pertwk Chapter 1603: A Revenge Story
Chapter 1603: A Revenge Story
Chapter 1603: A Revenge Story
"The new account and the old account don't match. Zhao Qi heard from his subordinates that even if the old account was used, the grain in the government warehouse was overstated by more than half."
"There's an old saying, 'old sesame seeds and rotten grains'. It's referring to the grain in the public warehouse." The lady glanced at him, "He wouldn't think that this is something new that has only happened in the past two years?"
Huang Rulin pursed his lips and said, "Brother Zhao didn't listen to my advice and planned to write this matter into an internal report. Before he finished writing, he was gone."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I just think that Brother Zhao died too unjustly." Huang Rulin sighed, "It's obvious that the storage is a mess, but everyone is trying hard to cover it up. It takes a lot of trouble from top to bottom. How long can this be concealed? Once the king orders to open the warehouses and release the grain, won't it be exposed immediately?"
"That was then, and this is now. Even if it was a thunderbolt, it shouldn't have exploded in your hands!" The lady said bluntly, "Whoever dares to detonate it before the king personally exposes it will be blown to pieces! Isn't Zhao Qian a lesson for us?"
"His death is a warning to us. You and Zhao Qi were close, and you might have been targeted by someone!" Madam said coldly, "Who knows what Zhao Qi went through before his death, and whether he was tortured. He told you the secret of the missing grain in the military warehouse, and you are in danger too."
Huang Rulin asked stubbornly, "Wait a minute, didn't you just say that these were all semi-public secrets?"
"It's a semi-public secret, so you can't bring it to the table, let alone present it to the king." The lady glared at Huang Rulin, "You have to abide by the rules as long as you are an official. You should behave yourself and avoid causing trouble. My son and I don't want to become orphans and widows!"
"It's a relief, it's a relief." Having said that, Huang Rulin still looked sad.
After serving as an official for several years, not only could he not share the worries of the emperor, but he also had to conceal things from his superiors. Zhao Qi knew everything about the things in the warehouse, so how could other senior officials not know?
If no one says anything, it won't happen.
Ugh.
"You get that little salary, not even enough to make me three hairpins a month, yet you worry about the king?" The lady sneered, "Can the government storehouse be emptied in one day? Why didn't you worry about it in the past?"
Huang Rulin was scolded speechless.
"Besides, which year does grain price not rise? Which year does refugees not cause trouble? Which year does granary not get exposed? So what? No matter how big the hole is, it will be filled up in the end; no matter how hard life is, won't we get through it in the end?" The lady almost reached out to poke Huang Rulin's forehead, "Tell me, how different is this year from last year and the year before last?"
Every word she said made sense. The treasury was always in deficit, and money and grain were always tight. Moreover, it was common for refugees to cause trouble. Every two or three years, there would be a big one. Tianshui City had figured out a way to deal with it. Huang Rulin said, "I know."
"Don't be the first to speak out. Keep your mouth shut. Even if someone takes the lead, don't follow suit!" The lady said, "By the way, ask someone to buy another 1,000 kilograms of grain. We're short of it at home, so stock up some more! Don't you have a colleague who can buy cheap grain?"
"He, he doesn't have much left, and the discount has gone up." Huang Rulin was also thankful. No matter how high the grain prices were, the people had to endure it. Fortunately, the officials still had ways to ensure a basic supply, and the price was 20% to 30% lower than outside.
Twenty to thirty percent may be the dividing line between being able to afford and being unable to afford.
"Then go quickly!" The lady sighed, "The price of food changes every day. Life is really hard."
Relying on my husband's meager salary, it's almost impossible for our family to have food.
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Huang left the house, a small spider jumped onto the wall and quickly ran out of the Huang house.
There was a special person waiting by the high wall behind the house to send it back to Yongquan Villa.
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"Yuanxun, Yuanxun!"
There was a fluttering sound of wings outside the house, and He Lingchuan knew immediately that a large bird had landed in the garden.
Sure enough, a few breaths later, a beak poked its head in from the window and tilted its head towards him: "Master He?"
This is a blue-gray hooded crane with an elegant posture. The cluster of white ear feathers behind its red eyes is particularly eye-catching. It is smaller than other cranes, but it is a good long-distance flyer.
"it's me."
"News from the Yangshan Islands!" This hooded crane was very straightforward. Without saying a word, it spit out a small copper tube from its crop.
Lingguang quickly handed over two bottles of medicine and asked, "I have a pot of yellow meal larvae that I originally kept for experimentation. Do you want to eat some?"
"Eat!" Winter is not a good season for finding food, and this crane is not picky about food.
He Lingchuan took the copper tube, opened it, and pulled out two letters.
When he heard that the letter was from Yangshan Islands, he became a little worried, wondering if there had been any changes around Yangshan. So far, this archipelago is still his foundation, and nothing can happen to it.
However, the content of the first letter had nothing to do with Yang Shan himself, but rather conveyed a piece of information to him.
This piece of information came from the more distant West:
Kite country.
After King Yuan "died of illness", all the royal troops under his command came under the control of He Chunhua. The royalist party headed by General Zhao Pan also obeyed He Chunhua's orders and their momentum grew stronger and stronger.
