Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

In September of 14th year, Jing Jia came to the annual tax season for grain payment.

In the previous rainstorm and in nine prefectures and over thirty counties near Gyeonggi, a lot of crops were moldy in the field. Many farmers fell on the muddy ridges and sniffed the moldy smell in the air, crying in tears .

Gyeonggi is relatively wealthy, and every family has some surplus grain in their barns. Although the loss this time will not make these families unable to eat, the problem is that taxes will soon be paid. The court will not collect grain but cash, they need to take the surplus grain. Part of them came to Mi Zhuang to exchange for silver tax.

However, Chen Mi is no better than Xinmi, and it can't sell for a good price. It can only be hoped that the natural disaster rice price has risen ...

As a result, the affected farmers opened granaries, and several joint ventures rented cars and carried rice to the state capital to sell.

After arriving at the market, farmers have ushered in a new round of despair. Obviously, it was the year of the disaster, and the price of rice purchased by Mi Zhuang has fallen sharply. Although it was last year's rice, it was also hulled polished rice. The purchase price is only the price of millet. Farmers are filled with indignation and Mi Zhuang theory, but the other party seems to have been prepared, dispatched more than a dozen strong men with sticks, the shopkeeper also said: If it is too cheap, go elsewhere to sell.

The farmers had no choice but to continue to search. Some lucky farmers found Mi Zhuang at a fair price and took the money back.

As the news spread, many farmers came in admiration. A few days later, these well-established and well-established warehouses were filled with reasonable prices, while the other rice-zhuangs that sprung up like mushrooms seemed to be negotiated and kept the prices low.

Several old shopkeepers secretly met. The warehouse is full. Although renting a warehouse is also a way, these are Chen Mi after all. There are always variables. Several shopkeepers have negotiated back to the store and have reduced the purchase price. Other Mi Zhuang were flat.

For the affected farmers, this is undoubtedly worse. Lamy's trucks are everywhere on the streets of the state capital. Many farmers sit sadly on the roadside in the sun, frowning frowning.

After a few more days like this, the previously low-priced Mi Zhuang Qi brushed up a little, the price was slightly higher than the old name but still lower than the price of previous years. That's why farmers also saw the savior and scrambled to put Mila went there to exchange her silver, but unfortunately it didn't last long-but the price of rice fell back on the 10th.

Selling milled polished rice at the price of millet is undoubtedly a meat-cutting experience for farmers. At this time, some loyal “old people” appeared in two or three trucks. These old people told the farmers that the Quartet **** shops had abundant funds and industries spread all over. The world, and the owner's house there is kind-hearted: Not only is the current period long, but the interest is also one point lower than other pawnshops. It is better to go there and see.

...

The owner behind the Sifang pawnshop is the source of money, and the Mi Zhuang that emerged overnight in the affected state capital are Qi Yan's counselor Gu Feng.

Wei Guo respects Confucianism, and believes in his body-skinned parents. Gu Feng was implicated in the case of witchcraft and was stigmatized. He was almost tortured to death in hard labor in Kitakyushu. As a result of his death, his psychology has long been distorted.

His life was saved by Qi Yan. Qi Yan did what he asked him to do. If he could take the opportunity to create more misfortunes and make more people as poor as him, Gu Feng would be very happy.

...

In the fourteenth year of Jingjia, in October, taxes from various places were reported to the court.

Nangong Jingnu prepared herself before opening the files of the affected counties, but she was surprised to find that the tax was not lost ...

Suspicious but unable to ask the courtiers, she had to change the method to Qi Yan's side to explore the reason.

After listening to Nangong Jingnv ’s question, Qi Yan showed a mild smile and replied softly: "Gyeonggi is no better than other places, and the feet of Tianzi are naturally richer than other places. Presumably the granaries in the affected counties are full, and the farmers take out the stored grain. The money was changed, so although the disaster was not small, it did not affect taxation. "

Nangong Jingnv suddenly realized that Qi Yan looked at her and said, "But ... how thick can the people's family base be? It's okay once or twice. It's always going to be a torment one day."

Nangong Jingnv sighed, "Why don't you know this house? But how to prevent natural disasters?"

Qi Yan's heart is clear. The problems of the Wei state are not external but internal. The unreasonable taxation and the national policy of cutting leeks, as well as the tedious institutions and corrupt government, have changed the dynasty, but the former ethos still exist ...

Perhaps this is what the Masked Man said: Why does Nangong make it worthy to be a minister instead of a king? Now it seems that Nangong Jean is just a usurper and is not the founding father.

But Qi Yan didn't remind him anymore, instead he said, "Will your Highness listen to the opinions of the students in the world?"

Nangong Jingnv straightened up: "How can I hear?"

Qi Yan ticked off the corner: "Modify the exam questions."

Nangong Jingnu: "But ..."

Qi Yan: "The old test questions have been read by the examiners, and they are flashy. Now the examiner is the examiner who has the right to modify the test questions. Why not change to" On the old system and the new policy? "

Nangong Jingnv's heart jumped. The word "New Deal" could be said to her heart. Qi Yan continued to persuade while struggling with iron: "They will try to be leaders, and they can definitely come up with good topics, even if they don't It is also good to inspire the courtiers. "

Nangong Jingnu: "This palace will report to the father!"

Qi Yan took Nangong Jingnv to the door of the temple, and watched her hurried away, her eyes were dim.

