The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Ning Yi didn't care: "The people of Jiangdong will have a miserable time for a while, but a short pain is worse than a long one. After a while, everything will be fine."

Zeng Rou tried to persuade him, but she didn't dare to give up.

Han Dingtian had just asked the Han family to receive a large batch of grain to be shipped to Jiangdong to sell and make a fortune.

As a result, the Sixth Prince's men sent a letter asking him to store the grain in Jiangdong and not to sell a single grain.

They would even continue to provide him with food and let him transport it to Jiangdong.

All can only be stored.

Han Dingtian was confused: "What does the Sixth Prince mean by giving me food but not letting me sell it?"

“How can I make money from this?”

Yang Long sat in the main seat, his belly as big as if he were five months pregnant, and wondered, "I'm also confused."

"But Brother Han, you will be right if you listen to the Sixth Prince. I will definitely help you earn enough military rations for the North Gate this time."

But a few days later, news came from the Sixth Prince that the second batch of grain would be even larger, hundreds of thousands of stones.

That’s not all. They also asked the Han family to prepare more silver and send it to Jiangdong to ensure that there would be enough cheap food in Jiangdong for them to buy in the future.

"How is this possible?" Han Dingtian racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

The disaster in Jiangdong was so serious that people were starving to death every day.

Chibi is a thousand miles long, and even the bark of the trees has been eaten clean.

Local food prices have already reached a crazy level, can they be lowered again?

Han Shixian despised the Sixth Prince and said with serious contempt, "Dad, don't listen to him. He's just a guy who's just living a life of idleness in the capital."

"Besides relying on his royal status to show off his power, he's actually a loser. How could he possibly understand business?"

"It's better to sell it as soon as possible so that we can earn money and buy military rations."

Han Shixian went to the capital to deliver news to the Fourth Prince, and he actively reported any slight movement on his father's side.

The fourth prince kept asking his father when he would sell the grain and when he would bring the silver back to the capital, so that he could catch the good man red-handed.

As a result, now that my father is taking the grain away and not selling it, isn't it equivalent to helping the Sixth Prince transport disaster relief grain?

Han Shixian was anxiously waiting to catch the Sixth Prince's braid.

Han Dingtian frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "Not at this moment. After all, this grain was given to our Han family on credit by the Sixth Prince."

"Even if it's on credit, it belongs to our Han family." Han Shixian urged: "Dad, as long as you bring the silver back to the Sixth Prince and we take our share, won't the deal be completed?"

"The rest has nothing to do with us. If we wait any longer, we will lose this great opportunity to make money."

Han Dingtian was not in a hurry to listen to his son.

Unable to make up his mind, he went to Yang Long for consultation.

It just so happened that Yang Long was chatting and laughing with Yang Ziqin and his daughter.

Han Dingtian saw her and saluted with a complicated look in his eyes: "Greetings, Princess."

The little girl from the Yang family used to bow respectfully whenever she saw me, but now I have to bow to her first.

Yang Ziqin also politely stood up and gave him the greeting of a junior: "Qin'er greets Uncle Han."

"Haha, we are all family, Brother Han, please sit down." Yang Long smiled and invited Han Dingtian to take a seat.

"Brother, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Han Dingtian glanced at Yang Ziqin with a puzzled look.

Yang Ziqin grew up in the Yang family, so she naturally understood what this look meant.

"Dad, Qin'er will take her leave first."

"Oh, no need." Yang Long waved his fat hand to stop him: "There are no outsiders here."

"Besides, your uncle Han happens to be doing business with the Sixth Prince recently. If there's anything, why not open up and talk."

Yang Long acted as if he had nothing to hide.

He was happy now because Yang Ziqin had just told him that the Sixth Prince treated her very well and they loved each other very much. She also often said that her father-in-law was the pillar of the Great Wu Kingdom and had the talent to be a prime minister.

Yang Long naturally wanted to be the prime minister, otherwise he would not have married into the royal family.

He even targeted the arrogant and domineering Sixth Prince, hoping to use him as a tool.

Seeing that Yang Long said this, Han Dingtian felt that there was no need to hide it anymore. The Han family and the Yang family were tied together, and he didn't believe that Yang Long would harm him.

"Brother, it's like this. Today, the Sixth Prince sent someone with a message, asking me to deliver a second batch of grain to Jiangdong, which is as high as several hundred thousand dan."

"They didn't even allow Han to sell a single grain in Jiangdong. Instead, they told Han to have his family take more silver to Jiangdong, saying that the grain price in Jiangdong was about to plummet and that they could buy rations for an army of 200,000 at a super low price. I'm really unsure, so I came to ask my elder brother."

Yang Long was stunned. This was the first time he heard of this.

People in the disaster-stricken areas were starving. The Sixth Prince was in charge of disaster relief, but when he got there he didn't distribute food or sell it. He just asked them to store it.

Also told Han Dingtian that the market will plummet soon?

The Yang family has been doing business all their lives and has never seen anything like this.

Before Yang Long could make up his mind, Yang Ziqin beside him took the initiative to speak: "Uncle Han, Qin'er thinks that you should listen to His Highness's arrangements."

Han Dingtian looked at her in surprise: "Niece Qin'er, do you know His Highness's plan?"

Now I no longer call her the Crown Princess, but niece Qin'er, which shows that we are a family now, and the Sixth Prince is no longer the main one.

Yang Ziqin is now fully focused on her man.

But she shook her head slightly: "Qin'er naturally doesn't know what His Highness is planning."

"But uncle, Qin'er can guarantee that His Highness will not harm his own people, and even if uncle fails in the end, there will be no loss."

Yang Ziqin is now a little bit in love.

Everything is best when your own man is your own man.

Yang Long laughed and said, "Brother Han, what Qin'er said is correct."

"Of course the Sixth Prince wouldn't harm you. After all, the food you're transporting is on credit from the Sixth Prince."

"If you listen to the Sixth Prince, even if you suffer a loss, it won't be your fault. However, I still think that if you follow the Sixth Prince's instructions, he won't speak without thinking."

Ning Yi's several attempts made Yang Long inexplicably convinced.

Since even Yang Long said so, Han Dingtian had no choice but to do so. After all, in the end, his Han family would not owe anything.

After several consecutive shipments of relief grain to Jiangdong, the relief grain gathered in the capital was almost emptied.

Ning Yi suddenly ordered the Intelligence Department to take a lot of silver and go south to Jiangdong to buy food as rations for the new recruits.

This surprised everyone.

I really don't know what Your Highness is up to. Since you want to spend money to buy military rations, why don't you buy them from other places?

Or you can just move the relief grain directly. Anyway, the relief grain belongs to you now. Who cares if you move a batch away?

Transporting the grain to Jiangdong and then going to Jiangdong to buy it is like taking off your pants to fart.

But Ning Yi insisted on doing this, so everyone had to do it.

Ning Yi called the shopkeeper of Zuixian Garden again and asked, "How much grain did Lao Si transport to Jiangdong?"

The shopkeeper had already prepared the materials and placed them in front of Ning Yi: "This is the information that this old servant has carefully investigated. Your Highness, please review it."