Shortly after the good news reached the capital, Zhao Xin's imperial carriage also arrived in the capital.
No matter what the atmosphere in the capital is, whether it is undercurrents or stormy.
Regardless of whether the people and the noble families in the capital city are looking forward to or fearing their king.
Their monarch, the Emperor of Qin, returned as scheduled.
Although it was as expected, it was sudden for some people.
I had hoped that the emperor could be delayed for another two days, but who knew that the emperor was so fast. Just a moment ago, there were rumors that the emperor was offering sacrifices to the Mountain and River Seal in Dahuang County.
The next moment, they heard that the emperor's carriage was less than a hundred miles away from the capital.
So much so that many people couldn't help but be stunned.
"You're back, why so soon?"
Then they couldn't help but look at each other, looking unhappy... Many actions had not yet been implemented.
"Is the news accurate?"
Someone asked unwillingly.
Although the messenger understood the questioner's feelings, he could only smile wryly and said, "It's not a question of whether it's certain or not. Cui Luan, Liu Muzhi, and the others have already left the capital to welcome them."
When people hear this, they will probably smack their lips and be speechless.
Everyone was silent for a while.
Someone said, "He's back, so what? The emperor is also a human being, what is there to be afraid of?
Do you still want to regret it now?"
The person who spoke was none other than Nangong Shang, the young prince of the Nangong family.
He and Han Zhuowu developed a strategy, but the implementation was not smooth.
He tried to persuade the elders of the Nangong family, but the answer he got was noncommittal.
Now the emperor's sudden return caught him off guard.
"My young lord, you are too kind."
Faced with his aggressive questioning, the others present felt a little embarrassed.
The old man sitting in the main seat smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter whether you regret it or not. But are you and Mr. Han sure that such an action can really make the emperor give in?"
When the old man asked this, everyone looked at Nangong Shang and Han Zhuowu.
Han Zhuowu, who had not spoken at first, smiled calmly at this moment, and said with a wise attitude: "Don't worry, everyone, although it rained twice in the capital in the past ten days.
However, this severe drought started since the beginning of spring. It is already July now, and the crops that should have died from drought have already died. This disaster is inevitable.
Even though the emperor was powerful, Cui Cen had already squandered the court's wealth during his years in power.
Now the Shaofu and Taicang are both empty.
Whether he wants to provide disaster relief or suppress public grievances, who else can he rely on if not you?"
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but laugh, "This is a very kind thing to say."
Someone else frowned and said, "Mr. Han, you've probably forgotten that during the previous campaign of knocking on the palace gate, the wealthy families in the capital offered at least millions of dan of rice to redeem the children who participated. Since then, wealthy families from other counties have gradually come to the capital to redeem their children, and the amount they have offered should be no less than one million dan."
After hearing this, everyone's expression changed again.
Many people nodded and said, "Indeed, I almost forgot about this. It seems that the emperor had planned this all along. He probably collected rice and grain just for this day."
"Haha, Han personally participated in this matter, how could he forget it?"
Han Zhuowu laughed heartily upon hearing this, waving his feather fan in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, saying, "The emperor is indeed far-sighted in this regard.
However, several million dan of rice and grain could be enough to deal with the capital, but if the three continents of Ji, Yong and Qi were added, it would be a drop in the bucket.
Besides, disaster relief and comforting refugees are not things that can be done overnight, and don’t these things require people to do them?”
Han Zhuowu deliberately dragged out the last word in his sentence, making it seem somewhat meaningful.
Everyone present immediately understood what he meant and nodded again.
Yes, the emperor wants to provide disaster relief, so someone has to distribute the rice to the people. Who are these people? Aren’t they still these people?
By that time, wouldn’t the rice be back in their hands?
"Mr. Han is indeed able to see the big picture from the small details."
"Even though the emperor thinks he's clever and actually uses such despicable means to extort money and grain from us, he probably couldn't have imagined that the grain would eventually return to us."
"Tomorrow, I will submit a petition to the court requesting disaster relief!"
Everyone seemed to have forgotten their original intention and were thinking about how to get back the rice that was "extorted" by the emperor.
However, some people were a little worried, "Will this force the imperial court into a corner? What if..."
"So what if they push us to the limit? Does the imperial court really want to break off relations with aristocratic families like us?"
"Well, we should always be prepared for the worst. Don't forget, the emperor doesn't play by the rules.
Moreover, if the refugees really flood the country, it will probably cause disaster.”
Among those present, there were still some cautious people who were still a little worried.
Han Zhuowu laughed again and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Refugees are refugees after all, and if there is an overabundance of people, the court will be the first to bear the brunt.
Moreover, our purpose is only to let the court know with whom the emperor is ruling the world.
As long as the imperial court understood that the foundation of the royal family was the aristocratic families, not those peasants and vagrants.
You will naturally understand how to be a good emperor and a sage ruler.
At that time, if the refugees were given a bite to eat, they would naturally return to the land."
When Han Zhuowu said this, everyone nodded and stopped talking.
Only an old man sitting at the head said, "Mr. Han is right, but I wonder how many lives will be in turmoil if this happens. Alas..."
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