Li Qinghuan

Song Li seemed to have never heard of it, and continued: "The materials for rebuilding the houses of the common people are a huge amount, and there are hundreds of thousands of food rations for refugees, necessary silver subsidies, and crop seeds for the coming year, just one of them. It will cost an unimaginable amount. Brother Huang can count his pockets. Can the national treasury get it? The money allocated a few days ago is not enough to fill the pockets of local officials, big and small. There is no Anmin tax How do you settle the refugees?"

Song Duan suppressed his anger, and said lightly: "Is it up to me or you?"

Song Li: "Brother Huang! If the disaster relief funds are not collected, what will the common people do? Does Brother Huang really care about the royal face so much?"

Song Duan said coldly: "You take one person at a time. His Royal Highness King Yu has the whole world in his heart. I wish I could be moved. How about I let you be the emperor?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Li was struck by lightning, and he couldn't figure out the reason for a while, so he had to admit his mistake first.So he immediately knelt heavily on the ground with one knee: "The humble minister has exceeded the rules, and the humble minister deserves death."

Song Duan looked at Song Li, rubbed his forehead and said nothing.With a few light words from Song Li, he took a burden that no one wanted to shoulder on his shoulders. He couldn't help but envy Song Li's sense of righteousness that he didn't have.

And a little apprehensive, if this matter is done well, what you will get is the admiration and love of hundreds of thousands of people in Yongzhou.

In the eyes of others, Song Li took over this burden like a ungrateful young man, but Song Duan knew that Song Li would not do anything uncertain since he was a child, and he must have been the first one to bring it up. Think about the countermeasures and make all the plans.Song Duan tried his best to suppress his hostility, and lowered his head to look at Song Li.

Song Li couldn't figure out what Song Duan was thinking. He didn't know why his elder brother not only disagreed with the best solution, but suddenly became so angry. Could it be because of the vain royal face?

He didn't believe it, but now was not the time to ask, so he just knelt on the ground and lowered his head without saying a word.

Song Duan let out a foul breath and forced himself to calm down: "Forget it, you go down first, order me to send someone to your house later."

Song Li hesitated for a moment and said: "I obey the order, but please consider carefully the matter of taxation for the people."

Song Duan seemed to have been touched by a certain switch, and he had a killing intent, and said lightly: "Go down, I have my own plan."

Song Li knew that he couldn't say any more, so he had no choice but to back down.

Song Duan might think about this matter carefully if someone else brought it up, but it was Song Li who brought it up. Song Duan didn't know when he became so narrow-minded and suspicious. He obviously didn't know Song Li's true strength. Geometry is so afraid of him.

Perhaps from the moment he sat on the throne, he was destined to embark on this lonely road.

Song Li only received Song Duan's edict after three days in the palace, and before he could catch up with Panasonic, he brought it up again.

Song Duan posed a big problem for him. The edict clearly stated that he was allowed to raise funds in his own name to settle the refugees, but he could not involve the royal family and the court, and he could not deliberately spread news that would damage the prestige of the court.

Moreover, the amount of silver allocated to him from the treasury is not much, which clearly embarrasses him. How much money can be collected in his name?

My royal brother would alienate him from time to time and even make things difficult for him.

He couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't bother to think about such things. As long as Song Duan still called him A Li, then Song Duan would always be his eldest brother.

Song Lihe signed the edict, snorted coldly to himself, took the edict back to his room, went to the stables to pick a horse, and rode out.

Song Li rode his horse straight to Liu Zijian's small courtyard. Liu Zijian usually stayed here when the family was free.Song Li entered the courtyard gate, but there was no one in the courtyard, so he went into Liu Zijian's room familiarly.

As expected, Liu Zijian was sound asleep in the room, Song Li repeated his old trick, pinching his nose to wake Liu Zijian up.

Liu Zijian opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing Song Li, he was stunned for a moment and shouted, "A Li, you're back! No, how long have you been back before you came to me? That's too much!"

Liu Zijian woke up and dozed off, and sat up: "You can sit however you want."

Song Li looked at the books scattered everywhere, on the table, on the bed, on the stool, and even on the floor, wondering: "Where should I sit?"

Liu Zijian hurriedly opened the quilt: "Sit here. It's a bit of a mess here, but I have a serious reason. Let me tell you, A Li, I studied a weapon illustration a few days ago and discovered a lethal weapon. A very strong crossbow, which should have been passed down by the barbarians, but after I made one according to the blueprint, I found it was too heavy and inconvenient to use right away, so I had to hold it with both hands. I am going to improve it .On the basis of not weakening the lethality, it can be changed into a crossbow that can be used on horseback."

Liu Zijian pointed to a crossbow hanging on the wall, Song Li's eyes lit up, he became interested, strode to the wall and took down the crossbow with one hand, looked at it for a while, weighed it, and said: " It’s indeed a bit heavy, but it’s okay, Zijian, your crossbow is really good!”

Liu Zijian sat on the bed and stared at Song Li dumbfounded: "Did I underestimate your hand strength too much?"

Song Li weighed it again: "It's really not bad, it's not too heavy.

