With the celebration of the New Year in Yecheng, there are also fast horses from Chang'an.

The little emperor changed the yuan to Xingping in this year, which was the first year of Xingping. It seems that the emperor who is in the ninth and fifth years can only show some existence in the world when he changes the era name, at least the princes of the world do not have the slightest coveting of the era name at present.

"Zhongping, Chuping, Xingping, is the name of the year entrusting the power of the mysterious, but the general trend of the world is reversed?"

The official residence of the Jizhou pastoral guard, the fire is soaring, and the grand sacrifice is underway. Witches with bronze ghost faces dance strangely in the firelight, and the children in the city wear neat military uniforms and hold various weapons to fight with those ghosts and gods who are dressed up as disasters and disasters, and the military music and dance at night are full of killing atmosphere, and the atmosphere exudes unknown mystery and divinity.

Yan Bei's frivolous ridicule was incompatible with the grand sacrifice, but he deliberately lowered his voice, and only a few people on the left could hear it. Han Fu was already surprised by Yanbei's disrespectful royal family's words, and when he heard the words, he just shook his head helplessly, looked at the bonfire and said: "The first emperor changed the Yuan Zhongping because of the Yellow Turban, hoping to be calm; can pacify the yellow scarf, and come to Dong Gong again, so change the Yuan Chuping; Now in Xingping, Li Guo of Chang'an has not been destroyed, and the war in the Quartet has not stopped. Whether you are happy or not, the old man doesn't know, the peace of Jizhou still depends on you, the general! ”

Sometimes, Yanbei hopes that there are really gods in heaven and earth, not because he wants them to bless him, but because he doesn't want to let those who have passed away dissipate silently in heaven and earth. But more often than not, he reveals his heartfelt ridicule for those who believe in ghosts and gods and those who worship imperial power.

He only knows that there is power and grace, and that there is strength in the heart, and as for those vain prayers...... He, Yan Zhongqing, never worships heaven and earth when he fights!

Does royalty still need to be respected? When people across the world are displaced, what can the royal family do? The little emperor is not diligent and unhappy, and he has been held hostage by this and that since he ascended the throne, what is the use?

"His Majesty the Emperor in addition to the edict to change the Yuan, but also asked Jizhou for money and grain, 2,000 gold, 500,000 stone, saying that the famine in Chang'an has been eaten by people, and the imperial court does not even have the money to issue officials and nobles, waiting for us to help the victims, to the dignitaries and nobles, and order it to be delivered in April." Yan Bei is angry when he mentions the royal family now, and he doesn't even have a good face for Han Fu, so he snorted weirdly, "Dare to ask Han Gong, how can Jizhou be peaceful?" ”

Han Fu's face suffocated when he heard this, and he sneered: "General, the imperial court is asking Jizhou to pay taxes, how can it be called a demand." This, this tax should also be given to the imperial court......"

Han Fu could say it as hard as he could, but he couldn't say it halfway through. He is the pastor of Jizhou, and he knows best what the current situation in Jizhou is, if it weren't for Yanbei to supply Jizhou with grain, Jizhou would have been able to have 500,000 more hungry people in the blink of an eye. In the end, he could only frown and sigh with the bitterness on his face like a nest of melons: "In this year, the fields have been barren for two years, who dares to levy taxes!" ”

Even Yanbei didn't dare to collect taxes in Jizhou, let alone his Hangeun Festival!

Now Jizhou, what is levied is not tax, what is levied is life!

"Guanzhong granary, the rich land of Sanfu in the world, was made into a miasma by those Xiliang soldiers and the people of Bingzhou, and even the people in Chang'an City can be hungry to eat people......" Han Fu jumped to his feet anxiously, this edict was not issued to the former general's mansion, it was sent to his Jizhou pastoral mansion seriously, this is his business, but can he do it? After scolding the Liangzhou soldiers and the people of Bingzhou, he could only smile and say to Yanbei: "General Zhongqing, do you think it's okay to allocate more grain and grass from Youzhou?" ”

Yan Bei, who was extremely righteous, spread his hands, smiled at Han Fu, and said: "The imperial court is leviing taxes from Jizhou, but they don't want taxes from Youzhou. ”

I can't help a fart!

Just because of the conquest of Jizhou, not to mention that Jizhou has no grain now, it is to return to the inexhaustible wealth of grain and grass three years ago, can Han Fu be the master? With Yanbei in Jizhou, he is at best a Wei County Taishou, who can he control in other counties!

"General Yan, the military and political power in Jizhou is all yours, you can't die without help!" Han Fu is a court official who came from the period of stability, and he has not experienced many wars, but he still has enough awe for the court, for fear that the court will be angry, and he said to Yanbei in vain: "I know that there is grain in Youzhou, you can do it, and then allocate 500,000 stone to come, I can't buy it according to the price of grain in Youzhou?" ”

"Purchase grain and grass, Brother Wenjie, last year alone, Youzhou sent more than one million stone grains and grass to Jizhou, even according to the grain price of Jixian County, it will cost 30,000 gold, and if it is according to the grain price of Jizhou, it will be hundreds of thousands of gold." Yan Bei squinted his eyes at Han Fu and sneered, "Wei Jun, can you afford it?" ”

More than 200 yuan and one stone, the cheapest corn can be sold from Youzhou to Jizhou, where the price can be more than ten times more than tenfold, in other words, only last year, Yanbei relieved the people of Jizhou and threw hundreds of thousands of gold equivalent grain in vain.

Han Fu didn't know that he put forward the idea of buying grain from Youzhou, and committed a big taboo in his life - he couldn't do business with Yanbei and negotiate business.

Because Yanbei never loses money.

"General, Prince, Duke Yan! Don't you know, many of the three elders in the countryside of Wei County call you Yan Gong, and the elders in their seventies and eighties say that you are their reborn parents, and you have to save me! ”

"Okay, you don't need to buy food in Youzhou. But Han Gong, you also know that Yan wants to take the imperial court to Yecheng. Yanbei shook his head slightly, Jizhou will definitely not be able to take out this money and grain, but Yanbei must be the boss of this injustice, because he wants the imperial court to move the capital to Yecheng. You do what I say, Yan guarantees that the court will not be angry with you, how about it? ”

Han Fu paused, his mind was no longer on the ceremony, he stood closer to Yanbei, and asked, "How to do it?" ”

"When you go back, you will write to the imperial court, explain the situation in Jizhou, and tell them that there is no food." Yanbei must come up with this money and grain, but he is unwilling to use this money and grain to support Li Dao, Guo Yan, Fan Chou's soldiers and horses, not to mention that this is not a loss-making business in his opinion, just like the grain to Ji let him get the hearts of the people, he has to find a way to make this grain delivery not lose money, and even seek the most desired benefits from it. Yan Bei said in a deep voice: "Let's just say that after you discuss with me, my Youzhou Thorn History Department is willing to send grain to serve the royal family, but the distance is too long, and the loss is too great, and 500,000 stone grains are transported from Youzhou to Chang'an, and they are eaten up before they arrive, so they can only take the waterway." ”

"But when the water passes through Tongguan, it flows westward and cannot be sent to Chang'an." Yan Bei squinted his eyes, and finally said what he really thought in his heart, "Suggest the emperor, return the capital to Luoyang." ”