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In September of the fourteenth year of Jingjia, it was the annual grain tax season.
The previous torrential rain affected nine prefectures and more than 30 counties near Gyeonggi, and tracts of crops became moldy in the fields. Many farmers knelt on the muddy field ridges and sniffed the musty smell in the air, crying bitterly. .
Gyeonggi is relatively wealthy, and every household has some surplus grain in the barn. Although this loss will not make these families unable to eat, the problem is that the tax will be paid soon. The imperial court does not accept grain but money. They need to take the surplus grain with them. A part of it came to Mi Zhuang to be exchanged into silver to pay taxes.
However, old rice is no better than new rice and cannot be sold at a good price, so we can only hope that the price of rice will rise in this natural disaster...
As a result, the affected farmers opened their granaries one after another, and several joint ventures rented a car to carry rice to the state capital to sell.
After finally arriving at the market, the farmers ushered in a new round of despair. Even though it was a disaster year, the price of grain purchased by Mi Zhuang plummeted. Although it was last year's rice, it was still milled rice with its shells removed. The purchase price offered was only the price of millet, and the farmers were indignant and agreed with Mi Zhuang, but the other party seemed to be well prepared, and dispatched a dozen strong men with sticks.
The farmers had no choice but to continue their search. Some lucky farmers found a rice farm with a fair price and went back with the money.
As soon as the news spread, many farmers came here. A few days later, these time-honored warehouses with reasonable prices were full, while the other Mi Zhuangs that sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, seemed to be negotiating, tacitly maintaining low prices.
The shopkeepers of several time-honored brands met secretly. The warehouses were already full. Although renting the warehouses was also an option, these were Chen Mi after all. Other rice villages were flat.
This is undoubtedly aggravating the disaster for the affected farmers. Lamy's trucks can be seen everywhere on the streets of the state capital. Many farmers are sitting on the side of the road in depression and frowning under the scorching sun.
After a few days, those rice farms that had previously offered low prices rose a little, and the prices were slightly higher than those of the time-honored brands but still lower than the prices of previous years. Even so, the farmers also seemed to see the savior, and they rushed to buy it. Mira went there to exchange money, but unfortunately it didn't last long - but the price of rice fell back on the tenth.
Selling the milled rice at the price of millet is undoubtedly like cutting meat for farmers. At this time, some loyal "compatriots" appeared in twos and threes in many truck teams. These old folks told farmers: Sifang Pawnshop has abundant funds and has a wide range of industries. The world, and the owner over there is kind-hearted: not only the current period is long, but the interest rate is also one cent lower than other pawnshops, why don't you go there and have a look.
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The owner behind the Sifang Pawnshop is Qian Yuan, and these rice farms that emerged overnight from the disaster-stricken state capital are the clever tricks of Qi Yan's adviser Gu Feng.
The Wei Kingdom respects Confucianism, and believes in parents who have a body and a skin. Gu Feng was implicated in the witchcraft case, and being tattooed was branded as a shame. He was almost tortured to death while serving hard labor in Kitakyushu. Because of this, his mind has long been distorted.
His life was saved by Qi Yan, and he would do whatever Qi Yan asked him to do. Gu Feng would be very happy if he could take the opportunity to create more misfortunes and make more people as pitiful as him.
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In the fourteenth year of Jingjia, in October, the taxes collected from various places were reported to the imperial court.
Nangong Jingnv was fully prepared before she opened the file of the affected county, but she was surprised to find that there was no tax loss...
She was full of doubts but couldn't ask the courtiers, so she had to change the way to go to Qi Yan's side to explore the reason.
Qi Yan listened to Nangong Jingnu's question, showed a gentle smile, and replied softly: "Gyeonggi is no better than other places, and the emperor's feet are naturally richer than other places. It must be that the granaries of the affected counties and counties are full, and the farmers take out the grains they have stored. The money was changed, so although the disaster was not small, it did not affect the tax revenue.”
Nangong Jingnu suddenly realized, Qi Yan looked at her and said, "But... how thick can the people's family be? It's okay to do it once or twice. If you keep going like this, you will be hollowed out one day sooner or later."
Nangong Jingnu sighed softly: "Why doesn't this palace know? But how to prevent natural disasters?"
Qi Yan’s heart is like a mirror, the problems of Wei state are not outside but inside, unreasonable taxation and national policy of cutting leeks, as well as cumbersome institutions and corrupt officials, although the dynasty has changed, the atmosphere of the previous dynasty still exists...
Maybe this is what the masked man said: Nangong Rang is only worthy of being a minister, not a king, right? Now it seems that Nangong Rang is nothing more than a usurper, not the founding monarch.
But Qi Yan didn't remind him any more, and instead said: "Do you want to hear the views of the students all over the world, Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnu straightened up: "How can I hear it?"
Qi Yan hooked the corner of her mouth: "Revise the exam questions."
Nangong Jingnu: "But..."
Qi Yan: "I have read the old exam questions, and they are flashy. The examiner is now the chief examiner who has the right to revise the exam questions. How about changing it to 'On the Old System and New Deal'?"
Nangong Jingnv's heart skipped a beat, the word "New Deal" could be said to be in her heart, Qi Yan continued to persuade while the iron was hot: "They are all leaders who will try and raise them, and they will definitely be able to come up with good issues, even if they don't need it. It is also good to inspire the courtiers.”
Nangong Jingnv: "This palace will report to the emperor!"
Qi Yan sent Nangong Jingnu to the entrance of the temple, and watched her hurriedly leave, her eyes dark and difficult to see.
