Wei and Jin cooks

If we really let them go into exile, more and more people will be affected in the end, and more and more people will die.

This wave was not for the purpose of population power, but just to give the exiled people a place to stay.

When Fu Tinghan heard this, he walked behind her and took a look at the account book and said, "Then the money will come from the money brought back by Gao Jie."

Zhao Hanzhang made a heartbroken decision, "Okay, I'll allocate a little more here to buy more food. In addition to Zhang Gui, Grandpa Fu will also send some to his place, asking him to try to gather the refugees as much as possible."

After the money was given out, Ji Yuan, who knew that she had private wealth in her account, did not ask where the money came from. He also pretended not to see the heartache on her face and directly sent someone to buy food.

Anyway, if she doesn't contribute money, the public accounts won't be able to squeeze out any money for her.

Ji Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Hanzhang quietly, feeling that although she looked heartbroken, she was confident, and felt that she must still have some money, so he sighed quietly.

The voice was long and helpless, and Zhao Hanzhang had to look up at him, "What's wrong, sir?"

"Ming Gong may not know that Luoyang is very short of cloth now," Ji Yuan said: "This spring, most of the replanting will be millet and beans. Not much hemp and mulberry are planted. Moreover, this year's hemp in Luoyang is not good and has insect diseases, so it is extremely difficult." Lack of linen.”

"The people who have been gathered back have Ming Gong to provide food for them. If they buy some, they can live on. But linen is scarce. Now a piece of linen in Luoyang City is sold for eighty yuan."

Zhao Hanzhang frowned slightly, "Isn't Zhao Kuan in control?"

Ji Yuan glanced at her and said, "Why do we need to control it? Cloth is not food. If it is lacking, people will die."

He said coldly: "If I can't afford it, I won't wear it anymore."

Zhao Hanzhang was startled and then reacted, "It's true, it's summer now, the weather is not cold, and you can live in rags. Only people who have money and know etiquette will think of buying cloth to make clothes."

Zhao Hanzhang thought of something and looked at him hesitantly, "Mr. Ji, you won't have a share in this fabric business, right?"

Ji Yuan: "Yuan is alone, his wealth and life belong to Ming Gong, so this fabric business is not mine, but yours."

Zhao Hanzhang was greatly moved.

"But we can't let the price of cloth remain so high," Ji Yuan said: "In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, clothing comes before food, so I think it's time to stabilize the price of cloth."

"Hemp is the most commonly used fabric, so I want to buy a batch of linen cloth," Ji Yuan said with a gentle expression: "I think the people in Luoyang have calmed down recently. The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, so the price of this cloth cannot remain high. .”

"Moreover, among the officials in schools, workshops, and various government offices, who have outstanding performance, Ming Gong will not reward them with one or two rewards?"

The central idea summarized in these words is - pay quickly!

The emotion in Zhao Hanzhang's heart immediately faded away, but she still had to pay. The little "private money" Fu Tinghan had just earned for her was instantly emptied by Ji Yuan.

The summer harvest is about to begin in the Central Plains, and even the wheat and millet in Shu are beginning to mature and will be ready for harvest in about ten days.

Therefore, the price of grain, which had been rising since this spring, began to drop slightly. Ji Yuan contacted several grain merchants in Yuzhou, ordered a batch of grain, and sent people to Sichuan to purchase grain and cloth.

The people of Luoyang City couldn't help but be happy when they saw batches of caravans transporting large amounts of supplies into Luoyang. Although they may not be able to afford it, they couldn't help but be happy to see Luoyang regaining its vitality.

Especially in March and April this year, the rain was quite good. Although there was a slight drought, the impact was generally not big. Now the millet has bloomed. Everyone counted the flowers in private and felt that this year's harvest was okay.

As long as there is a harvest in the fields, the people will not panic.

They didn't panic anymore, but Zhao Hanzhang panicked.

Because everyone's life is hard, she has no plans to collect taxes this year, but she has so many soldiers and horses that she can't keep raising them on her own. The trophies she has are all wasted.

The thought of those trophies made her heartache, and the lack of money made her a little anxious, so she went out of the city overnight to visit the fields outside the military camp.

This spring, both the Zhao Jiajun and the Xiliang Army planted a lot of millet and beans near their garrison. What they planted, the harvest belonged to them.

Although these fields cannot support so many of them, they can at least greatly relieve Zhao Hanzhang's pressure.

Before arriving at the military camp, she reined in her horse, dismounted and walked to the edge of the field to look at her grain.

Zeng Yue and others quickly dismounted and followed.

When Tinghe saw Zhao Hanzhang walking along the field ridge, he quickly grabbed the torch from Zeng Yue's hand and chased after him, stepping forward to light the way for Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang hissed and whispered, "Look, it's blooming."

Listening to the lotus, I looked intently and saw in the millet field, the ears of grain stood high among the green leaves, and the small yellow flowers opened quietly. Under the halo of the moonlight, more and more yellow flowers opened. There were more and more. She looked up and saw yellow flowers blooming everywhere she looked under the night.

Tinghe saw such a scene for the first time and was so shocked that he was speechless.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't say anything, just watched quietly, and then the impetuous anxiety in his heart slowly dissipated.

A smile appeared on her face and she took a long breath. No matter how difficult the life was, could it be as difficult as before?

It's getting better little by little now, isn't it?

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The patrolling soldiers spotted them and stopped to question them from a distance, with bows and arrows in their hands.

Zeng Yue said hurriedly: "This is the envoy!"

However, the patrolling soldiers did not step forward rashly. Instead, they asked in detail and corrected the password for this month before stepping forward.

Zhao Hanzhang also returned to the road with Tinghe.

When the soldier saw that it was Zhao Hanzhang, he quickly clasped his fists and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded to them with a smile and asked, "Is Mr. Fu in the army?"

"Yes, it was dark when he came out of the workshop, and the gates of Luoyang were closed, so he stayed in the military camp."

Zhao Hanzhang came out before Luoyang City closed. At that time, Fu Tinghan had not returned to the city. It was expected that he was living in the military camp outside.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and went to the military camp with them.

It was now night, and the soldiers who had been practicing all day had just finished their meal. Except for the soldiers on patrol and on night duty, everyone else went into the tent and fell asleep.

Fu Tinghan has a separate tent here, and he occasionally stays here. Ordinary soldiers can sleep there, but he can't.

He was soaking his feet and reading an official document in one hand.

Fu An trotted in and said, "Mr. Lang, the girl is here."

Fu Tinghan gave him a strange look, "It's coming as soon as it's here. Why are you panicking?"

Fu An: "...You are still soaking your feet. Isn't it a good idea to meet a girl like this?"

Fu Tinghan raised his feet and said, "Give me the towel."

Fu An quickly took a cloth to wipe his feet. Fu Tinghan was still not used to it, so he took it and wiped it himself, and asked him to pour the water for washing his feet.

He had just wiped his feet and had not put on his socks when Zhao Hanzhang arrived. She stood outside the tent and asked politely: "Can I come in?"

Fu Tinghan put on his socks, dragged his clogs on, and said with a smile: "Come in."

Zhao Hanzhang opened the curtain and went in.

"Why are you going out of town tonight?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "I have no money, come out and relax."

She smiled and said, "I just saw the corns blooming. Do you want to go and see them? It's beautiful."