The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Upon hearing this, Chu Yan'er smiled faintly and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

I know your heart, and you know my mind! This tacit understanding from the soul made Chu Yan'er very fortunate. She couldn't help but murmur softly.

"How fortunate I am to meet you..."

She couldn't help but feel shy. She looked at Chu Xiaolan and said, "Xiaolan, you said that idiot would give me a gift in a few days. Did he say what it was?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaolan shook her head, looking confused.

"No, Miss, His Highness is being mysterious, and I don't know what the gift is!"

Speaking of this, Xiaolan said with a strange look:

"Miss, His Highness is not worried about the grain prices. He is now in the mood to take care of the flowers and plants in Huaining! He asked thousands of disaster victims to go up the mountain to pick flowers, collect soap beans, and dig river sand. He also bought all the wineries and wines in Huaining County."

Chu Yan'er and Chu Xiaoya were stunned when they heard this.

What did they hear? Jiang Fan had just made a joke about boiling manure, and now he was destroying flowers, plants and river sand.

Although, boiling manure was for making weapons and they were mistaken, what were the purposes of these flowers, plants and river sand?

"Picking flowers and grass, picking soapberries, and digging river sand?!" Chu Yan'er asked in surprise.

She originally thought that Jiang Fan had solved the problem of banditry and now she should worry about the price of grain, but when she heard that Jiang Fan was picking flowers and grass, collecting soapberries, and digging river sand, she was suddenly a little dumbfounded.

The little girl seemed to have not yet vented her resentment, and continued:

"You don't know how irritating His Highness is. I told him that we should first solve the grain price issue, but His Highness actually said that we don't have to worry about the grain price, and those foreign grain merchants who transported grain here can help him lower the grain price."

"I just can't figure it out. The grain merchants from other places all come here to sell grain at high prices. Who would help them to lower the grain prices? They even think the grain prices are not high enough!"

The little girl looked so angry that she didn't look like a heroine at all.

Seeing her like this, Chu Yan'er burst out laughing. These two girls of hers had their hearts stolen by that guy Jiang Fan.

This girl seemed to have a lot of opinions about Jiang Fan, but her behavior showed that she was worried that Jiang Fan would not be able to solve the problem of grain prices.

However, after hearing what the little girl said, Chu Yan'er's eyes moved slightly. She seemed to have thought of something. She asked Chu Xiaolan:

"You said the Eighth Prince is counting on grain merchants from other places to suppress grain prices? Have you seen grain merchants from other places?"

Hearing this, the little girl looked at Chu Yan'er in confusion and said:

"I saw it. There are so many of them coming. On my way back, at least hundreds of grain trucks entered Huaining County. I'm afraid there are nearly a hundred grain merchants coming here!"

"Miss, is there something wrong, or..." Chu Xiaolan reacted and asked her mistress with some surprise.

She always felt that she had grasped the key, and that the Eighth Prince might really be able to solve the grain price problem.

But she just couldn't think of it for a moment. After all, she was still a few points inferior to her own lady.

"Yes, miss, is there anything wrong?" Chu Xiaoya on the side also asked quickly.

Chu Yan'er glanced at the two little girls, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the strange color in her eyes was so intense that the two little girls were surprised.

"Hehe... Of course that's not right. As expected of him, this guy... is extremely intelligent and can calculate people's hearts to such an extent. I am not as good as him..."

Chu Yan'er smiled softly and exclaimed in amazement. She was called the most talented and wonderful woman in the capital, and it was not for nothing.

After hearing Chu Xiaolan's description and a few words from Jiang Fan, she thought of the key to the matter and instantly understood Jiang Fan's intention.

While I admired Jiang Fan in my heart, my body and mind were also overwhelmed.

Her words made the two little girls look confused. They didn't understand what their young lady meant.

Chu Xiaoya said with some doubt:

"Miss, if His Highness kills a few profiteers who sell grain at high prices, wouldn't that also lower the grain price? Now you're being so secretive, can you really succeed?"

The little girl didn't understand what the young lady was talking about. She felt that if the Eighth Prince wanted to solve the grain price problem, he could do the same as her young lady and kill a few profiteers, which would probably control the grain price.

Chu Yan'er heard this, looked at Chu Xiaoya, patted her head and said: "Do you think that idiot will do it according to my method with his proud character? Besides, those people in the capital are supporting Huaining grain merchants behind the scenes, so it won't be that easy for him to kill people."

"Besides, if we really do this, what if all the grain merchants refuse to sell grain? What will happen to the people of Huaining County? If people really starve to death, Your Majesty may not be able to save them!"

"I dare to kill those profiteers because there is no one supporting them... Moreover, before I came, the magistrate of Huai'an County had good control over the relief grain, and the Ministry of Revenue allocated a large amount of relief grain. Even if those grain merchants refused to sell grain, I could still hold on."

"But he can't hold on. Speaking of which, I have always had the upper hand in this bet... Now, do you understand?"

The two girls heard what was said, nodded as if they understood, and then shook their heads.

Chu Yan'er looked at them, laughed in her heart, and was too lazy to explain. She was now looking forward to Jiang Fan lowering the grain price, and then, the bet between them would be completed.

After this bet was completed, she decided to report to His Majesty that she was convinced and there was no need to hold a third bet.

Thinking that she was about to get married to Jiang Fan, her pretty face turned red unconsciously. She felt a surge of anticipation in her heart. Living with a soul mate in the future should be very happy and interesting.

She recalled the scene of Jiang Fan boiling manure and beating people, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously. However, she was still a little worried about Jiang Fan's solution to the livelihood of the people.

The matter of boiling manure can be explained by making weapons, but what about digging stones? Now Jiang Fan has also picked flowers, picked soap beans, and dug river sand.

It looks just like providing for the people. Therefore, after Jiang Fan returns to Beijing, he estimates that he will be criticized and reported for the part of the bet about providing livelihood for the people.

Chu Yan'er sighed as she couldn't think of a good solution. She only hoped that she could face the dilemma together with Jiang Fan.

For Jiang Fan, the worst that could happen to her was that she would have to confront those court officials.

On the other hand, after hearing the shocking news of Jiang Fan's annihilation of the bandits, the people in the capital were talking about it, and the enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high.

When it comes to boiling manure, everyone is still talking about it with great relish. Whenever the people meet, they will talk about it.

"Do you know about the Eighth Prince boiling excrement? You common people think the Eighth Prince is just playing around, right? You are wrong. The Eighth Prince is making weapons of mass destruction."

"Do you know the two gangs of bandits in Huaining? If the Eighth Prince boils some manure, they will be wiped out."

"Tsk, you act as if everyone knows that we can get you... The Eighth Prince is a god in our hearts. Boiling feces can make weapons of mass destruction. This is a method only gods have."

"Yes, the Eighth Prince is truly a god..."

When the people's comments reached the Emperor of Yan's ears, he was very pleased and happy. His mouth was curved every day.