Lai Fu was shocked when he heard this: "What, do you mean, does Your Highness the Crown Prince want food?"

Wangcai shook his head: "I don't know, 80% is it."

Lai Fu scratched his head: "But, the imperial village has no food either."

There is no autumn harvest now, so where can the grain come from? The astronomical phenomena around the capital this year are also somewhat abnormal, and the popularity of new crops is not particularly good. As for how much grain can be harvested this year, Lai Fu himself has no bottom.

Lai Fu couldn't guess why the prince summoned him. He and Sun Wangcai and they talked side by side and arrived in Beijing.

In the Zhongcui Palace of the Forbidden City, Zhu Cilang finally saw Liu Laifu. As soon as he saw it, Zhu Cilang asked impatiently: "Laifu, how much food does the imperial village have."

This time, Lai Fu was asked. Sure enough, His Royal Highness came to serve as a food.

But now the popularity of new crops has just begun. His Royal Highness asked how much grain there is in the imperial village. There are still two or three months before the autumn harvest, so where does the food come from?

Lai Fu had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, the autumn harvest has not yet been harvested, and there is no surplus grain in the imperial village."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Cilang said a little angrily: "I know that my palace means how much food can I harvest after the autumn harvest."

Lai Fu still did not give an answer: "I don't know if you go back to Your Highness. It's hard to speculate on the fact that the autumn harvest has not yet been harvested. Moreover, although this grain crop has been popularized, many people have not known the method. As for how to defend the city, I really have no idea."

Zhu Ciyang was about to curse, but he still held back his anger: "Five million stones, can it be?"

Lai Fu was startled and shivered: "More, how many..."

Perhaps Zhu Cilang also felt that it was not reliable, so he lowered his bargaining chips: "Can you get two million stones of grain be collected for me in three months?"

Liu Laifu took a deep breath: "Your Highness, you should kill me. Two million stones, how could I get it for three months?"

"Your imperial village promotes so much grain, and one third of the entire capital is planted, and it must have a yield of hundreds of millions of trillions of kilograms. Two million stones, can't you get it?"

Lai Fu cried and said, "Three months, Your Highness, I don't have so many people. This grain is not just collected, it has to be harvested, dried, stored, and transported. Two million stones will not be so fast by the end of the year."

After hearing what Lai Fu said, Zhu Cilang finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What you mean is that there is so much food, but there is not enough manpower and not enough time, right?"

Liu Laifu nodded: "Yes, and it's hard to guarantee whether there will be drought and floods in the past two months. Your Highness, Wangcai told me on the way back when I came, "Your Highness, do you want to raise food and fight the enemy on an expedition?"

Zhu Cilang nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the bandits are unfair, and our Ming Dynasty will never have peace. But there will be at least three months for food, and these three months are enough to make the bandits grow rapidly. However, this palace is also unable to think of other ways."

The prince really wanted to raise food and grass to fight, and Liu Laifu couldn't help but stand up. The war was not just about food: "Your Highness, the logistics of the prince, even if it is food, it can be solved. Military pay, this requires a huge expense. Where does the military pay come from?"
Chapter completed!