In the past few days, the victims of various counties have long been here.

As a result, the city was overcrowded.

Many victims simply stayed at the port.

As soon as I saw the majestic official account of Zhenguo, the crowds were heard here.

The second trip was better than the first trip. On the one hand, the sailors and the helmsman began to become proficient, and on the other hand, Tang Yin knocked on the boat and gave his experience.

The sailors have already begun to master ships. Many knowledges cannot be taught by teaching, and they have to practice.

As soon as the ship landed, everyone began to load and unload baskets of big yellow croakers.

Today, I also got a fish king, which was thirteen pounds. Tang Yin asked someone to keep the big yellow croaker and tonight I was in the water village to invite the prefect Wen Yansheng. The prefect Wen, a man, was a little uncomfortable to hear the accent of Henan Bangzi.

On that day, the price of grain began a new round of plummeting. In a blink of an eye, it was finally five cents. Only then... no one was interested in it. Even if the family with some money didn't want to eat food, it was not a matter of money. In people's simplest concept, the price of meat should be more expensive than grain. There is meat to eat every day, and it is also a fish that is easy to digest. This big yellow croaker is really delicious and delicious. Everyone is not tired of eating it yet.

Many people already want to die because, in order to stock up on goods, some people secretly bought a lot of food at a high price.

That night, I heard that Prefect Wen actually went to the water village to drink. This... was so conscientious that the civil and military were combined. No, officials protected each other. This was the rhythm of forcing the people to death.

So, letters began to be sent out, and everyone couldn't live, so they took off your Wen Yansheng's black hat first.

But it was just that night.

The shaking Wen Yansheng returned to his house, and he bleeded in his mouth and burped.

After touching my belly, the fish king tonight was very delicious at the beginning, but... I ate too much and it was a little bit boring.

After burping again, he began to open the pen and ink excitedly.

After thinking about it, I started writing a memorial.

This time... Ningbo Prefecture seems to be short of food. Even if this situation continues, it is very likely that the food price in Ningbo Prefecture may have to be underestimated for a period of time, so... hey, the court must be anxious now...

Thinking of this, Wen Yansheng was happy. If the dynasty knew that the people now made a living with fat fish, wouldn’t they be a little depressed?

In the year of a major disaster, why not eat yellow croaker?

But...When Wen Yansheng thought of the gentry who suffered heavy losses, Wen Yansheng frowned. He knew that the career was dangerous and that the court was thousands of miles away from here. They had people in the court. During the day, his words were too strong. Now, he offended them to death, but he didn't know what would happen.

After thinking about it, he sighed. It's okay, it's over that. Even if they lose their black hat, at least they will still retain my innocence as a human being.

but……

His thoughts were flying, and the Japanese guards were about to sail again tomorrow, but he didn't know if he could still beat such a fat big fish king. Then Editor Tang would not invite me to eat.

Although it's a bit greasy, the greasy process is also very happy.

Especially this editor Tang is a very talented person. It is indeed a very pleasant thing to squeeze poems, songs and essays with him, and to eat fish with him warm wine and talk about everything.

A memorial was finished, and someone was ordered to send it out.

Zhuhuo Ranran, Wen Yansheng thought again, Tang Yin's mentor was such an amazing person, otherwise how could his disciple be so outstanding? In the palace, his mentor's name would occasionally appear... Such a person really hopes to see him.

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Deng Mansion.

Deng Yinye received a letter from his family during the Ministry of War.

This book was delivered by the family almost without stopping.

He is from Ningbo Prefecture, a second-class Jinshi, and soon became a junior. Although he is not aware of his low official position, his energy is huge.

When he was in high spirits, Deng Yinye never forgot his fellow villagers, who were his roots.

He opened the letter and saw that it was his old father who cried, he frowned and couldn't help but curse in a low voice. He was so bold.

But the more I watched, the more I felt colder. Next... he was scared.

What?

Tang Yin?

That Hanlin editor Tang Yin?

