On the way back to the princess's mansion, Song Zhao looked at Si Yu with his chin and suddenly sighed sincerely, "I suddenly felt that you are very suitable for managing the civil affairs of the inner house and can save a lot of money for the family."

When Si Yu heard this, his eyebrows jumped and thought keenly, A Zhao was not hinting at anything, right?

He saved to save more money to make A Zhao live better, but he couldn't make A Zhao feel stingy.

"Don't worry, I have enough money left in my warehouse. You can squander it as you want after you get married."

Afraid that Song Zhao would not believe it, Si Yu added, "Before the Queen Mother died, I prepared a lot of betrothal gifts for me. I kept saving it and I could take it out for you on the day of the next hiring."

Song Zhao didn't care about the betrothal gift. Who can be richer than her now?

"I almost forgot to ask you, if you asked the Lord to agree to our marriage, besides taking over 50 years of military spending, have you agreed to anything else?"

According to Emperor Chun Yuan’s suspicious personality, limiting Si Yu’s capital turnover alone is not enough to make Emperor Chun Yuan let go of his guard, right?

Si Yu nodded, "That's it, nothing else."

What he didn't say was that in fact, the conditions for Emperor Yuan Chun to agree to his marriage with Song Zhao were the only contract that could not rebel.

Military expenditure is just a condition for marriage.

But Si Yu didn't want to tell Song Zhao about this kind of thing, so as not to feel guilty and feel that he was at a loss.

His little Azhao is so righteous, he may be strictly enforced because of the contract he signed.

But do you rebel or not.

That paper contract cannot restrain Si Yu at all... As long as it is what he wants, no external factors can interfere with him.

"Really?" Song Zhao was half-believing and half-doubting.

When did Emperor Yuan Chun become so easy to talk to?

But the powerful ministers were sure that Song Zhao couldn't tell the reason.

*

Two days later.

The Governor of Jingzhou rushed to report that half a month ago, the 500,000 taels of disaster relief silver sent by the court to provide relief to the victims was robbed by the robbers, and the court asked the court to allocate the disaster relief funds again.

Emperor Yuan Chun read the letter, his face looked very ugly, and he was furious in front of all civil and military officials.

The people from the Ministry of Revenue were so distressed that they started crying immediately, "Zheng, Jingzhou has been drought for half a year. Before building the embankment canal, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver had been used for the national treasury.

In addition, the disaster relief silver that was robbed has been used for one million taels. Now the warehouse is in short supply and I really can't take it out."

Emperor Yuan Chun frowned and coughed in anger. "The drought in Jingzhou has been going on for half a year, and the refugees are increasing day by day, and there is no harvest of grain. If this continues, the people of the nine counties will have to revolt and fight. What do you want me to do?"

Jingzhou is different from ordinary areas. It covers nine major counties and controls half of the food source of the people in the country.

If you don’t appease the people’s hearts and wait for the people to revolt, it will be even more terrible than a drought.

Sheng Shoufu said, "I think that the drought in Jingzhou has lasted for half a year and has reached the critical level of food and clothing for the people.

The number of people who starve to death is increasing day by day. Even if you send more money to pass, you can stop the vacancies for a while.

But over time, drought is not controlled and food is decreasing, and it is likely that there will be famine across the country."

The deputy chief assistant snorted coldly, "Zhengfu said this and said nothing. Everyone knows that the most urgent task is to rain, but it doesn't rain. At present, what else can be done besides disaster relief and comfort?"

Emperor Yuan Chun's face was cold and he felt extremely difficult.

The prince bowed and left the list, "Father, Master Huiling thought of a plan for his son-in-law, but he didn't know whether to speak or not."

When Emperor Yuan Chun heard this, his eyes were bright, "Isn't you going to talk about it?"

"The National Master Huiling said that the son minister is the prince appointed by the father and the emperor, and has the blood of the real dragon.

Just go to Jingzhou and Master Huiling set up a Bagua formation to ask for rain, and you can ask for rain from the sky."
Chapter completed!