Judging from the ledger, although the court allocates funds and food to the North Desert every year, only two or three out of ten of them actually go to the people.
Three of them were annexed and shared by officials like blood-sucking leeches in Mocheng. The remaining two points belonged to the crown prince, and two points went to the sixth prince.
In this way, no matter who ascends the throne in the future, their benefits will be indispensable.
In this way, the officials in Mocheng are like grasshoppers tied to a rope. On the other side of the capital, there are the crown prince and the sixth prince. It's no wonder that the entire Mocheng is like an iron bucket, and has never heard the slightest word of mouth.
"This account is really strange. It can only be said that heaven has eyes." Yu Chiyan sneered, "This prefect of Mocheng has the most favored concubine, who stole the prefect's most precious box when he eloped with someone. The prefect I didn't dare to look for it openly, so I sent someone to catch it secretly. This little concubine was scared out of her wits, so she came to me. That box is exactly this ledger!"
"If it weren't for this ledger, I wouldn't have known that the crown prince and the sixth brother had written in it." Yu Chiyan said, and slammed his fist on the table, "For my own selfish desire, I put the money of the people in the city. Regardless of life, you think such a person is also worthy of being the crown prince?"
Sanskrit signaled him to lower his voice, and asked with a sinking face, "I remember you said before you came that this plague is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. How can you explain this?"
Speaking of this, Yu Chiyan's eyes were full of anger again: "I said a few days ago that I was going to the granary, and those people shirked and perfunctory each other. Later, I couldn't stand my firm attitude, so they went to the granary together. But after I went there, I found out that The grain in this granary is full of old millet and rotten rice, and just like that, there is a lot of silt mixed in."
"Later, I went to the porridge place again." Yu Chiyan looked at Fanyin and Shen Jiayan, "Do you know what kind of porridge is being served? A few grains of rice are mixed in the yellow water with sand and sand! This is porridge!"
"But that's it, there are still countless Mocheng people pushing forward and trying to grab it." Yu Chiyan said, sitting slumped on a chair, "Some people are rich and well-fed, this is me Dayong; some people starved to death on the road. By the way, this is me, Dayong. They only saw the prosperity and peace of the capital, but they never thought about the starvation and devastation of the people in the northern desert!"
"In the eyes of the crown prince and the sixth prince, there is only the throne, but never the world." Fanyin lowered his eyes.
Yu Chiyan covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed a few times: "I'm going to send this ledger to the capital. Since they did it, they have to pay for it."
There were bloodstains on his handkerchief, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"If neither the crown prince nor the sixth prince is suitable to be emperor, have you ever considered that you are actually more suitable for that position than both of them?" Shen Jiayan had been sitting silently at the side looking at the account book at first, and now he opened his mouth, The words are amazing.
Yu Chiyan's whole body shook, and he looked at Shen Jiayan with a complicated expression.
Shen Jiayan didn't have the ancients' foolish and loyal thoughts in his mind, and he didn't think such thoughts were rebellious: "The crown prince and the sixth prince have been loved by thousands of people since they were young. If you haven't suffered, you won't know the suffering of others; you can't put yourself in the shoes of others." , there will be no tolerance for others. After becoming an emperor, he will naturally not be sympathetic to the people."
"But you are different. Caring for the world and worrying about the country and the people, I really think you are more suitable than them." Shen Jiayan's eyes were piercing, and he didn't realize what kind of waves his words caused in Yu Chiyan's heart.
Yu Chiyan never dared to think about that unreachable position.
He neither had a prominent background, nor was he favored and valued by the emperor, and he didn't even have a healthy body, and he was just dragging his sick body to the end of his life.
But now, someone actually told him that he was more suitable for the throne.
"It's just why should I fight with them?" Yu Chiyan quickly woke up from Shen Jiayan's words. Not even any bargaining chips."
Shen Jiayan pointed to the ledger with his finger, and his eyes shone with the light of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers: "Is this a bargaining chip? If the emperor saw this ledger with his own eyes, would he really be able to choose the prince among them indifferently?"
Sanskrit took Shen Jiayan into his arms and blocked what he had to say next. Looking up at Yu Chi Yan: "Zi Yan, Yun Chen is just talking nonsense, you don't have to take it to heart."
"No, Sanskrit, I think what he said is right. Anyway, I already have nothing. Even if I lose, I can't lose anything. The most I can lose is a life. If this is really the case, I might as well give it a try." Yu Chiyan There was a look of determination in his eyes, "I will return to Beijing with the account book today, and I will leave it to you here."
Fanyin sighed softly: "You have made up your mind, so I won't stop you anymore. The road is high and the road is long, dangerous, so be careful."
