MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 49

Judging from this account book, although Chaotang allocates grains to the North Desert every year, it is actually in the hands of the people, but two or three out of ten of them are in the hands of the people.

One-third of them were swallowed and divided by this Mocheng blood-sucking and leech-like official. The remaining two points go to the prince, and the two points go to the sixth prince.

In this way, no matter who will be on the throne in the future, I am afraid that they will not benefit from them.

In this way, the officials in Mocheng are grasshoppers tied to a rope. On the other side of the capital, there are princes and six princes. No wonder the entire Mocheng city is like an iron bucket, and there is no even the slightest bit of tone.

"This account was originally strange, it can only be said that the heavens have eyes." Yu Chiyan sneered, "This Mocheng prefect has a room of the most favored concubine, who stole the prefect's most precious box when eloped with someone. This prefect. I didn't dare to look for it in person, so I sent someone to catch it in secret. The little concubine was so scared that he came to me. That was the account book in that box!"

"If it weren't for this account book, I wouldn't have known that there were even the prince and sixth brother's writings in it." Yu Chiyan said, slamming a fist on the table, "for selfish desires, the people in the city Regardless of his life, you say that such a person is also worthy of being a prince?"

Sanskrit signaled him to lower his voice, and asked with a deep face, "I remember you said before you came that this plague is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. What's the explanation for this?"

Speaking of this, Yu Chi Yan’s eyes were full of sorrow: "I said a few days ago that I was going to the granary, and those people shrugged off each other. Later, they couldn’t hold back my resolute attitude, so they went to the granary together. But after I went there, I found out. The granary is full of old millet and rotten rice, and that's why there is a lot of mud and sand in it."

"Later, I went to the place where the porridge was served again." Yuchi Yan looked at Fanyin and Shen Jiayan, "Do you know what porridge is used? In the yellow water of the mud, there are a few grains of rice! This is the porridge!"

"But that's it, there are countless people in Mocheng pushing forward and squeezing to grab it." Yu Chiyan said, sitting down on a chair, "There are people who are rich in clothes and clothes, this is my Da Yong; some people are starving to death on the road. By the way, this is also my Dayong. They only saw the prosperity and peace of this capital song, but they never thought that the northern desert would be hungry and die of life and charcoal!"

"In the eyes of the prince and the sixth prince, there is only the throne, but there has never been a world." Fanyin looked down.

Yuchi Yan covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed a few times: "I want to send this account book to the capital. Now that they have done it, they must pay for this matter."

There were blood stains on his handkerchief, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"If the prince and the sixth princes are not suitable for being emperors, have you ever considered that you are more suitable for that position than they are?" Shen Jiayan had been sitting silently at first looking at the account book, and at this moment, he said. The simple language is amazing.

Yu Chi Yan's body was shocked, and the expression looking at Shen Jiayan was full of complexity.

Shen Jiayan did not have the silly and loyal thoughts of the ancients in his mind, and did not think that such thoughts were so rebellious: "The prince and the sixth princes have been in love with each other since they were young. If you have not suffered, you will not know the suffering of others; , There will be no room for others. After becoming an emperor, naturally, he will not be sympathetic to the people."

"But you are different. With the world and the country and the people in my heart, I really think you are much more suitable than them." Shen Jiayan's eyes were clear, and he didn't realize what kind of waves he said in Yuchiyan's heart.

Yuchiyan never dared Xiao think about that remote location.

He neither has a prominent background, nor is he not loved and valued by the emperor, even he does not have a healthy body, and he has been just dragging his sick body and lingering.

But now, someone told him that he was more suitable for the throne.

"Just why should I fight with them?" Yu Chiyan quickly came to his senses from Shen Jiayan's words. "The officials in the court have long established factions, and there are people in my father's heart who really care about them, but my hands are I don’t even have any chips."

Shen Jiayan pointed his finger at the ledger, and his eyes flashed with the light of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers: "This, is it a bargaining chip? If the emperor sees this ledger with his own eyes, can he really choose the prince among them indifferently?"

Fanyin took Shen Jiayan into his arms and blocked what he had to say next. He raised his eyes and looked at Yuchi Yan: "Zi Yan, Yun Chen is just talking nonsense, you don't have to take it to heart."

"No, Sanskrit, I think he was right. Anyway, I have nothing. Even if I lose, I can't lose anything. At most, I will die. If this is the case, I might as well give it a try." There was a touch of determination in his eyes, "I will return to Beijing with the ledger today, and I will hand it over to you here."

