Sister Han is good at farming

"I'll also write a letter to my old man to find out who the owner of the Good Luck Casino is. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle."

Yuan Pingzhang paused as he fanned himself.

"I'll ask my dad to help me find out." Wang Sibo's fox eyes were full of coldness. "I want to see who this person is. He has stretched his claws right under our noses."

"I'll also tell my family that I don't believe that the owner of the Good Luck Casino really has no trace!" Zhang Qiuming also said.

"I'll ask my brother to investigate as well. How did he manage to get away with such a big incident at the Good Luck Casino?" Zhao Zhenyi said indignantly.

Fu Yuanhao rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "It's understandable that you seek help from your family, but I think it's necessary to let Zhou Zheng know about this. In terms of connections, who among us has stronger connections than that guy? In terms of strength, he is the prefect of three prefectures appointed by the emperor himself. Some things we have to beat around the bush to solve, but for him, it may just take a word."

"That's true!" Yuan Pingzhang and others agreed.

When Zhou Zheng received Fu Yuanhao's memorial, he was silent for a moment. But it was only a moment, and soon he began to write furiously, describing the evil deeds of the owner of the Good Luck Casino who destroyed the autumn harvest, and almost pointed at him and accused him of treason and destroying the foundation of Yunqing State.

In the capital, Murong Jinyang laughed out of anger when he received Zhou Zheng's memorial.

"Lord Zhou, your third brother is becoming more and more fond of making a mountain out of a molehill. He has elevated a minor personal grudge to the point of shaking the foundation of the country."

Zhou Che paused while flipping through the documents, raised his head and asked, "Why does the emperor say that?"

"There is a gambling house called Good Luck in Qingping Town under Lulin Prefecture. It was once revealed that the relief silver and grain lost by Jianghuai Prefecture were hidden there. Does Lord Zhou have any impression of this?"

Zhou Che nodded silently.

"The owner of the Good Luck Casino sent someone to seek revenge on the girl who ruined their business, but was caught by Minister Fu's son. For such a small matter, your third brother was accused of shaking the foundation of the country. Isn't this making a big deal out of nothing?"

Murong Jinyang shook his head with amusement.

Zhou Che understood immediately. "Your Majesty, the little girl you just mentioned should be the eldest daughter of the Minister of Agriculture of the Three Prefectures in Lulin!"

"That's right! I don't know what's wrong with Zhou Zheng. Whenever he encounters something related to that little girl, he acts like a hen protecting her chicks. In order to ask me to help him punish his enemies, he even exaggerates. He is too emotional! I don't know whether it is right or wrong to put him in his current position."

Zhou Che glanced at the emperor without any expression, "I wonder how that man took revenge on that little girl?"

Murong Jinyang said indifferently: "What other methods can they use? They just want to destroy the crops of the little girl and prevent them from participating in the harvest competition!"

"Destroy crops?" Zhou Che frowned.

"It is said that it is through the release of locusts."

Zhou Che's eyebrows jumped suddenly. He picked up the teacup on the desk and took three sips of tea before he calmed down the turmoil in his heart.

Even the fact that locusts were released to harm crops was easily brushed aside. This owner of the gambling house is so lucky...

As his thoughts turned, Zhou Che thought of the wording.

"Your Majesty, that little girl is just like you to me. All the honors I have now are given by you. If anyone dares to harm you, I will do my best to kill him. Similarly, my third brother is well known to the world because of that girl's many ideas. Now someone is attacking her, it is difficult for my third brother to ignore it."

He pondered for a moment, took out eight marked documents from a pile of documents on the desk and presented them to the emperor.

"As for the exaggerated words spoken by the emperor, you might as well take a look at these memorials first."

Murong Jinyang took it casually and said, "Lord Zhou, you are not trying to excuse your third brother, are you? In fact, you don't have to do that. Although your third brother is sometimes a bit unorthodox, I still admire him and envy him very much. So I always unconsciously want to be more tolerant of him."

"Your Majesty, I dare not be partial, but the current situation forces me to think more. These eight memorials all talk about the same thing. Recently, the eight countries around us have increased their troops more than tenfold in the areas bordering our Yunqing. They suddenly increased their troops dozens of times at the same time. Everyone knows what they are thinking.

In recent years, not only has our Yunqing country been plagued by disasters, but also the surrounding countries have been plagued by disasters, and everyone is short of food and clothing. In the past two years, Lu Lin has frequently received good news about the high per-acre yield, which is really eye-catching. It is difficult not to attract the attention of several neighboring countries.

Under such circumstances, someone dared to destroy the crops in the village with the highest per-acre yield in our Yunqing country under the banner of personal revenge. Can you blame Zhou Zheng for thinking too much? "

Murong Jinyang was stunned. "You mean that the eight countries of Moliang, Qingrong, Manyi, Fangying, Fengshuo, Yuque, Dianming, and Weijing want to attack and divide up our Yunqing country at the same time?"

Zhou Che thought for a moment and said, "I guess the news about the harvest in Lulin Prefecture was too loud and has attracted the attention of the surrounding countries."

"Let alone other things, we are both relatives and allies with Fengshuo, Yuque and Weijing. They won't attack us, right?" Murong Jinyang was unsure.

"Now our Yunqing Nation is like a piece of fat meat hanging over the heads of other nations, and everyone wants to take a bite. In the face of natural disasters, who cares whether they were once allies? As long as they can survive, what else would they not sacrifice?

Your Majesty, we still need to make plans early, otherwise Yunqing Country will be in danger!"

Zhou Che advised earnestly.

"According to your analysis, it is not unfair for Zhou Zheng to accuse that man of destroying the foundation. Once a full-scale war breaks out, food will indeed be the top priority." Murong Jinyang nodded, "But if we are surrounded and attacked by the eight countries, our chances of winning will be limited..."

"Your Majesty, why do you keep protecting the owner of the gambling house?" Zhou Che saw that Murong Jinyang's thoughts had strayed to who knows where, and couldn't help but ask.

"I thought he would be of great use, so I indulged him a little, but I didn't expect that I would make him so greedy." Murong Jinyang sighed regretfully.

Zhou Che was startled. Is that the emperor's man?

He lowered his brows, picked up the teacup calmly, and took another sip of tea.

But why would the emperor's men hide in such a remote place? What was the emperor afraid of? Or what was there in Qingping Town that was worthy of the king of a country to place spies there?