Liu Zijian pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and said dryly, "I may be a fake man."

Song Li didn't know, so he casually hung the crossbow on the wall: "Okay, I'm looking for you today to discuss something serious."

Liu Zijian took the quilt away: "If I'm not mistaken, it's about the refugees, right?"

Song Li was surprised: "How do you know?"

Liu Zijian: "Now that you have gone to the court to listen to the government, the business will no longer be the trivial matter of helping you escape. Since it is a business, I can't help too much. After thinking about it, I can only settle down. The homeless can help you."

Song Li nodded, and told Liu Zijian what happened in the hall that day, and couldn't help but admire Liu Zijian's changes: "It's okay, Zijian, you've only grown so much in such a short time. many."

Liu Zijian was dumbfounded: "In such a short time, my little prince, have you forgotten how long we haven't seen each other? You call half a year such a short time? You ran away in August last year, and it's already April this year." I wonder if you are stupid? The ancient Yunshi don’t look at you for three days, how many three days have we been gone?”

Song Li was a little puzzled: "We haven't seen each other for so long?"

Liu Zijian was furious, and scolded: "You don't want to leave, don't you? Seeing sex and forgetting friends!"

Song Li blushed: "What are you talking about? Aren't you talking about business?"

Liu Zijian glanced at him and laughed, "A Li, do you know? You look like a young girl now."

Song Li raised his fist and said angrily, "If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

Liu Zijian immediately confessed: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I won't tease you, let's talk about business and business."

The two are always like this, no matter what the serious topic is, they will always go astray in the end.

Song Li put down his fist: "Okay."

Liu Zijian: "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Song Li hesitated for a moment: "I want you to make an appointment with your father for me."

Liu Zijian suddenly jumped up from the bed: "My father? You actually want to see my father? Your Highness King Yu, have you forgotten that you are notorious? My father is very impressed with you."

Song Li understood that Liu Zijian was talking about the last time he took Liu Zijian away from the Yinchun Tower, and he couldn't help but feel guilty: "It's not all your fault, you didn't let me see your father sooner, and you didn't leave him a good time." impression."

Seeing his expression, Liu Zijian was aroused with goosebumps, and said vigilantly: "It's easy to be misunderstood when you talk like this. It's like meeting your in-laws. Haven't you left a good impression on him yet? He's been busy all these years. I don't touch the ground, I don't see him very often, although it has improved a lot in recent years, but I still have to punish him every time we meet."

This is indeed the case. Song Li and Liu Zijian have known each other for eight years and often hang out together. It is true that Liu Yan has never seen Liu Zijian take care of him.

But every time Liu Zijian said that his father came back, it was after he was beaten.

In the past few years, Liu Yan came back more often, and Liu Zijian suffered more beatings, so he simply lived in this small courtyard and did not go home.

This is also the reason why Song Li and Liu Zijian haven't seen his father in eight years of acquaintance, and there is no chance if they think about it.

Li Zhuxuan was different from Song Li, Liu Yan and Li Ze were childhood brothers, they entered Yudu together to rush for the exam, in the end Li Zezhong failed in the rankings, Liu Yan failed the ranking, one entered the court and became an official and rose steadily, and the other started from scratch and became rich.

From this point of view, the two families are considered family friends, so it is not surprising that Li Zhuxuan met Liu Yan.

Seeing him in a daze, Liu Zijian stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of him: "What are you thinking?"

Song Li shook his head: "It's nothing, let's get down to business."

Liu Zijian nodded: "Why do you want to see my father?"

Song Li didn't make any detours, and said bluntly: "The disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court are not enough, I would like to ask the old man to come forward to help raise funds from rich merchants in Yudu."

Liu Zijian: "Shouldn't you go to your Ji Qing for this kind of thing? He is the God of Wealth of the merchants in Yudu."

Song Li shook his head: "I've troubled him too much, I'm really embarrassed."

Liu Zijian: "Hey, yo, His Royal Highness King Yu, who is as thick-skinned as the city walls of Yudu, is still embarrassed?"

Song Li glared at him.

Liu Zijian touched his mouth awkwardly, and said again: "Don't worry, he will definitely not think you are troublesome, maybe he wants you to trouble him more. And this kind of thing is related to the lives of tens of thousands of people , what are you talking about, is it troublesome or not?"

Song Li didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and asked, "Just tell me, will you help me with this?"

Liu Zijian said happily: "Help! Of course! But I'm not sure when I'll see my father. But even if you don't tell him, he will definitely give the money. After all, he and Mr. Li Zeli are old acquaintances and have known each other for many years." Best friend."

Song Li: "I know, but this is far from enough. If hundreds of thousands of refugees want to settle down, the material resources, manpower, and financial resources required to settle down are definitely beyond what ordinary people can afford. What I want is to gather the strength of everyone to make this Hundreds of thousands of people have re-established roots in Yongzhou."

Liu Zijian clicked his tongue and joked, "You don't want to guard the frontier for the Great Wei? I remember you said when you were a child that your lifelong dream is to be a man like General He. He is so heroic and coquettish. .”