This is a matter of calculation.

If you succeed, you won't succeed.

How can success kill Wu Nian, and failure make Wu Nian even more powerful?

This was very strange. Chunyuan subconsciously felt that it was not a good strategy. But now he had no other choice but to wait for Wu Nian to make a move first and see what he could do.

Especially that idiot Wang Zhongbi, who is far different from Xiong Wuwo. There is no way to attack Wu Nian with him from north to south.

Whether it's a good idea or a bad idea, it doesn't hurt to listen.

"Don't worry. Let's talk and listen." Chunyuan said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, now Wu Nian has succeeded in praying for rain, and his prestige is at its peak. And it seems so far away. But this year's drought has affected the entire Liaodong. We have the support of the imperial court at the rear, Wang Zhongbi has the support of Chu, but Wu Nian has no support.

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Qin Zhen nodded lightly, looked around, and whispered.

"Of course I know that. Wu Nian's biggest problem is that there are too few cities and the land is too thin. This drought almost broke his spine. But with his current prestige, the people will not cause trouble. And he buys grain

, and to protect the good fields and crops. Although this year is a difficult year, we will definitely be able to survive until next autumn."

Chun Yuan sighed, shook his head and said. Wu Nian was really smart and took precautions. He bought a batch of grain from Goguryeo, Chu State and Fusang.

By the time he reacted and implemented the blockade, it was already a step too late. Wu Nian's response to the drought was even more beautiful. In response to the locusts, he saved the crops that could be saved and abandoned the crops that could not be saved.

No matter what happens, Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture will not be left with nothing.

pretty.

depressed.

This guy is like a cockroach. He can't be killed in a battle, and God can't take care of him. It's really like he is destined to die.

Damn it.

"The prince is right. If there is no external pressure, Wu Nian will definitely be able to survive until next autumn, or even more than enough. But what if there is external pressure?"

Qin Zhen narrowed his eyes, with a malicious look in them, and raised his head and said.

"What kind of external pressure?" Chunyuan's eyes lit up and he humbly asked for advice.

"The first is the Nanhai Prefecture. Wang Zhongbi embezzled military supplies, and Qian Neng was at odds with Wang Zhongbi. The trouble was a mess. They couldn't handle it. And now it is basically confirmed that the Nanhai Prefecture is dead from drought. When the people can no longer survive, the government

A porridge factory will be established to provide porridge."

"And according to Wang Zhongbi's temper, if the officials of Chu State don't go up and down to fish for it? The people will definitely not be able to survive on just thin porridge."

"The prince can send people to lurk in Nanhai Mansion, gather the refugees, rush to Yingqing Mansion and Guangchuan Mansion, and eat Wu Nian's food."

"The prince himself will also recruit a group of refugees and go to the second mansion. As long as 500,000 refugees are needed, Wu Nian can be defeated."

"And Wu Nian regarded himself as a Yan-Han, so it was impossible not to accept the people."

"When he is exhausted, he will be defeated."

Qin Zhen continued to squint his eyes and said in a cold tone. Wu Nian was known for his cruelty towards the Han people who surrendered to the Mongols. He was the governor of Liaodong and was very afraid of Wu Nian gaining power.

I really want to get rid of Wu Nian and then quickly.

But he never had the chance. This time he was keenly aware of Wu Nian's problem and pointed it out to the point.

I want to beat Wu Nian to death with a stick.

The sparkle in Chun Yuan's eyes immediately flashed, and then he calmed down and sighed: "I understand. If Wu Nian is defeated by the refugees, then Wu Nian will be killed."

"If Wu Nian can hold on, hundreds of thousands of people will flock to Guangchuan Mansion and Yingqing Mansion. His strength will be stronger, which means he will be even more powerful."

"Yes. The key is whether Wu Nian can hold on or not." Qin Zhen nodded, with a look of worry on his face.

This plan succeeded or failed.

The result is exactly the opposite.

After Chunyuan hesitated for a long time, he gritted his teeth and stood up and said: "What can you do without risk? Just sit back and watch Wu Nian eat Wang Zhongbi. It's better to take a gamble and support Wu Nian to death."

"Master Qin, you have taken good care of Huanglong Mansion and Guangyang Mansion. Not a single grain of food should be lost to Wu Nian."

"I asked the imperial court to send people to operate. I asked Goguryeo to strictly prohibit the export of grain. I gave a lot of money to the Fuso pirates at sea and blocked the Liaodong sea."

"Send people to the Chu State to operate, and let the Chu State also take strict care of the food."

"Don't give Wu Nian a grain of grain. But give Wu Nian 500,000 hungry refugees. Starve him to death."

At the end of the sentence, Chunyuan's face was ferocious, revealing a cold murderous intention.

He really wanted to kill Wu Nian and wanted to go crazy. He would take action when it was time to do it. He couldn't be sloppy.

"Yes." Qin Zhen exhaled, clasped his fists, and agreed.

The Meng Yuan people began to take action, but Wu Nian knew nothing about it.

...........

After the first time, there is the second time, the third time, and the nth time.

Since it rained, there has been more rain. The entire Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture no longer need to control water use.

When there was a drought, even Wu Nian himself had to save water. If he didn't take a shower this summer, he wouldn't smell very good.

It's fine now, you can do whatever you want.

Liu Xiang took advantage of this opportunity, pulled out her two sons, and gave them a vigorous bath, scrubbing away the dirt all over their bodies.

The same is true for Wang Ruyan, Xiaohong, Chen and others. As time goes by, even the three little Wus, Wu Ting, Wu Yong and Wu Shuang, are seven or eight months old.

All of them are healthy and strong. They can take a bath in summer and do whatever they want. They won’t get cold from it.

Soon, autumn is coming.

This preserved fertile field is full of crops. The golden wheat shines in the sun. The heavy ears of wheat look so plump.

This morning.

Wu Nian led Liu Zhixing, Wang Youxiao, Li Yong, Zhang Haiping and other officials to an area outside the city to inspect wheat.

Liu Zhixing was knowledgeable. He bent down to check the condition of the wheat ears and said, "In three to five days, it will be ready for harvest."

"This flour is edible, and the wheat bran can't be wasted. You can mix it with some rice to make porridge for the people to eat. With the current conditions, I don't think they will complain."

"I am incompetent. I can only wrong the people." Wu Nian nodded and sighed.

"General, you can't underestimate yourself. If it hadn't been for the general's intervention, 90% of the crops in Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture would have died due to drought. Now at least half of them have been preserved. They can last until next autumn."

Wang Youxiao's expression was very serious, he cupped his fists and said.

"You are right. The general has done a good job." Liu Zhixing nodded and agreed.

Wu young man shook his head lightly, remembering the time when he and Liu Xiang ate rice bran rice together.

Now it's better, I have successfully made all the people eat rice bran porridge.

It’s really, really hard to put into words.

Wu Nian was overjoyed when he saw the crops growing well in the field. At the same time, he felt guilty and his mood was very complicated.

With Wu Nian in Yingqing Mansion and Guangchuan Mansion, order was maintained and there was no chaos.

People's hearts are at peace.

It's different in Nanhai Prefecture. There are heavy taxes and heavy taxes, and the people have little food in their hands. This year there is a drought and the price of rice has soared.

The farmers still have a surplus of grain, but the residents in the city really have no grain of rice left in their rice vats.
Chapter completed!