Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 301 Willing to Give Him a Chance

"Yes." Although they are not used to Song Yuan's habit of handling affairs by himself, they have to admit that it is indeed very efficient. Moreover, since one person is in charge and the other is responsible, other people have fewer worries and dare to act boldly.

After the county magistrates left, Song Yuan slumped on the chair tiredly, and the guard came in with hot tea: "Your Highness, Lord Zhou please see me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Shixian came in, and after seeing the ceremony, he said: "I have something else to report to your lord."

"Sit down and talk." Song Yuan took a sip of hot tea, and felt a little more comfortable.

Zhou Shixian sat down and said, "I don't know if my lord has heard that there are military farms in the northwest?"

He came here for this too?
Song Yuan cheered up: "I also met one on the way here. It doesn't look like it. I asked just now and I didn't get a letter."

"It's all done by their masters, how dare they say it?" Zhou Shixian took out a booklet from his pocket: "The lower officials want to impeach the generals in the army for occupying the land in the name of the army."

Song Yuan took the notebook and asked without opening it, "Have you not reported to the court before?"

"The lower officials are soft-spoken, Zhezi can't reach Jingzhao at all, and" he said fiercely, "the people in power in the Northwest Army are all princes, and several county prime ministers are all their subordinates. How can they be willing to protect each other? Let the officer tell the truth?"

He gritted his teeth, the resentment was unbearable, and he didn't know how long he had endured this filth.

"They are all my elder brothers. If you impeach them against me, you are not afraid that I will retaliate against you?" Song Yuan leaned on the back of his chair and looked at him playfully.

Zhou Shixian looked at her: "I don't care about whether my lord will retaliate against the subordinate officials. Yesterday, the subordinate officials publicly announced this year's cotton harvest, and they have already offended those who want to hide their secrets. It is considered self-defeating, and I have to be appointed by my lord." After verifying all the data, it is unknown whether this trip will save your life, if you don’t say it, the officials will die in peace.”

"You won't die." Song Yuan opened the booklet and read carefully: "As long as you are useful enough, I can keep you alive."

Zhou Shixian looked surprised: "Your official."

"Interests in Northwest China are intertwined, and I can confirm from what I have seen and heard all the way. You wrote it in detail, and I believe you have no slander." Song Yuan closed the notebook: "But I have to pour cold water on you. I just came here, and I haven't made any political achievements yet. Seeing my usefulness, I dare not submit this book for exposure, and if something unexpected happens, I may not even be able to protect myself."

His lips moved a few times, and he clasped his fists together: "Xiaguan understands."

"But you can rest assured that they won't be rampant for too long. They always have to do things step by step, and they will be full of flaws if they act too hastily."

Zhou Shixian got up hurriedly: "My lord has a plan in mind, so the lower officials can rest assured."

"You have a lot of responsibility to verify the data this time, and you can't ignore the places hidden in the corners." Song Yuan walked up to him: "I came to the Northwest to let the people in the Northwest live a good life and not seek wealth. Party A should at least have enough food, clothing and wealth, I think you and I have the same thoughts."

Zhou Shixian's eyes became hot, and he was so moved that he couldn't say a word.

"Go, be careful on the road."

He retreated after seeing the ceremony, and the steps of leaving became firm and powerful.

"Your Highness." The guard beside him asked: "This person seems to be a person who hates evil, and he dares to impeach other His Highnesses, it seems that he is also an impulsive person."

Song Yuan took the booklet and patted it gently on the palm of his hand: "I just came to the Northwest, and I don't have a team of officials. If this person can handle this errand well, I don't mind promoting him. Those who hate evil as an official have the worst eyes. No sand, and I don't think he is an impulsive person."

"At such an advanced age, after so many years of struggling in the officialdom, His Highness is not afraid that he has ulterior motives?" The guard was still worried.

Song Yuan shakes the Zhezi: "That's why I said that the Zhezi can't be sent up for the time being, but I believe that he is just full of sincerity and refuses to bow his head for the desire for power, otherwise he wouldn't have worked in the remote mountains and remote areas of Zhima County for more than ten years. County magistrate."

She had a plan, so the guard stopped talking, Song Yuan stretched his waist: "I'm going to have a rest, and if anyone plays something, I invite them to come back in the afternoon."

"Yes." The guard hurriedly took her to the resting room.

Although he was very tired, Song Yuan didn't dare to snooze, so he quickly got up after two hours of rest. After washing and changing clothes, he ate something hastily. Just as he was about to call the guards to ask if someone was looking for him, the guards came.

"Your Highness, Miss Mu is here."

Miss Mu?Mu Wantang?
Song Yuan was very strange: "Is she in Zhangye?"

While talking, Song Yuan also went out, and the guards took her to the study in the backyard. She hadn't seen her for several months. Mu Wantang had changed a lot. After seeing Song Yuan, he immediately smiled.

"Your Highness."

"When did you come to Zhangye?" Song Yuan greeted him, "Aren't you staying with your mother in your hometown?"

Mu Wantang's eyes were shy and timid, and her cheeks were slightly flushed: "I came to the northwest to take care of my cotton field, and my mother came with me. I came here specially when I learned that His Highness is going to the northwest."

"It's bitterly cold in the northwest, and you all have to endure hardship here." Song Yuan hurriedly asked her to sit down: "Did you encounter any danger this way?"

She shook her head slightly, glanced at the guard who had brought tea in and then left, her face turned redder: "Is your highness okay? I heard that your highness was injured when the former prince forced the palace."

"It's healed." Seeing her blushing, Song Yuan thought it was hot, and turned around and gave her a fan: "You came just in time, I have something to ask you, how is your cotton field this year's harvest?" ?”

She nodded slightly: "The harvest is good. The northwest is indeed suitable for planting. This year, we should be able to harvest about two thousand catties."

"Two thousand catties?" Song Yuan calculated in his mind, and found that Zhou Shixian's estimated amount was a bit conservative.

Knowing that she was obsessed with political affairs, Mu Wantang continued: "The imperial court is kind, my family can dispose of these two thousand catties of cotton by itself, and I don't need to supply it to the army this year. I intend to exchange cotton for grain. The grain production in Northwest China is very low this year. Very profitable."

Song Yuan didn't understand business matters, so she didn't interrupt to suggest, and asked again: "Is there a textile shop to contact you?"

Mu Wantang nodded deeply: "There are a lot of them. I have inquired about them. Behind those shops are rich and powerful, and the bids are extremely high. A catty of cotton is worth 20 taels of silver."

"So much?" Song Yuan had estimated the price of cotton, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive: "This is not a good thing."

Mu Wantang blinked: "Isn't high cotton price a good thing?" At this price, all her costs can be recovered.

"Cotton is originally used to keep out the cold. The price has been raised too high, and ordinary people have no chance to use it. However, it is given priority to the army. With such a high price, someone must use the cotton supplied to the army for profit. However, it is ordinary soldiers and ordinary people who suffer." Song Yuan thought deeply.

(End of this chapter)