unless there was a life-threatening friendship, no one would risk his head to help.

After being silent for a while, he finally sighed, "This rice, let's think about it."

Now that he is on the same boat as the lieutenant general, he is not worried that he will not be able to hide the truth. It is naturally easier to deliver this rice grain compared to the Holy Majesty's sin.

At this time, Bao Shi suddenly thought of a way, "Awen, do you remember that when there was a severe drought that year, who sent most of our rice grains in Qingcheng?"

Xiao Wen was startled, and then he also reacted, "Lin Qiaoyun?"

"Yes, Lin Qiaoyun's skills are superb, and the rice grains he sent back then were priceless. If she can help, it will be twice the result with half the effort." Bao's evaluation of Lin Qiaoyun is very high, as if everything can be solved by her hands.

"Hehe, sister, the Qin family only has a few acres of Susukida outside the city, so how can they supply the amount of tribute rice?" Mrs. Zheng felt uneasy, as if she had been crushed by Lin Qiaoyun in this matter, and Jiao Hengyuan's matter , There was a gap in my heart.

Xiao Wen frowned, but ignored her, and stood up directly, "Okay, I'll go to the Qin family right away. It's about the people of Qingcheng. I don't think she will ignore it."

He knew that Lin Qiaoyun's power should not be underestimated now, all employees and merchants respected Lin Qiaoyun, or it was not a lie that she was skilled.

(End of this chapter)