Nangong asked this usurper to just change the previous dynasty and dragged the dead body left over from the previous dynasty for another fourteen years. Now the court of Wei is like a sick old man, and reform can only be done slowly. After all, without a "famous doctor" to assist with a powerful medicine, it will only make the Wei Kingdom die faster!
Nangong Jingnu lived in the deep palace for a long time and had limited audiovisual experience, so she did not understand the truth for the time being, but Qi Yan modified the exam questions to suit her wishes, and openly selected a group of "cynic" reformers to enter the court. It won't take long... These people will be able to completely toss the Wei Kingdom to death!
Qian Tong appeared silently behind Qi Yan and knelt down: "Master, there is a letter."
The letter was written by Qian Yuan. The letter said that everything went well under Gu Feng's plan. At present, the pawnshops in the four sides have received 2,000 hectares of land deeds, but the funds are already tight, and they asked Qi Yan what the next step should be.
Qi Yan thought for a moment and said to Qian Tong, "How is the thing you asked you to do a while ago?"
Qian Tong: "Back to the master, we have already placed our people in the concubine's house. Although there are not many, they are all key positions."
Qi Yan nodded: "From tomorrow onwards, you will personally supervise the move out of the consort's treasury, sell it to the Tongyuan pawnshop under Xie An's name, convert it into cash and send it to your father."
Qian Tong: "Yes."
The next day, Qi Yan had reworked the exam questions only, and packed up and returned to the Concubine's House.
Because the exam questions were confidential, Qi Yan temporarily sent most of the servants in the mansion, including the female officer in charge, to the private house, leaving only a few people to serve.
In the fourteenth year of Jingjia, in November.
Two shadows, one tall and one short, came out from the back door of the Concubine's Mansion. At this time, the street was under curfew, and there was no one on the street.
The two are dexterous, and they are even more familiar with the patrol route of the guards on the street in the Concubine's Mansion, and they easily avoided the patrolling guards.
The two walked to the south of the city, walked through a bamboo forest, and saw the back door of the Concubine's private residence.
The smaller shadow jumped over the courtyard wall in three steps and two steps, and the back door opened with two muffled sounds.
Qian Tong: "Master, please."
These two shadows are Qi Yan and Qian Tong. Because Xiaodie lives in the backyard, they didn't meet anyone along the way. Qi Yan touched his chest. Under the black shirt is the wolf king tattoo that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Zongli royal family. .
Four years ago, she destroyed the one on her sister's waist with her own hands, and now on her chest is the last mark of the Zhanli royal family, but it will no longer exist after tonight.
When Qi Yan burned the mark on Xiaodie's waist with her own hands, she once said to her: My brother will accompany you.
It's just that the totem on Qi Yan's chest is relatively large, and it will be fatal to see a doctor without a suitable name. She has been looking for a skin-washing recipe for three years and has not found it. Today, she happens to have a good name.
Qi Yan is going to let her sister look at this totem again and let her remember it well.
When they came to the small courtyard, the lights in the room had been blown out. Qi Yan said to Qian Tong, "You just stay here and I'll go in by myself."
Qian Tong: "Yes."
Qi Yan came to the door, and the hand that was about to knock stopped in mid-air. The five senses of the prairie people were naturally sensitive, and Qi Yan was keenly aware of a strange sound.
She frowned and pressed her ear to the door: Is Xiaodie sick
"Um~...sister~!"
"… call me by my name."
"Sh... shu girl."
Qi Yan immediately felt like a thunderclap, she couldn't believe her ears, there was actually a Nangong girl in the room
Qi Yan was afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she held her breath and pressed her ear to the door again, the thumping heartbeat was clear.
Following Xiaodie's unforgettable scream, Nangong Shunu gasped and said, "Is it better for him or for me?"
Qi Yan: ? ? ? ?
After a while of silence, Xiaodie's weak voice came: "Me and Yuanjun... can you not think too much?"
Nangong Shunv: "Don't mention that person again!"
Xiaodie: "Ah! Don't..."
Cold sweat broke out on Qi Yan's forehead, and her body swayed almost to the ground. Although she was not recruited, Qi Yan also knew what the two people inside were doing.
Two women... and their own younger sister is actually with the enemy's daughter... The Prairie Princess and the Wei Kingdom Princess, are they still a married woman? !
Qi Yan gritted her teeth, and the blue veins burst out on her forehead.
I don't know how long it took, Qi Yan slowly backed away, and left the private house with Qian Tong without saying a word.
In the fourteenth year of Jingjia, November 15th.
That is to say, after Qi Yan came back from his private house, the fire in the east of the capital rose into the sky, and half of the capital became red.
Princess Zhen Zhen's imperial concubine's mansion is on fire!
The patrol battalion and Yingtian Prefecture officers and soldiers came to the rescue quickly, but the fire was so fierce that it seemed powerless to return to the sky...
Nangong Jingnu, who was sleeping, was woken up by Qiu Ju: "Your Highness Qi, the patrol battalion has come to report that the concubine's house is gone!"
Nangong Jingnu lifted the quilt and ran barefoot in front of Qiu Ju: "How is the fire? How is the concubine?"
Qiu Ju bit her lip: "The fire is fierce and unusual, the concubine... is still inside!"
"Your Highness!" Nangong Jingnu's eyes darkened, thanks to Qiu Ju who supported her.
Nangong Jingnu: "Place the car! Ben Gong is going to see it! Quick!"