"That's it! That's it! Brother Yang is strategizing, and we can't catch him!"
After the head of the Fu family finished speaking, the remaining two heads of the family also understood, and their eyes suddenly lit up with a hint of hope.
Emperor Renxuan wanted to touch them, which was undoubtedly terrible news.
But fortunately, there is still some time to survive.
In fact, as long as the Northern Expedition can be postponed, this period of time may be extended indefinitely.
At least... nothing will happen to them in their generation.
In this case, why don't you worry about the flood.
But some people were still worried and said: "After all, Your Majesty is very talented and resourceful. Will you come up with a way to cure us?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone including Duan Qingyan frowned slightly and looked solemn.
To be honest, Emperor Renxuan seemed to have ignored things for more than ten years and allowed the five major families to grow.
But in fact, the entire court, or the entire Qiandu, was firmly in his hands from beginning to end.
If he hadn't followed Grand Tutor Yang Huai, even if they had ten more courages, they wouldn't have dared to go against His Majesty.
Now these words can be regarded as expressing the deepest worries in their hearts.
Facing Emperor Renxuan, no one dared to relax, and no one dared to underestimate him. It was always right to work hard.
Seeing this, Yang Huai shook his head and said with a smile: "Our Majesty is a very good layout and planning person."
"Since we have been arranged to die in the Northern Expedition, if we are rashly touched before then, I am afraid that the subsequent layout will also be disrupted. For him, the gain outweighs the loss."
"In addition, His Majesty also said in the court this morning that donating food for disaster relief is entirely voluntary."
"Even if we donate less, it is still reasonable. Even His Majesty, I am afraid it will be difficult to find an excuse to do something to us."
"But no matter what, these days I try to be low-key and restrained, but I am always at a loss."
"Especially Lao Fu and Lao Sun, Huamanlou and Manyuanchun look good, but after all, they are doing business and are most likely to get into trouble."
"In the past few days, you two have done your best to restrain the younger members of the family and their respective businesses. If something goes wrong, His Majesty will have the leverage to deal with us."
"Don't say that I'm ungrateful."
When the heads of the Sun family and the Fu family heard this, their hearts suddenly trembled, and they hurriedly said: "Brother Yang, don't worry, I will definitely control the business between the young people in the family and Yongle Fang during these days, and I won't make it difficult for you."
Yang Huai nodded after hearing this.
Seeing this, the head of the Sun family and the head of the Fu family breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they felt quite bitter in their hearts.
The two of them seemed to be one of the top five aristocratic families in Qiandu, with unlimited glory.
But only the two of them knew the bitterness of it.
Over the years, with the rise of the Yang family and the Duan family, most of the profitable businesses and activities have been divided between the two families.
The remaining three of them could only pick up some soup and water to eat.
The Lin family is not bad, they have a long history, abundant capital, and can still sustain themselves.
However, their two families have only just emerged in the past hundred years, and they really cannot survive.
There was no choice but to reach out to Yonglefang and start a flesh and blood business.
Although both Hua Man Lou and Man Yuan Chun are trying their best to package themselves, and from time to time they launch some oiran elections and literati poetry club activities to make this plaque look less rosy.
But in the end, it's still a flesh and blood business.
Compared with a big family like the Yang family and the Duan family, which are deeply entrenched in the court, they will never be able to get on the stage.
But there is no way, this money must be earned.
"In this case, today's night talk ends here. You must be cautious when you return."
…
In recent days, the air pressure in the court has been extremely low.
Three hundred thousand catties of grain have already been collected and sent to Canglan County.
But whether it was the Zhenbei King's Office or the Canglan County Sheriff's Office, they were constantly handed over information.
It all boils down to one thing: not enough!
Thirty years ago, Emperor Renxuan and King Zhenbei joined forces to purge the world and restore order.
The atmosphere in the officialdom has improved a lot since then, but even in such a peaceful and prosperous age, some unhealthy tendencies are difficult to eradicate.
For example: corruption!
Three hundred thousand kilograms of grain were distributed, even if Emperor Renxuan sent an imperial envoy to follow and supervise carefully.
But what can really fall into the hands of ordinary people is probably less than 200,000 kilograms.
How long can two hundred thousand kilograms be carried?
A month?
Or half a month?
Or is it shorter?
When a big disaster strikes and people don't have enough to eat, people gather together, which may lead to rebellion.
After all, the last large-scale rebellion was just thirty years ago.
This trend has not completely passed away yet.
If the people of Canglan really rebelled, King Zhenbei would be on the side, and they would naturally be able to suppress them extremely quickly.
Do you want military pay? Do you want military rations?
Disaster relief has already cost a fortune. If another sum were spent, how could the Northern Expedition be carried out?
Before the war even started, money and food were at the bottom.
This was something Emperor Renxuan could not tolerate.
But no money means no money, no food means no food. No matter how talented and wise you are, you cannot just create money and food.
So the only way is to squeeze the oil from the five major families!
This oil must be squeezed now. In other words, it cannot be too late, it must be as soon as possible, otherwise no one can be sure of Canglan's situation.
It's just that everyone who can hang out in this court is an old man, let alone the heads of the five major families.
They seemed to know that the emperor was going to attack them in the near future, so they kept a very low profile both in their behavior and in their behavior.
Led by Grand Tutor Yang Huai, they huddled together to keep warm.
For a time, Emperor Xuan, who was as powerful as Ren, was unable to do anything with this group of people.
In this way, days passed under increasingly lower pressure.
…
It's day and night.
Manna Hall.
It was already late at night, but the candles in the Manna Hall were brightly lit when the candles should have been extinguished.
Young princes wearing python robes and court officials wearing scarlet robes arrived one after another.
There was doubt in each other's eyes, but also full of concentration.
"Are you all here?" Emperor Renxuan cleared his throat and said calmly.
There were four people coming, namely the prince Xiang Baichuan, the second prince Xiang Longyuan, and two of the three princes, Prime Minister Wei Qing and Taiwei Zhang Lang.
"Those who are present today are either members of my royal family or my close ministers. Please tell me what you think about the Canglan flood."
When Prince Xiang Baichuan heard this, his heart suddenly trembled.
Emperor Father has made it clear that those present are either members of the royal family or close ministers.
However, only two of the three princes and one prince came to the court.
It can be seen that the actions of the five major families during this period did leave a bad impression on the father.
But...as the prince, the civil servants of the five aristocratic families headed by Yang Huai are his indispensable support.
Now that they have hated my father, I am afraid that it will be me who will suffer!