This guy is not doing his job properly and goes fishing. Not only that, he also makes a lot of complaints. There is also the prefect...

No, no...

Tang Yin.

He looked up at the beam of the room and thought carefully.

The disciple of Xin Jianbo?

Suddenly, the letters at home became hot.

"My mother goes west, go west!"

The letters of the family were crushed, Deng Yinye was anxious, something happened, something big was going to happen, isn't this seeking death? Not bad, this is seeking death. Why did his father mess with Tang Yin? Will Tang Yin compile the book and complain to his mentor? Will Xin Jianbo take revenge?

"..." Deng Yinye covered his heart.

He felt that he was quite stupid. Who doesn’t know what Xin Jianbo is? Did he offend him?

It shouldn't be considered offensive, after all, there was no conflict.

No, no!

He was busy taking out paper and pen.

I will go back to revise the book first. My father is not a thing. If my son hadn't jumped up and scolded me for being immortal, it would have violated filial piety and hindered his reputation. Deng Yinye really wanted to jump up and curse.

In the letter of the family, it is very tactful to say that you are causing a big trouble. Don’t do anything. Even if the Deng family loses only the underwear, they must grit their teeth and endure it. Leave the green mountains without worrying about the burning of firewood. Don’t harm your son. It’s not easy for your son to be an official.

Then, he took the paper and pen, and then prepared to write a letter. He had to find a way to praise Xin Jianbo Yitong. This is called taking the initiative first and praising him hard first. If Xin Jianbo is concerned about himself in the future, at least, he will always feel that the previous incident is a misunderstanding. This person really can't be messed with. He doesn't play according to common sense. He will be photographed by someone when he goes out. He doesn't know how to die if he dies.

The question is...how to praise it.

What should I praise?

The memorials can be explained in detail.

He began to rack his brains and ponder hard, but he found that he didn't know how to write. If he thought about it, he had to think about it carefully. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, be calm. There will always be advantages in living alone. Even if he is a pure scum, he should have it, then...

Deng Yinye looked up at Fang Liang and thought hard that his hair turned white. He just sat withered and thought for a whole night.

………………………………………

Fang Jifan was worried.

A fast horse also sent Tang Yin's letter.

Seeing that the fishing incident was done by knocking on the boat, Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, it is really unfair to the big yellow croaker. This is equivalent to cheating the big yellow croaker. It is a violation of the law of killing the big yellow croaker. But... so what? I'll just lie to you, come ashore and hit our Fang Jifan.

However, Tang Yin expressed some concerns in the letter.

It seems... that someone may take revenge on himself.

Damn... I have been traveling through time for a few years, and I have rarely seen anyone take revenge on me.

What do they want to do?

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But at this time, an urgent report from the Ningbo Prefectural Office was quickly delivered to the Ministry of Revenue.

Li Dongyang, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was not here. He has been worried about food these days.

There is food, but it is too difficult to deliver it to the disaster area in the shortest time.

There are many mountains in the south and waterways are crisscrossing. For transportation, Li Dongyang's original intention was to let the Japanese guards release the stored grain first, save the urgent needs first, and then the court calmly transfer the disaster relief grain.

But who would have thought that...

Alas...it's better if you don't say it, those damn starving ghosts, the military rations for three thousand people in March.

Li Dongyang couldn't imagine how people were so hungry.

Now the various ministries are still chattering about how to save people. Today, Liu Dongyang is discussing in the palace again.

Liu Xin, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, heard the Ningbo Prefecture report, thought to himself, as if he was a death talisman, he came to ask for food. Ningbo Prefecture has sent seven express reports, without exception, all of them asking for food. This time, it should be no exception.

When he thought of this, his scalp became numb.

Liu Xin ordered people to receive the report.

Open.

Lower your head.

Take a look.

"My deputy of Ningbo Wen Yansheng said: Ningbo has severe drought and starvation is everywhere. Here is a Zhenguo Mansion to prepare the Japanese guards..."

What?

Liu Xin thought he had read it wrong and rubbed his eyes.

Not right.
To be continued...