"Miss, Miss, it's not good." Bai Ji hurried into Yang Xuqiu's room with an anxious look on his face.

Yang Xuqiu put down the book he was reading. Bai Ji was too anxious and had a layer of fine sweat floating on his forehead: "The locust plague. I just heard the servant who went to buy and said that there was a locust plague everywhere in Dajin, and the food that was about to harvest was eaten by the locusts. The emperor was anxious and summoned the minister to discuss."

Although he had known that such a thing would happen, Yang Xuqiu still felt a little uncomfortable.

The locust plague in Kyoto occurred at the latest, and other places had been gnawed. Farmers worked hard for a year and only waited for autumn to harvest food before they could fill the empty granary to spend the long winter.

Yang Xuqiu sighed slightly, picked up his pen, wrote a line of words on the blank orchid rice paper, and blew dry it and handed it to Baiji: "Send it to Xingsheng pawnshop, please be sure to hand it over to the prince.

She wanted to have a play with Song Jingyun. If this play is done well, it would be a win-win situation. If it doesn't work well, it would only shoot herself in the foot. Song Jingyun shouldn't be that stupid.

The fifteenth day of each month is the day when the Yang family has a meal together, and the moon on the fifteenth is full again.

In Fuzhu Garden, the old lady had already ordered people to prepare a table of exquisite meals. A prominent marquis like the Yang Mansion would still eat whatever they should eat, without any impact.

Yang Zheng frowned slightly. There are already some refugees in the city now, and there are probably many refugees rushing here. These refugees may be extremely hungry and forcefully robbed food. Recently, the city has become uneasy. The guards at the gate of the city guards strictly guarded and refused to let these refugees in. The refugees slept in front of the city wall and begged for some food. In that case, Yang Zheng, a person who is used to fighting, couldn't bear it.

Large houses are reducing their spending and giving away the money and grain saved to refugees, but it is just a drop in the bucket.

Yang Yuan was the last to arrive, and he was carrying the Chicken Soup of Matsutake bought from Dongli Restaurant. He looked around the meal on the table and turned to Yang Zheng and said, "Brother, I heard that your yard is not full of food and drink, and the servants all complain. If your house is short of money, come to me to get it."

Yang Zheng's expression was normal, and he seemed to be unable to hear the ridicule in his words: "It's just that I want to rescue a few more refugees."

Yang Yuan was very disdainful. He always looked like this, and he looked like a fake noble person. Those princes and nobles really took the life and death of the lower class people to heart, but just pretended!

"The number of refugees has increased in recent days, and Curry's food is limited, so I'm afraid it won't last for a few days." Yang Zheng sighed. I wonder how many people will starve to death during this locust plague.

"Didn't the emperor ask your ministers to discuss a few days ago? Is there no way?" Yang Yuan's words were sour. The emperor called the ministers of the humerus, and he couldn't reach them.

It was because everyone had not discussed an effective method that the emperor ordered that if anyone had the advantage of rushing the disaster, it would have caused a lot of controversy in Kyoto, but many methods had loopholes and were difficult to implement.

Yang Xuqiu said lightly: "In fact, it is not difficult to rescue these refugees."

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table looked at her. Yang Yuan said disdainfully: "I'm not a small tone."

Yang Xuqiu put down the chopsticks in her hand and was different from the seriousness of the past. She slowly spoke: "If you want to provide disaster relief, you must first have money. There are many wealthy merchants in Dajin. The emperor can reward those who take the lead in donating money to provide disaster relief for their empty positions. I think the rest should know how to do it."

Although Dajin's businessmen were rich and wealthy, they had a low status. If they could have an official position, they would be afraid that they would be happy to burn incense and worship Buddha.

"Secondly, use the money for disaster relief to buy the households who have excess grain. There is a lot of grain in the south, but what they want is our iron tools. It is better to use the money to hire people to open iron ore to exchange for grain and grass. Finally, the exchanged grain and grass are distributed to various county government offices and set up porridge facilities, which only locals can collect. In this way, refugees will return to their hometowns."

These three points seem to be much more effective than the method of chatting for a long time by the ministers.

Yang Zhengsizhuo said for a moment: "It's indeed a good way. I will report it to the emperor tomorrow."

Yang Han smiled like a flower: "If the method is effective, I wonder how much reward my sister will receive." The emperor said that if anyone has a good method, there will be a reward. With Yang Xuqiu's current status as the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's family, it is probably not impossible to reward a princess.

With such a very popular second sister, I am afraid that the reputation of gentleness and virtuousness she has earned for years will be forgotten.

"Rewards are secondary, and it is the most important thing to be able to help refugees."

Yang Han felt so hatred that she couldn't let Yang Xuqiu climb ahead of her! She had to think of a way...

The next morning, Eunuch Changqing arrived at Yang's Mansion with the imperial edict.

This intention is naturally related to the three disaster relief stories that Yang Xuqiu said last night. Changqing sang and said: "In accordance with the heavens, the emperor's decree said that Yang Yuan's daughter Yang Han has made good suggestions on the locust plague. She specially rewarded 100 taels of gold, a box of jewelry, and a hundred pieces of silk and satin for this."

After reading the decree, the whole room was stunned.

Yang Xiurui couldn't help but feel calm: "This is obviously..." It was obviously her sister's idea, so why did Yang Han make a good suggestion?

Seeing this, Yang Xuqiu grabbed Yang Xiurui and kowtowed to thank him.

Now that the imperial edict has been issued, it clearly states her Yang Han’s contribution. If she said it was her own idea at this moment, it would only make people say that she was deliberately robbing the contribution. Moreover, all of this is in her plan.

After Yang Zheng and his family left last night, Yang Han couldn't hold back his anger, so she made up her mind to take this matter into consideration. But she didn't expect that Yang Yuan would have the same idea.

The two women hit it off immediately, who made Yang Xuqiu so stupid that she had to say it in front of everyone?

When Changqing left, Yang Zheng slowly stood up and asked, "Second brother, what's going on."

Yang Yuan said innocently: "Last night, I went to Dongli Restaurant to buy midnight snacks, and accidentally told Qiu Jie'er's disaster relief strategy. I don't know how it spread to the emperor's ears. The emperor probably thought it was Han'er's idea."

Yang Yuan asked Song Jingyu to spread the news to the emperor that night, and specifically said that it was Yang Han's idea.

In this way, if Yang Zheng said this morning that the three disaster relief strategies were done by Yang Xuqiu, then their big house would become the one who falsely claimed the credit in the eyes of the emperor!

Fortunately, the emperor's reward came early.

"Father, this disaster relief strategy is the idea of ​​the eldest sister. The eldest sister is really a role model for the female generation." Isn't Yang Han willing to take the credit, so she will give it to her, but I hope that Yang Han will not cry and shout and return it to herself.

Soon the emperor began to do Yang Han's disaster relief strategy. The disaster situation was slightly curbed. For a time, Yang Han became the most popular woman in Kyoto.

Talented men from all walks of life wrote poems to praise her for worrying about the country and the people, and her wisdom was unparalleled. Even the queen personally sent a post to invite her to a banquet in the palace, and the families who came to show their favor to propose marriage almost broke the threshold of the Yang family.

Under this beautiful illusion, Yang Han became more and more proud.
Chapter completed!