Over the past year or so, He Chunhua had been fighting endlessly with the former father-in-law of the Yuan Kingdom and Grand Marshal Dong Haoming. They had fought eleven battles of varying sizes, and gradually gained the upper hand.
Finally, two months ago, He Chunhua defeated Dong Haoming's most trusted ace division, killed more than 11,000 enemies, chased Dong Haoming all the way, and drove him into the Panlong Desert.
Dong Haoming was left with nowhere to go and committed suicide.
After his death, the Wuzhou army surrendered, the officials offered the city, and knelt to welcome He Chunhua's arrival.
He Chunhua wiped out the entire Dong family, including their close relatives, a total of 817 people.
When the old King Yuan exterminated the He clan, he felt guilty for a moment and left He Chunhua alive, which resulted in him being cursed for his descendants and the dynasty. He Chunhua certainly would not make such a mistake.
The civil strife in Yuan State was over, but the bloody storm in the capital had just begun.
After He Chunhua seized the military power, he returned to the capital, or rather, led a large army into the former capital of Yuan. He demoted all the former officials of the Yuan court to civilians, and allowed each official household to keep a maximum of 100 taels of silver, with the rest of the property being confiscated. All those who were treacherous and corrupt had their property confiscated and were beheaded in public.
Any official involved in the He family's frame-up case in the past was torn into pieces by five horses.
A new emperor appoints new ministers. In the blink of an eye, the Yuan Kingdom has changed. He was a high-ranking official half a year ago, but now he has become a victim of the sword.
During those days, Yuandu killed a lot of people.
Before this message arrived, He Chunhua ascended the throne at lightning speed and named the country "Shen".
Seeing this, He Lingchuan let out a long breath: "He Chunhua finally got what he wanted!"
The He family was nearly exterminated. He Chunhua endured hardships for twenty years and finally took revenge and came to power!
How bad was his start? The He family was almost exterminated, and the old King Yuan refused to admit his fault. The He family had never been vindicated. He Chunhua, the only son of the He family, was exiled to the border when he was still a minor. The old King Yuan's guilt towards the He family was that he did not make him a slave and allowed him to make a living on his own.
Even so, He Chunhua was able to turn the tide, step by step to where he is today, and finally ascended to the throne in the name of revenge.
From an outsider's perspective, He Chunhua's experience is like a revenge drama in which the male protagonist has super powers.
He Lingchuan could imagine how proud and happy He Chunhua was at that moment!
Not only to destroy their clan, but also to seize their country. This is He Chunhua's revenge.
For him, hatred is the best motivation, and hatred is also the bitter wine he drinks before tasting the fruits of the harvest.
The soul-catching mirror smiled and said, "Congratulations, in the blink of an eye you have become the crown prince!"
"What prince?" He Lingchuan sneered, "This body is just a blood relationship with He Chunhua. There is no way he will pass the throne to me, and I don't want his position."
He Chunhua is in his prime, and now he has ascended the throne as king, feeling very proud and happy. Why would he consider appointing a crown prince?
From now on, He Chunhua will be alone. Even if he likes his second son He Yue very much, he will not rush to appoint him as the crown prince.
Don't use interests to test human nature, and don't let your son have improper thoughts. He Chunhua is such a smart person, he will understand such a simple truth.
"But Madam Ying really rose to fame overnight." He Chunhua's original wife, Madam Ying, had been crowned queen and moved into the palace. "'Flowers in clusters, purple air in the morning and clouds at night. Hey, the good fortune of Shui Ling from Xianling Village has come true. Shen State has given up its old capital and set up its new capital in Yuncheng."
That year, Madam Ying drew lots at the Shuiling Temple in Xianling Village. Everyone else's lots were bad, but she drew the best lot.
He Lingchuan could even imagine how proud Madam Ying was now.
But he no longer had any ill feelings towards his wife and hoped that she would be more successful in the future.
Back to He Chunhua, He Lingchuan was not surprised that he could defeat Dong Haoming. This cheap old man had ambition, means, and ability, and he also had the support of Narakutian, so he had a better chance of winning than Dong Haoming.
He picked up the letter and looked down.
This letter was written by Li Qingge, in which she briefly recounted several battles between He Chunhua and Dong Haoming.
She was not there in person, so she lacked details, but He Lingchuan could also judge that He Chunhua's army had sufficient manpower, money and food.
When King Yuan was in power, the finances were in tatters and the country was on the verge of collapse. The Ke Zhao army couldn't even get enough rations for the front lines and had to come to Yuandu to beg for alms. How come during He Chunhua's reign, the army was able to have enough food and become combat-ready?
There are of course many reasons and explanations for this.
In addition to He Chunhua's successful management of his territory and his orderly military management, He Lingchuan did not ignore Naluo Tian's power. The last intelligence he received said that He Chunhua had received a lot of external assistance, such as the southern countries and even nearby sects.
No matter where these external forces came from, on the surface He Chunhua had many supporters, while Dong Haoming was fighting alone and lacked the injection of fresh blood, so in He Lingchuan's view, his defeat was only a matter of time.