The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

After the incident in the underground secret room, Jiang Yingcheng was expressly forbidden by her handsome father, the emperor, to leave the palace before the New Year's Day banquet was over.

Jiang Yingcheng actually stayed in the palace "obediently" for a few days.

——The word "honest" is a term she gave to herself.

Ever since she saw the room full of gold, silver and jewelry in the cenotaph that Prince Xin had prepared for his mother, her mind became active.

Although her father and mother were still alive, she also wanted to give them so much gold, silk, pearls and jade.

It happened that the New Year's Day banquet was approaching, and officials from various departments had many matters to report to the palace at any time, which made it convenient for Jiang Yingcheng to stop the uncles he was familiar with along the way.

"make money?"

Minister of Revenue Jiao Hongmiao looked at the little guy in front of him with a puzzled look on his face. He was about to wrap himself up like a ball, and subconsciously began to dig into his purse: "Your Highness, don't you have change to buy snacks? I did bring some pocket money with me today--"

"No, no!" Jiang Yingcheng waved his hands quickly, "Uncle Changshun prepared a lot of snacks!"

Jiao Hongmiao lowered his eyes and finally saw the scene clearly.

The little guy brought a small stool and sat on the road that officials had to take in and out of the palace. There were two charcoal braziers at his feet. The four guards behind him were holding several food boxes and blankets in their hands, and it was obvious that they were planning to intercept them here for a long time.

Jiao Hongmiao shuddered all over, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart: "How about this, wait a few days until I finish dealing with my affairs here, and I will personally take you to the Ministry of Revenue to experience it for yourself!"

After saying that, he slipped away in a hurry.

Jiang Yingcheng looked dazed: "Huh?"

The confused eyes followed Jiao Hongmiao's departing back until he completely disappeared.

There are many expenses required for the New Year's Day banquet, and each department has to go to the Ministry of Revenue to approve the funds, so it is normal to be busy.

After figuring it out, Jiang Yingcheng relaxed, put his hands on his chin, and waited for the next uncle who didn't look so anxious to walk into the alley.

then--

Minister of Rites Chu Jiaxu shed sad tears: "It is like this, little prince. The ministers in the Ministry of Rites where I work are not capable of making money. We can only rely on the stingy people in the Ministry of Revenue to make a living."

The Minister of Works Ran Hongyi was enthusiastic: "Your Highness, are you short of gold beans? It just so happens that our Ministry of Works also has a sum of money that needs to be discussed with the Ministry of Revenue. So, you can come with me. I heard that Lord Jiao just entered the palace not long ago and should not have come out yet..."

None of the officials who came and went could offer any effective suggestions. Jiang Yingcheng wrapped himself in a small blanket, feeling a little discouraged.

"Why is your Highness sitting here?"

A kind voice suddenly came from behind, but it still frightened Jiang Yingcheng so much that his whole body trembled.

"Grandpa Kan?"

General Kan Ruifeng of the Cavalry Army bent over, and when he saw her turning back, he smiled even bigger.

Jiang Yingcheng then brought out the same excuse again.

Kan Ruifeng looked thoughtful.

"Although I don't know the specific situation of your Highness, I can still share with you some of my experience in marching and fighting."

Jiang Yingcheng waited for a whole morning and finally got a different reply. He immediately pulled over the stool she had placed next to him, his eyes sparkling: "Grandpa Kan, sit down! Grandpa Kan, would you like some tea? Grandpa Kan, would you like some snacks?!"

Kan Ruifeng refused the latter two, but sat down without any hesitation: "For the military, if they want to make money, there are only two ways, one is to increase revenue, and the other is to reduce expenditure."

"Open source means, of course, turning other people's supplies into our own, using other people's resources to enrich our great army."

Jiang Yingcheng personally poured a cup of hot tea for her Grandpa Kan: "Oh oh oh!"

This seems to be very interesting.

want to hear!

However, Kan Ruifeng didn't know what the little guy was thinking. After taking the teacup, he changed the subject: "As for saving money... there are a lot of things to say about it."

Kan Ruifeng was instantly brought into deep memories by this conversation, and he continued to talk to himself: "Saving money is only the most basic thing. Saving money on medicine is the most difficult."

This experience was too far away for Jiang Yingcheng and had no reference value at all, but seeing that her grandfather Kan looked sad, she listened very carefully.

"There are very few military doctors accompanying the troops. Many soldiers are unable to receive timely treatment, and minor injuries and illnesses are delayed until they become serious. Not only do more medicines are needed, but treatment is also more difficult."

Strictly speaking, the number of accompanying military doctors has increased a lot compared with previous years, but it still cannot meet such a huge demand in the military.

Everyone says that the Da Rui cavalry is invincible, but the road is full of thorns, and it would take three days and three nights to clear them.

【ah……】

[Have you ever thought about preparing medicine packs for common diseases so that soldiers can take a dose directly when they are injured or sick? ]

Kan Ruifeng was stunned: "What?"

Jiang Yingcheng was also stunned for a moment: "Oh? What's wrong?"

Kan Ruifeng then realized that what he just said was what the little guy was thinking in his heart and he never said it out loud.

He was silent for a moment: "Ah, ah...Grandpa Kan just heard it wrong."

Jiang Yingcheng nodded with a confused expression.

Immediately afterwards——

[Cheng Cheng remembers that some medicinal materials can be directly ground into powder, and brewing and taking it will not affect the efficacy. This can also save a lot of transportation space~]

[Also, there are so many soldiers in the army, and some of them catch colds and typhoid fever every day. Military doctors can prepare relevant medicines in advance, boil them into soups and place them in the open space. Anyone who suffers from this disease can just come and get a bowl. Wouldn't that be much more convenient~]

[Also, the wound medicines used in the army are of such low quality that they are naturally not conducive to wound healing. However, there are recipes for sale in the Merit Mall that can use fewer medicinal materials to achieve greater miraculous effects——]

Kan Ruifeng's breathing became more rapid as the little guy spoke.

The medicinal materials prepared by the army are all classified into different categories. All of them need to be prescribed by the military doctor after taking the pulse, and then a special person will take the medicine and boil it. Not only is the process cumbersome, but if the soldiers have a headache or fever, they dare not easily take up the precious time of the military doctors, wanting to leave the time for the soldiers who need treatment more.

If it is really carried out as the little guy said, it will not only save a lot of time, but also greatly save transportation space, and they can also bring more medicinal materials with the army!

There is also the medicine for wounds mentioned by the little guy. Every year, people in the army die from inflammation and ulceration of wounds. If there really is a better prescription, they will be able to save more soldiers!

So, what exactly is that prescription?!

Kan Ruifeng suppressed the tremor in his eyes and glanced at the little ball beside him seemingly casually.

Jiang Yingcheng waved his hand and directly exchanged the prescription for the wound medicine: [I'm going to take a rest - Panax notoginseng, Aconitum kusnezoffii...]

"General Kan!" A loud shout suddenly came from the end of the alley, successfully attracting the attention of several people, and Jiang Yingcheng's thoughts also stopped abruptly.

Kan Ruifeng: “…”

The person who spoke at the alley hurried over here, bowed to both of them, and then said with a smile: "Why are you still here? His Majesty was just mumbling that he had something to discuss with you, you——"

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Kan Ruifeng's body stiff, the man asked with concern, "General, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yingcheng also raised his head: "Is Grandpa Kan feeling unwell?"

Kan Ruifeng swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, almost shedding tears: "Grandpa Kan is fine."

Afterwards, he raised his head and stared directly at the uninvited guest opposite him with his dark eyes——

You better be fine!