Fanyin sighed softly: "Your will is determined, I will not stop you. This road is high and dangerous, so be careful."

"I know." Yu Chi Yan smiled, and pulled in a sturdy black man at the door. "I haven't told you yet. The last time I was chased in the mountains, he saved me. His name is Aniu, Li. I am boundless, and I will definitely be able to protect me when I go back. You don’t have to worry."

Then Ah Niu punched his chest, with a simple smile on his dark face: "A Niu will take care of you."

Fanyin watched Yuchiyan disguised and got into the carriage, only to feel a faint weirdness in his heart. It's as if you leave it alone, nothing will change.

Fanyin handed Yuchi Yan a copper coin: "This was opened before the Buddha. I hope it will allow you to travel to the capital safely."

Yu Chi Yan patted Fan Yin on the shoulder: "Thank you. People in Mocheng, I will leave it to you."

"Relax." Sanskrit replied.

After Yuchi Yan left, Fanyin set up a big pot at the door of the mansion, adding bamboo leaves, raw gypsum, and licorice to the pot in the same way.

The orange flame leaped, gently licking the bottom of the pot. Sanan Yin carefully controlled the fire, and the peculiar bitterness of the medicine drifted away little by little.

And those people were sleeping on the ground, watching indifferently, their eyes filled with hollowness and numbness.

Shen Jiayan frowned and shouted at them: "This is the Sanskrit Master, he is here to cure the plague. As long as he is there, everyone will be fine."

Still deathly silence.

"Yun Chen, come over and help me make medicine." Fan Yin called out. After Shen Jiayan passed, he began to teach him what speed is the most suitable and will not destroy the medicine.

After Shen Jiayan learned, Fanyin asked him to stand there and continue to make the medicine. He filled a bowl and walked straight to an old woman's side: "Mother, take the medicine."

The slender and white fingers lined the blue and white porcelain bowl, indescribably elegant. The old woman looked up, and then saw the dusty face of Fan Yin, and immediately felt ashamed that she could not bury herself in the ground.

She had only seen the county magistrate from a distance, who were all riding high-headed horses arrogantly. How could she have seen such a big official who was so approachable and handed medicine to herself?

The old woman took the bowl in a panic, and for a while she felt that her hands were dirty and she was not worthy to touch such a beautiful bowl; for a while she felt that she was not worthy to drink the medicine. Just when she didn't know the reason, she just listened to the Sanskrit voice whispered: "Mother, this medicine is hot, you can drink it slowly."

Just because of a word, the corners of the old woman's eyes became wet all at once. She picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all without leaving a drop.

Finally, I wiped the corners of my eyes with my sleeves secretly: "Master, give me a bowl for this grandson?" While talking, I pulled a scrawny little boy, and I could almost see the tattered clothes one after another. The ribs of the roots, the entire face was as thin as if there were only a pair of eyes left, glowing with a faint light.

Before Fanyin spoke, Su Yun, who had finally caught up, spoke first: "Hey, your medicine is useless, but mine is useful."

After speaking, Su Yun took out a kettle from his arms and poured it a little on the ground.

Only a little bit, the people around the old woman flashed green eyes and rushed forward like hungry wolves. Regardless of the grass clippings and dirt on the ground, they scrambled to lick them.

Su Yun was not surprised at the sight in front of him. This water was the spatial water he had condensed, and it was inexplicably attractive to everyone. After drinking it, not only will it not show up like the last time, but it will also be refreshed and all illnesses will disappear.

The grandson of the old woman also wanted to rush forward, but was hugged tightly by the old woman.

The old woman begged and said to Sanskrit: "Master, give me something to eat for this grandson? He is hungry." She can naturally smell the smell of what the man fell on the ground, but she can smell it. The clearer she was, the less she dared to let her grandson pounce on it.

"Great."

While holding on to her grandson, 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 with his physical superiority stood up and was startled first, then he laughed like crazy: "Haha, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Zhuangruo was crazy.

Other people also felt that their symptoms had alleviated, and all of them knelt down and called Su Yun to be a **** who came to save them. They only prayed that Su Yun could give them more of this kind of divine water.

Su Yun ignored them, and instead walked in front of the Sanskrit, "Master Sanskrit, as long as you say that you don’t want Su Yichen, and if you are willing to stay with me, I will give you this bottle of water. You can continue to do it. How about your superior national teacher, saving all sentient beings?"

Everyone knew that the situation was in the hands of Sannyin, and everyone turned around and bowed to Sannyin, begging: "Please, help us..."