Murong Min, the young master of Tianbao Pavilion, intends to ask the Ministry of Revenue to allocate the national treasury silver to return the funds collected by the imperial court for the weapons that the court has owed to Tianbao Pavilion over the years, but there is no result after half a day of negotiation. Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue, led by Pan Wenjuan, showed their clever words. It is not that they would not return it, but that the current treasury is still lacking in deposits. After a while, they will be returned to them all...

Seeing that it was useless to say this, Murong Min had no choice but to get up and say goodbye. The old minister asked Xu Wubing to see him off. Wubing led Murong Min and his three incense masters under Tianbao Pavilion to slowly walk out of the lobby of the Ministry of Revenue. The two of them greeted each other and said many words of mutual admiration. When they were about to leave the Ministry of Revenue, Wubing inadvertently asked:

"Ling brother has always been nice?"

"My brother was accidentally injured while practicing at home. I have been recuperating in the mansion for the past two months. Fortunately, I am not seriously injured, but my internal strength has been quite damaged... How could Xu Jing know about my brother's injury?" Murong Min couldn't help but say strangely.

"Oh...this...I'm naturally listening to my brothers who are under my alliance... Ling's body is not seriously injured, it's a joyful congratulation!" Xu Wubing replied hurriedly. In fact, in his heart, he was about to ask, "My sister has always been good?" But when the words came to his mouth, they turned into "Ling's body" for no reason... Wubing himself didn't know which one he wanted to ask.

"I didn't expect that the trivial matter of my fourth brother was injured was also spread to the martial arts world... It was worried about the matter of Alliance Leader Xu, ashamed, ashamed..." Murong Min bowed. But he thought to himself that my fourth brother was injured by the white wolf demon he raised. My Tianbao Pavilion was ashamed. How could Xu Wubing know about this?!... It seems that it is not entirely a false reputation that he can be called the "Monster Hunting Alliance". This "Monster Hunting Alliance" may indeed be a powerful person... In the future, you have to be careful about this person...

"Where is Mr. Murong? When you wait for Xu to have a little time for official business tomorrow, you will definitely visit me. There are still some magic medicines for treating injuries in my house, which may be beneficial to my injury..." Xu Wubing said. But he thought to himself, your fourth brother Murong Ji was obviously injured by me, so why did he become "injured by practicing martial arts?" On that day, you, Murong Ji, used the name of "giving me the injury medicine" to imprison me into the cellar of the Guiyuan of Murong Mansion, and almost turned into the food of the white wolf monster. Now I will bring some injury medicine to you, so as to repay your former "kindness"...

"The leader of the Xu family has only met with his younger brother. He is so kind-hearted. I thank you in the next generation of younger brothers!... Now, Mr. Xu has a famous teacher in the temple, who gives me all his heart and helps him. In the future, both in the court and in the world, there will be smooth sailing and a bright future!..." Murong Min stood tall and bowed his hand and gave a little respect. This gentle and gentle conversation slowly showed his style as a gentleman.

"Mr. Murong has been awarded...Mr. Murong is young and is the young master in charge of Tianbao Pavilion. In the future, he will ask Mr. Murong for advice without illness!..." The two saluted and said goodbye again outside the Ministry of Revenue. Both parties broke up politely...

...

The sound of dripping is coming, and it is time to go to You in a blink of an eye. Wuya got sick and returned home. Hu Yiyi had already prepared a banquet in the main hall. Wuya sat with Hu Yiyi and Shu Hentian to drink...

During the meal, Wujian talked about Qiu Mingli’s recent worries. Shu Hentian couldn’t help but stop the cup and throw his chopsticks, and sighed with a sigh:

"Well!... The great power of Shenzhou is a great man in the world, with 32 roads in the country, 128 prefectures, and more than 40 million households. The national treasury has less than 700,000 taels of silver. If you want to say it, who believes it!... What a glorious effort, Kangyuan prosperous era?!"

Xu Wubing said: "The treasury is already so tight. I wonder if the emperor knows it?"

Shu Hentian said: "The emperor hid in the deep palace all day long to enjoy his blessings, but how could he know the suffering of the people?! I heard that this severe drought was really a disaster, and some victims had already arrived in the capital. If Jingzhao Mansion had not stopped him at will, I would probably have victims everywhere in Chang'an City..."

Hu Yiyi frowned and said, "The victims are so pitiful. They traveled thousands of miles to this capital to escape. They just wanted to ask for food, but they were still blocked by the officers and soldiers. Tomorrow I will ask someone to bring some food out of the city to help them..."

