Chapter 1556: House Fight

The Emperor looked at Zhou Shuren approvingly, "Last year, many people in our country starved to death due to food shortages. I am very sad. This year, the whole country is frugal just to save food for the people. As Marquis Zhou said, our country can't give much food."

So first come first served, don't hesitate.

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, feeling excited. Why? Because the envoys from more than a dozen countries spoke Chinese, so there was no need for translation this time. It was obvious that they had studied Chinese very hard in the past few years.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that the envoys from various countries still used their own language when talking to each other.

The emperor sat comfortably on the fishing platform. Nowadays, whoever has food and absolute weapons is the boss. The emperor is not in a hurry. If it weren't for the envoys from various countries urging him, he would have wanted to delay for some time.

Old Lord Wen was depressed. The emperor trusted Zhou Shuren too much, and the tacit understanding between the monarch and his subjects made him feel powerless. He really didn't understand. There were many talented people in the dynasty, but the emperors of two dynasties only valued Zhou Shuren. No, there was also the prince. The prince was particularly diligent in going to the Ministry of Revenue. He was so diligent that he wanted to go to the Ministry of Revenue to block the prince. Just thinking about it made him want to vomit blood.

The prince took a step forward after receiving his father's hint, "My Lords, the people of various countries are waiting for food to save their lives."

Zhou Shuren's eyes were filled with sarcasm. Some countries were for the people, while others were for the powerful. The food they received in return was divided up layer by layer, leaving very little in the hands of the people. In the end, the people still had to rely on themselves.

Zhou Shuren took over the conversation and warned people to do the same. "Everything is possible only if we are alive. If we wait until the hungry people riot, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to return home."

Everyone in the hall wanted to look at Zhou Shuren. Zhou Shuren smiled slightly, as if the dangerous words just now were not said by him.

The emperor clenched his palms, and he thought of his father's dream again. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Only when the people live in peace can the imperial power be stable. He was not afraid. With Zhou Shuren, the imperial power was now very stable.

The envoys from various countries had their ambitions to argue shattered and lost their momentum in an instant. Some of them were even very anxious, which showed that the ruling authorities had oppressed and enslaved the people to a great extent.

Everything went smoothly afterwards. With someone taking the lead, people gradually selected the items they wanted to exchange, and some people still needed to think about leaving the palace.

The emperor was dissatisfied, "They actually used rice, flour and other fine grains to exchange for coal, and not even a single grain was exchanged for minerals."

Mr. Wen, "The initiative is in our hands. The coal can only be exchanged for coarse food."

Zhou Shuren stopped interrupting and let others discuss the rest of the matter.

At Prince Liang’s Mansion, Rongchuan brought his son to see Prince Liang.

King Liang was extremely surprised, "Why did you come back?"

This man had suffered in his childhood, but now he has all the wealth and prosperity he lacked before. He feels grateful for Rongchuan's good luck.

Rongchuan, "I was bored at home, so I wanted to go out for a walk. Fourth brother also knows that I went to the grassland. A lot of things happened in the grassland. I was supposed to go to the battlefield, but in the end Fourth brother went there. I never had the chance to listen to Fourth brother talk about the battlefield. Now I brought my son here to listen."

King Liang did not think much about it. Although he was not in the capital, he also knew the difficulties of dividing the grassland states. This person started a killing spree and went to the temple to cultivate himself after returning. "If you don't find it annoying, I will be happy to talk to you."

Ze'er smiled and said, "Uncle, your nephew will pour you some tea."

Prince Liang groaned, "I can still drink the tea poured by the Prince of Qin. Your other uncles must be jealous."

This is the emperor's beloved grandson. Although they are all grandsons of the emperor, they are divided into different levels because of the emperor's preference. It is difficult for his son to see his father, and even at family dinners, the emperor will not pay attention to him.

Ze'er, "My nephew is the younger generation, and it is the responsibility of the younger generation to pour tea for the elders."

Prince Liang felt sad because this was the grandson that his father had brought up and taught, and his father's heart was given to the legitimate son.

Rongchuan sensed his fourth brother's emotions but said nothing. The relationship between the legitimate and illegitimate children was always at odds with each other, and he would not try to comfort a fake one.

The King of Liang soon lost his temper and recounted what happened on the battlefield in Northeast China. "The artillery was so powerful that it took away many lives like mincing meat. The scene was very shocking."

When the artillery was used, he was also shocked for a long time.

King Liang really had no one to talk to, and it was rare for Rong Chuan to come to see him. They talked for a long time and expressed a lot of his thoughts. "If I were not in poor health, I would definitely build up the Northeast before returning."

Rongchuan just smiled and said, "Stop dreaming. If you still want to build it well, your brother will not agree. "Now there are more and more foreign people gathering at the border. It will be a problem sooner or later. It is better to solve it early to avoid trouble later."

He paused and continued, "There are unusual movements in the two countries on the northeastern border."

When Prince Liang heard this, he narrowed his eyes. This news had not spread, which showed that it was a secret. The emperor really trusted his brother. He lowered his eyes and said, "Have some tea."

Rongchuan achieved the purpose of this trip and clinked his glasses with a smile.

At the Wu Mansion, Zhu Lan received the news and came to see Song Lan, "Is the child okay?"

The frost on Song Lan's face disappeared, "Old Madam, you are here. I am sorry to have worried you."

Zhulan's hand had already touched the child's forehead. This was Wu Ming's youngest son. "How could such a healthy child fall down?"

Song Lan wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "This child is a playful one. He wanted to go out in the middle of winter. I didn't keep an eye on him for a while, and he fell off the stairs. Fortunately, he knew to protect his head and wore the thick cotton pants you sent him, so he didn't get hurt but was frightened."

Zhulan's heart was pounding. She liked Wu Ming's legitimate son very much. He was strong and sturdy. The child was also diligent in coming to the Zhou Mansion. When he heard that she was injured, he hurried over. However, she was not Wu Ming's mother after all. "The affairs of this mansion are still handed over to you."

Song Lan was furious. She didn't take the concubine seriously, even if she was given to Wu Ming by someone else. As long as she had a son, she would be happy. She had never treated the concubine harshly when she was pregnant. There was no need. She was too kind. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

"What did the doctor say?"

"I've already taken some soothing medicine. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Zhulan touched the child's cheek, her face warm, "If it really doesn't work, send the two children to the Marquis' Mansion."

This is what Song Lan planned, but she didn't want to say it out loud first. After all, she was not the mother-in-law. She also wanted to send the child back to her parents' home, but sending the child back to her parents' home would cause a big problem. "Excuse me, godmother."

"What's the problem? There are many children at home, so it's a good opportunity for them to play together."

Zhulan was about to leave after agreeing to send the child over the next day. She was here to see the child, but just as she put on her cloak and before she could go out, she heard someone shouting outside, "Madam, help me! Madam, help me!"

Zhulan, "......"

The old lady must be calling her! Although she really wants to watch the fight up close, she doesn't want to get involved with her identity.

Song Lan's face turned dark. How many people in this mansion had been bribed? They were so well-informed.

Zhulan cleared her throat and said, "I'm not going out for now."

She could still hear the shouting. What a bad old woman! She shouldn’t cover her mouth!