"I know." Yu Chiyan smiled, and pulled a black and strong man in at the door, "I haven't introduced to you yet, the last time I was hunted down in the mountains, he was the one who saved me. His name is A Niu, and he Great Infinity, I will definitely be able to protect me when I go back, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
That Niu thumped his chest, with a simple and honest smile on his dark face: "A Niu will protect you."
Fanyin watched Yu Chiyan disguise himself and get into the carriage, feeling a faint strangeness in his heart. It's as if if you leave here, something will change.
Fanyin handed Yuchiyan a copper coin: "This is consecrated before the Buddha, I hope it will allow you to travel safely to the capital."
Yu Chiyan patted Sanskrit on the shoulder: "Thank you. I will leave the people of Mocheng to you."
"Don't worry." Fanyin replied.
After Yuchiyan left, Sanskrit set up a large pot at the door of the government office, and added bamboo leaves, raw gypsum, licorice...the same to the pot.
The orange flames were jumping and licking the bottom of the pot gently. Sanskrit carefully controlled the heat, and the unique bitter taste of the medicine wafted away little by little.
And those common people were sleeping on the ground, watching with indifferent eyes, their eyes full of emptiness and numbness.
Shen Jiayan frowned, and shouted at them: "This is Fanyin Guoshi, he is here to cure the plague. As long as he is around, everyone will be fine."
It was still dead silent.
"Yun Chen, come here and help me boil the medicine." Fanyin called out, and after Shen Jiayan passed by, he began to teach him what speed is the most suitable and will least damage the medicine.
After Shen Jiayan learned it, Fanyin asked him to stand there and continue to boil the medicine, while he filled a bowl and walked straight to an old woman: "Mother, drink the medicine."
The slender and fair fingers set off the blue and white porcelain bowl, which was indescribably elegant. The old woman looked up, and seeing Fanyin's dusty face, she immediately felt ashamed and wished she could bury herself in the soil.
She only saw the county magistrate from a distance, and they were all arrogant and riding on tall horses. Where had she seen such a big official, who was so approachable and gave her medicine with her own hands
The old woman took the bowl in a panic, and for a moment felt that her hands were dirty and did not deserve to touch such a beautiful bowl; for a while, she felt that she was not worthy to drink this medicine. Just when she didn't know what to do, she only heard Sanskrit voice softly: "Mother, this medicine is hot, drink it slowly."
Just because of one sentence, the corners of the old woman's eyes became moist all of a sudden. She picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all, "Gudu Gudu", not a single drop was left.
Finally, he secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve: "Lord National Teacher, can you give me a bowl for my grandson too?" The ribs of the root, the whole face is so thin that it seems that only a pair of eyes are left, emitting a faint light.
Before Sanskrit could speak, Su Yun who finally caught up said first, "Hey, it's useless for you to drink his medicine, it's only useful to drink mine."
After finishing speaking, Su Yun took out a kettle from his arms and poured a little on the ground.
After falling a little, the eyes of the people around the old woman were green, and they rushed forward like hungry wolves. Regardless of the grass clippings and dirt on the ground, they scrambled to lick it.
Su Yun was not at all surprised by the scene in front of him. This water was his concentrated space water, which was inexplicably attractive to everyone. After drinking it, not only will the phenomenon of the last time not appear, but also refreshed, and all diseases will disappear.
The old woman's grandson also wanted to rush forward, but was hugged tightly by the old woman.
The old woman begged and said to Fanyin: "Lord National Teacher, can you give my grandson something to eat? He is hungry." Naturally, she could also smell the smell of the things that the man fell on the ground, but she could smell it. The more she knew, the less she dared to let her grandson jump on him.
"good."
While holding her grandson tightly, the old woman tore the steamed buns into pieces and stuffed them into his mouth: "Eat this, eat this and you won't be hungry. Be good, don't go there..."
On the other side, the strong man who licked the most by virtue of his physical advantage stood up and was startled for a while, then laughed like crazy: "Haha, I'm fine, I'm fine!"
The others also felt that their symptoms had eased, and they all knelt down and told Su Yun to be a god who came down to save them. They only prayed that Su Yun could give them more of this divine water.
Su Yun ignored them, and walked up to Fanyin instead: "Master Fanyin, as long as you say that you don't want Su Yichen, and if you want to be with me, I will give you this bottle of water. You can continue to do it." Your lofty national teacher, how about saving all sentient beings?"
Everyone knew that the situation was in the hands of Sanskrit, and they all turned around and kowtowed to Sanskrit, begging, "Please, save us..."