Nangong told the usurper to just change the front and drag the Shen body left over from the former for another 14 years. Now the court of Wei Kingdom is like an old man lying in bed, and the reform can only be carried out slowly. In short, without a "famous doctor" to supplement a dose of fierce medicine will only make Wei Guo die faster!

Nangong Jingnv's long residence in the deep palace has limited audiovisual. For the time being, she didn't see the truth clearly. Qi Yan catered to her mind to modify the examination questions, and she chose a group of "cynic" reformists to enter the court. It won't be long ... these people can torture Wei State to death!

Qian Tong appeared silently behind Qi Yan and knelt down, "Master, I have a letter."

The letter was written by Qian Yuan. The letter said that under the policy of Gu Feng, everything went well. At present, the Quartet pawnshop has collected 2,000 hectares of land deeds, but the funds are already tight. Ask Qi Yan what to do next.

Qi Yan thought for a moment, and said to Qian Tong, "What happened to you some time ago?"

Qian Tong: "Back to the host, we have already planted our people in Luomafu. Although not many, they are all key positions."

Qi Yan nodded: "From tomorrow onwards, you will personally supervise and move out the contents of the Maoma Mansion House and sell it to Tongyuan Pawnshop under Xie'an's name, and convert it into cash for your father."

Qian Tong: "Yes."

The next day, Qi Yan had re-drafted the only questions in the exam, and packed them back to Luomafu.

Because the exam questions were confidential, Qi Yan temporarily sent most of the servants in the house, including the woman in charge, to their private homes, leaving only a few people to wait.

Fourteen years of Jingjia, November.

Two shadows, one tall and one short, came out of the back door of Luomafu. At this time, the street had a curfew and there was no one on the street.

The two were clever and clever, and they knew the route of the guards on the street of Luomafu. They easily avoided the guards on patrol.

The two came to the south of the city on foot, through a bamboo forest, and the back door of the private house in Luomafu was right in front of them.

The smaller shadow took three steps and crossed the courtyard wall in two steps, and the back door opened with two muffled sounds.

Qian Tong: "Master, please."

These two black shadows are Qi Yan and Qian Tong. Because Xiaodie lived in the backyard, no one met along the way. Qi Yan touched her chest. Under the black shirt, the wolf king tattoos passed down from generation to generation. .

She ruined the one on her sister's waist four years ago with her own hands, and now on her chest is the last mark of the Plow Royal Family, but it will no longer exist tonight.

When Qi Yan herself burned off the imprint of Xiaodie's waist, she once told her: Brother will stay with you.

It's just that the totem area of ​​Qi Yan's chest is relatively large, and it would be fatal to see the doctor without a proper name. She did not get the skin-washing formula for three years, and she has a good name today.

Qi Yan is going to let her sister look at the totem again and let her remember it.

When he came to the courtyard, the lights in the room had blown out. Qi Yan said to Qian Tong, "You are here, I will go in myself."

Qian Tong: "Yes."

Qi Yan came to the door, and the hand to knock on the door stopped in mid-air. The five senses of the prairie people were naturally keen, Qi Yan keenly noticed a strange sound.

She frowned, and put her ear against the door: Is Kocho sick?

"Um ~ ... sister ~!"

"... call my name."

"Well ... wife."

Qi Yan was like the thunder of five thunder, and couldn't believe his ears. There was a nangong girl in the room?

Qi Yansheng was afraid that he had heard it wrong, held his breath and stuck his ear to the door again, and the sound of his heartbeat was clearly in his ear.

As Kocho screamed inexorably, Nangong's maid said, panting, "Is he good or me?"

Qi Yan :? ? ? ? ?

Silent for a while, Kocho's weak voice came: "Me and Yuanjun ..., can't you think more?"

Nangong Maid: "Don't mention that person again!"

Fluttershy: "Ah! Don't ..."

Qi Yan's forehead burst into cold sweat, and her body shook and almost fell. Although she hadn't gotten any personnel, Qi Yan also knew what the two inside were doing.

Two women ... and her own sister and the daughter of the enemy ..., prairie princess and princess Wei country, or a married woman? !!

Qi Yan gritted his teeth, and his blue forehead exploded. He tried to break through the door several times and stifled it.

I don't know how long, Qi Yan slowly backed away, leaving Qiantong without a word.

Fourteen years of Jingjia, November 15.

That is, after Qi Yan returned from the private house, the east side of the capital rose into the sky, and half of the capital became red.

Misaki's mansion in Misaki's mansion has caught fire!

The patrol battalion and Yingtianfu officers and men quickly came to the rescue, but the fire was too fierce, and they were unable to return to the sky ...

Nangong Jingnv in her sleep was awakened by Qiu Ju: "His Royal Highness Qi, the patrol battalion has come to report to the horse house for water!"

Nangong Jingnu lifted the quilt and ran to Qiuju barefoot. "How about the fire? What about the horse?"

Qiuju bit her lip: "The fire is fierce and abnormal, Master Ma ... still inside!"

"His Royal Highness!" Nangong Jing's eyes turned black, thanks to Qiuju supporting her.

Nangong Jingnv: "Put a ride! This palace is going to see! Come on!"

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It ’s even finer today ~ Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrition ~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [grenade]: 1 silver coin;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: Lin Yun'er's woman, Aunt, Seven, Endless, Deeplove, Ayu, Xiaohei 1

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the [nutrient solution]:

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Thank you very much for your support and I will continue to work hard!

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