Duan Mingjing went out to find a craftsman the next day.
Qiao Lan was busy for a few days, sorting out the books extracted from the system, and adding a few notes on protection against various disasters to the agricultural books he had compiled.
Only then did Kankan think of He Lanfeng, so he wrote a letter and sent it to He Lanfeng, in which he explained his worries about the famine in recent years.
Qiao Lan was stuck in sending the letter in mid-March. Although it took some time, it was due to Qiao Lan's own considerations.
In March of previous years, the ice and snow had already melted in most parts of the capital and spring had returned to the earth. But this year was different. There was a light snowfall in early March, and the weather in the middle of March was naturally not warm.
This was the perfect time to express her worries. Even if she was early, the ground outside had not yet thawed, and even if she knew that this year's harvest would not be good, it would not help.
He Lanfeng had not been in the princess's residence in recent days, and by the time the letter was delivered to him, it was almost the end of the month.
He Lanfeng opened the envelope, looked at the concern in Qiao Lan's letter, read one line several times, and went to the yard wearing a cloak.
The yard is backed by a mountain, and you can see the gray-yellow mountain scenery as soon as you step out of the house. The leaves on the trees have almost fallen off last year, and they have not sprouted new buds this year, so they all look bare.
Chen Shu waited carefully and followed He Lanfeng's eyes, "Master, what are you looking at?"
This courtyard is located at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by wilderness. The people surrounding the courtyard are He Lanfeng's cronies, making it airtight.
"Looking at the scene outside..." He Lanfeng said and his eyes suddenly shifted to the tree in the yard. This tree has been planted in the small yard for many years, and many of its branches were frozen this year.
"This year's spring is probably later than in previous years. There are no flowers blooming now. In previous years, these flowers were all blooming." Chen Shu sighed, already thinking about what to prepare to make his master happy.
He Lanfeng pursed his lips, and wisps of white smoke spilled out from the tip of his nose, disappearing in the air in an instant. He folded his black bearskin cloak and stood silently under the tree, seeming to be thinking about something. After a moment, he raised his head
Legs walked towards the house.
Chen Shu hurriedly followed and waited beside him.
"In the letter the old lady sent me, she said that these times are not good, and that there may be natural disasters in the next few years." He Lanfeng sat back at the table and said.
He was very ill in the past, and the people who served him were afraid that he would catch the cold in winter, so they wouldn't let him go out all winter.
The small sedan was carried inside his house, so that he could not see the wind or see the scenery outside.
He Lanfeng stayed in the south for a few more years, and this was the first year that he felt that the winter in the capital was so cold. It was colder than cold, but it was more real.
He is not involved in farming, and he has no idea of the impact this cold weather will have on the people.
Based on his guess about Qiao Lan's temperament, He Lanfeng felt that if it was just a simple reduction in production, it could be solved by using Qiao Lan's method of fertilizing the land. One acre of land was only two to three hundred kilograms, and this fertilizer could also increase production by a hundred kilograms.
Since the old lady wrote a letter saying that there will be severe disasters in several years, it is enough to show that this disaster situation is different.
When encountering a famine, the imperial court would often come out to provide disaster relief, which would cost a lot of money and food.
The things that can be solved by spending money are small things, but the things that I am afraid of are the things that cannot be solved by spending money.
"But do you want to instruct Zhuangzi in the south to plant more crops this year?" Chen Shu asked.
My master has a lot of fields in the south, and there are special people to take care of them. The masters in the family didn't pay much attention to it at first. After getting to know the old lady, they only occasionally asked a few words.
He Lanfeng remained silent for a while. Chen Shu was unsure about paying attention, and he didn't dare to speak without authorization.
"If there is a famine and the people don't have enough to eat, I'm afraid we won't provide disaster relief today." He Lanfeng seemed to be talking to himself.
Chen Shu nodded.
The capital city has been experiencing chaos for several years, and the people around it have not done much farming. I heard that when the above man just came to the throne, there was no food in the palace, and it was the noble family below that you and I together scraped together enough food for the palace.
But the one above cannot be hungry no matter what. The emperor does not eat food from the common people.
"I am not willing to open a warehouse to provide disaster relief, but other ministers will follow my advice. I am a soft-hearted person. Maybe I will agree in a few days." Chen Shu thought.
He Lanfeng shook his head slightly, picked up the brush next to him and scrawled a few strokes on the paper.
"Although I am soft-hearted, I am still younger. I am listening to the words of the ministers of the aristocratic family. If those wise ministers want to provide disaster relief, they have to see if there is food in the court. If there is no food in the court, who will provide the food?" He Lanfeng
As he spoke, he made a cross on the paper.
"Aristocratic families have fields and food, and they have stood firm for thousands of years. They have their own wise principles to protect themselves. To provide food in disaster years is to use your own wealth to fill a bottomless pit. How can you do such a self-destructive thing?" He
Lan Feng said and made another cross.
"Then we have to save these people!" Chen Shu said with wide eyes.
If there are too many victims, there will be trouble.
"When I brought my mother back to Beijing, Uncle Wen tried to dissuade me many times. He said that the chaos in the capital was caused by rebellious officials and traitors, and that the capital was not safe." He Lanfeng said, circled the word "Wen".
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"If something really happened, then the rebellious ministers and traitors would probably persecute Jinshang even more openly. Even if Jinshang holds on and accepts it, then Jinshang's future heirs will be in their hands."
"So it's the same whether we save the fire or not..." He Lanfeng wrote.
Chen Shu listened for a long time, but he was confused by what was said in the circle.
"Master, there is a famine, and the people outside..." Chen Shu said.
"The people can be saved, but not now. There is no need for me to wait to save them!" He Lanfeng pulled out another piece of paper from the side and replaced it with a thinner pen.
After finishing the letter, He Lanfeng put the paper aside and waited for the ink to dry.
"Send this letter south to Uncle Wen. By the way, send him a copy of the fine seeds from Zhuangzi, and tell him about the yield of a thousand catties of fine seeds per acre," He Lanfeng said.
Chen Shu leaned over and took a look at the letter on the paper. It was just ordinary greetings. He picked it up and prepared to put it into an envelope later.
He Lanfeng suddenly looked at Chen Shu in front of him, with a natural majesty in his eyes. "Uncle Chen, you have been with me in the palace for so many years, what do you think of this palace?"
Chen Shu immediately knelt down and said, "I am a slave with a low status. I dare not comment on the royal family."
"Hey, Uncle Chen, I'm just asking you, what would happen if this royal brother were placed in an ordinary family?" He Lanfeng stepped forward and helped Chen Shu up.
Chen Shu still lowered his head and thought for a while: "Among the princes who grew up with His Highness, there are also two benevolent princes. The others, perhaps with royal majesty, have a cooler temperament..."
"Although the imperial palace is large, I think it is the best in my own palace." Chen Shu said perfunctorily, not knowing what his master was thinking.
He Lanfeng recalled those cousins who had no idea where they were buried, and suddenly felt emotional in his heart. "If I could go back one day, I would definitely not live there."
Looking at the grandeur, I don't know how many people were buried underground. It was very dirty.