Hearing Nalen's words, Lenta only nodded and said, "Holy Lord, this thing does exist. But there's no way around it. It is said that the common people are panicking, afraid of having nothing to eat, afraid of starving to death. The lower strata above the landlord level also had this idea. They would have to hoard mutton. ”

"Hmm!" After hearing this, Naleng sighed, and then said, "These guys, aren't they tearing down the stage for me? What does this make those people at the bottom think? Especially those Han Chinese? They will hate me even more. ”

Lenta said: "Holy Lord, among these people, there are not only Han Chinese, but also us Tatars. ”

There is nothing that can be done about this situation. Originally, the Tatar slaves were said to be privileged here, and the Han people were the lowest group of people.

After thinking about it, Naleng asked: "Prime Minister, can Mobei transfer cattle and sheep again?" ”

Hearing this, Lenta shook her head and said, "No, they are all cubs now, and they won't be slaughtered until next year." ”

After listening to Lunta's words, Naleng sighed again and said, "Prime Minister, I thought that when it was time to plant winter wheat, it would rain, but now it seems that God is saying that he is doing it against me!" ”

Lenta also said helplessly: "Say, Holy Lord, it hasn't rained for more than half a year." If the drought continues like this, I am afraid that there will still be no food at all next spring. And don't lose the fastest sweet potatoes this year! ”

Naleng said: "In this way, let alone the common people, even I will be hungry." ”

Lenta said, "Holy Lord, you can't go hungry. No matter how bad Mobei is, there is still no problem with the meat for the royal family. ”

After listening to Lunta's words, Nalen's face sank, and he said, "What's the use of just eating enough?" If all my people starve to death, do you want me to be a bare-bones emperor? ”

Lenta hurriedly bowed down and said, "It's the saint, the minister's words are indeed inappropriate." ”

Na Leng rolled his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said: "As the prime minister, you should think about the common people, and you can't watch them starve to death." Although the Han people are low-class people, they are all living one by one, and besides, I still have to count on them to farm for me. They all starved to death, do you go to the land in Renta? The voice was a little harsh.

Lenta hurriedly said: "What the Holy Lord said is that now it is really said that there is no meat and no food. ”

"I say I know, but you don't know how to buy some from other countries? For example, the Xian Dynasty in the Northeast. Naleng said.

"Holy Lord, what you said is feasible, but the treasury is almost at the bottom, how can there be money to buy food!" Renta said helplessly.

Naleng smashed the table and hung his head helplessly.

There was silence in the side hall.

After a while, Na Leng asked, "Prime Minister, is there no way?" ”

Renta shook her head and said, "There really isn't. Now I can only say that it depends on the sky. If it rains in a month, there is still salvation. ”

Naleng was stunned.

After a while, Lenta said, "Holy Lord, it seems that we can only say that we have waited. Waiting for God to open his eyes. ”

Naleng still didn't speak. Because he has said that there is no way to do it.

"Go down!" After a while, Naleng said.

Lenta said, "The minister is leaving." With that, he withdrew from the side hall.

Naleng sat alone in the side hall, like a stone statue. Now he had to sigh again, the emperor said it was really not good. Think about the past galloping in the desert, never worried about the stomach. But now, except for the south of Tianjiang, when he is still under his control, he has to worry about this food almost every day. Even if it's not a disaster year, don't worry about the army's food and grass.

Needless to say, this is a year of disaster. In fact, he also knows that the army's grain and grass alone now occupy nearly half of the grain. But this is also helpless. The size of the army cannot be reduced in any way. Even if he doesn't cut it, he won't feel safe.

It's really hard! This is the emotion in Naleng's heart now.

It's hard to return, but life still has to be lived. He has now ordered that the palace will now eat two meals a day. Although the people in the palace did not say anything on the surface. But everyone is complaining. It's just that I don't dare to say it explicitly.

Such a difficult day sometimes makes Nalen feel hopeless. In the past, on the battlefield, even if it was said that the battle was big, there was no despair. Now in the face of this powerful and unwieldy state, he is really desperate. Desperate people sometimes want to kill themselves. Despair made him feel extremely painful, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives.

His queen also persuaded him, telling him that the gods of the desert would bless the Great Yang Dynasty.

He only said, "I hope so!" In fact, he knew that these were just words of comfort to him, which sounded good but did not solve the problem.

"This food feels worse than that military disaster! I'm so scared! ”

That's what he often said to himself these days. What he had never been afraid of, he was really afraid of food now. After the loss south of the Tianjiang River, the word grain was the two words that appeared in his ears the most, and his ears were calloused.

In addition to the word food, another thing that made him depressed was that he lost the war. Defeat is never in the dictionary of the Tatars. But now, it's going to be in my ears a lot. Listen distracted. I can't wait to flip the table.

Sometimes he thinks that it is better to give up the throne and return to the desert by himself to continue the life of hunting and nomadism. How free it was to be like that! He thought of the endless desert, of the blue sky. Thinking of your cattle and sheep all over the place, my heart felt a lot more relaxed, and the idea of the desert became stronger and stronger.

Once, he told the queen about this idea, but he was complained by the queen. He stopped talking about it. Then I thought about it, this country was built by the ancestors with blood and sweat. How can you just give up? This is absolutely not a no-no.

What to do? Bear with me, there is no other way. It can only be said that I endured this difficult period of time. I hope that as the queen said, the gods of the desert will definitely bless the Great Yang Dynasty.

The man got up from his chair and walked out of the table into the hall, pacing back and forth. Thinking about good things in my heart. Even though he'd thought about it for an unknown number of times, he still had to think about it.

He couldn't think of it, but he felt that at least he hadn't flinched, and he forced himself to think about it, so that he wouldn't be discouraged. But the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny. When he thought of the actual situation, he had a sad face.

What this emperor did, he was really aggrieved! The return of the financial empire