Shu Hentian disagreed and said, "My old sister, those victims are thousands. What can I do with this drop in the bucket?! In the time of famine, it is an urgent task for the court to provide relief to the victims. It's ridiculous that now, ministers and princes from all walks of life have formed cliques in this court, only knowing how to fight for power and profit, but no one cares about the country and the people's livelihood... It's really a pity!"

Xu Wubing put the wine glass heavily and said, "Tomorrow I will ask Mr. Qiu to write a letter, first buy all the deposited silver in the treasury to help the victims, and then find a way to raise funds for the food... I can't let the victims starve to death!"

Shu Hentian took a sip of wine and said, "Even if the emperor agreed, the 700,000 silver will not be solved. What should we do next?...The victims of this disaster will not only cost one million! The food for these people for half a year will cost at least two million taels of silver. In addition, they also need to build rivers and open canals to divert water from the south to solve the problem... The cost of building the river will cost at least one million taels. Where does so much money come from?..."

"If the money is not enough, then go to Jie! How many princes and wealthy families in this capital are rich and powerful families! Each of them generously donates money and each pays a little. The money for disaster relief... can be raised too, right?" Xu Wubing said.

"My sick-free brother, you are too naive! Don't you hear that 'generous people are poor and stingy families are rich'? The richer people are, the more they are, the more you will be. You should borrow them!..." Shu Hentiandao.

Xu Wubing said urgently: "What should I do when I say the immortal of Shushu means?"

Shu Hentian said, "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are straw dogs. Natural disasters and man-made disasters. Which dynasty and which generation can avoid them?! Relief and repair rivers, the emperor and the prime ministers are worried about it. Your experience as a small Ministry of Revenue, just be your seventh-rank sesame official! Don't want to 'the emperor is not in a hurry to experience it'..."

Xu Wubing drank the wine in his glass and said, "No! No matter what, you can't watch so many victims starve to death! You don't care, he doesn't care, someone will always need to take care of it!... Tomorrow I will ask Mr. Qiu to write to the emperor, first open the treasury to buy grain, and then borrow money from the big households..."

Hu Yiyi said seriously: "Little Wubian... This is not something I can do!"

"Sister Hu, why?" Wubing asked in a daze.

Hu Yiyi said: "Xiao Wubian, think about it carefully... It has been more than one or two days since Mr. Qiu was sent to the imperial prison. But the drought in Shandong and the Huai River has been more than half a year... Why has Mr. Qiu himself never written a letter to this day?"

"This..." Xu Wubing hesitated and thought to himself, was it because the teacher was vigilant and feared troubles and ignored millions of victims? But this was not the teacher's personality...

Hu Yiyi continued: "Mr. Qiu has been an official for more than 30 years and has known the character of the old emperor today. The current Emperor Kangyuan has the best face... He thought that he had created the Kangyuan prosperity, and the whole world was peaceful and the people were happy. People in future generations would comment on him with a 'A Benevolent Lord'. At this time, if someone suddenly uncovered the scars, he presented a sad picture before the officials, which attracted the court and the public opinion was boiling... This move would inevitably anger the emperor... At that time, the 'initiator' would face heavy responsibility, and what he said would sink to the sea, and no one dared to say..."

"Hey!... It turns out that the teacher has something else to worry about. Wubing sighed.

Hu Yiyi said again: "What's more, Mr. Qiu was convicted of being punished for reporting Chen's reform and had just been issued an imperial prison. The emperor pardoned him and appointed him again, just for the sake of the King of Wei... If he wrote a rashly letter this time and talked about disaster relief, if he was not careful, it would cause thunder to be angry. At that time, all princes will attack again... Mr. Qiu will not only trap himself in prison again, but will also implicate the King of Wei!..."

Xu Wubing thought for a moment and said, "In this way, even if the teacher wants to write a book, Wubing still has to stop him..."

Hu Yiyi also said: "That's true! I have been watching Mr. Qiu these days, and I have always looked worried. Mr. Qiu cares about the people, and I am afraid that he will be as angry as before. He risked his life to advise him directly... It is important to know that now the court is in danger. The King of Chu is determined to win. The other princes, King of Jin, King of Song, and King of Yue... are all ready to follow King of Wei... Since Mr. Qiu is determined to follow King of Wei, he should not act voluntarily..."

Xu Wubing asked: "Sister Hu, what should those thousands of disaster victims do? Is there really no way to do it?"

Hu Yiyi was about to say something, Shu Hentian, who was standing beside him, waited for a long time, and finally got the opportunity and rushed to say:

"Brother Wujian, can't you see... My old sister has already had a countermeasure in her heart... What can't I think of this head that has lived for more than 1,200 years? This little thing can still stump her!..."

This time, Hu Yiyi did not go to bicker with Shu Hentian, but just said with a smile:
Chapter completed!