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Chapter 209 Everything is ready, only the money is missing

Zhou Chang just collected his thoughts.

The Emperor's face became even more gloomy: "Although victory in the war is a great joy, there is a sudden outbreak of plague in West City. What do you think about this matter? How should we solve it?"

Less than two days after basking in the victory of the war, he received news of a plague in West City. This was quite a lot for the old man.

Prince Rong asked, "Although it was reported only two days ago, I'm afraid it has been spreading for some time before that. Epidemics have occurred from time to time over the years. Could it be that the Imperial Hospital can't come up with an effective prescription?"

Shangshu Ling Ding Mao was dejected: "It's difficult. The symptoms of each epidemic are different, and the prescription from last time is not applicable this time."

Prince Rong nodded and sighed, "Alas, my Dalin has been hit by many disasters in the past year. First, there was a flood in the south of Peishui River, and then there was a sudden heavy snowfall in the north. I finally recovered the three states of Ji, Shu and Mai, but I didn't expect the plague to come again. I don't know if it's because too many people died in the war. The killing was too heavy, the killing was too heavy."

"That's right, Your Majesty," Tianjiansi Liu Mu stood up and agreed, "I observed the celestial phenomena last night and found that this is a warning from heaven. I suggest that the court should hold a ritual to pray for the souls of the dead who died on the battlefield and the people who died in this war."

Emperor Lin did not express his opinion again.

Prince Rong seemed to have a plan in mind: "Father, I think it is better to build a pagoda than to perform a ritual. This way, we can offer sacrifices and suppress evil spirits, and we can also suppress natural disasters and floods."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the ministers began to discuss.

Zhou Chang watched coldly, not knowing what this group of people were going to do.

But when it comes to the epidemic, Prince Yi's consciousness and memories come flooding back.

The former Prince Yi had also witnessed with his own eyes the pain his biological mother, Concubine Lan, suffered from illness.

Lanbin's illness became more and more serious, and the more serious it became, the more precious medicinal materials she needed.

At that time, Concubine Lan had almost spent all her savings, but her condition still showed no improvement. She could only support herself with her weak body when facing Prince Yi, and gave him all her last bit of love and tenderness.

Concubine Lan often told Prince Yi about her childhood experiences outside the palace and the hardships and difficulties faced by the people outside. She also told Prince Yi not to be arrogant because of his status as a prince, nor to feel inferior because of his low birth in the palace. He should cherish his status, respect his status, and make use of his status, and when he grows up, he should comfort the sufferings of the people.

Feeling the surge of Prince Yi's consciousness, he must want to do something about the epidemic.

Zhou Chang understood, but was conflicted because she had no money left.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Shangshu Ling Ding Mao also said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Rong's idea is good, but the national treasury is empty. Whether it is to build a tower or suppress the epidemic, the court is in urgent need of a large sum of money."

Prince Rong hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, for the sake of the country, I have a piece of land next to the Dafu Temple in the East City that I am willing to donate for the construction of the tower. However, the cost of building the tower is not cheap, and it is difficult for me to do it alone."

"It would be great if His Royal Highness Prince Rong could donate the land." Minister of Works Jia Rui said from below, "This would save a lot of money, but even if we have the land, it will still cost a lot of money to build the tower."

"If that's the case, it couldn't be better." Liu Mu from the Tianjian Division echoed.

"All your suggestions are good." The emperor finally spoke, but his focus was always on money. "But the treasury is empty. What can you do?"

When the topic of money came up, everyone shut up at the same time.

Zhou Chang couldn't help but sneer in his heart. These people talked about money all the time. At first glance, they seemed no different from her.

However, she wanted the silver because she wanted to spend it on helping the people suffering from the epidemic, but these people wanted to use the silver to build a tower, hoping for the blessing of the illusory gods.

After a while, Prince Duan spoke again: "Just now, I mentioned the matter of 'crime silver'. Now it can be put to use. Why not let Lord Pei decide the sentence and see how much 'crime silver' Yuan Yu should be fined."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded.

"It's against the fairness of the bet." Zhou Chang knew that the situation was not good, but he still had to speak up.

When it comes to the lack of money, no one is at a loss and can only target the "fat sheep" of the Yuan family.

Emperor Feng Xun was even more excited and asked the Minister of Works Jia Rui: "Mr. Jia, how much does it cost to build a tower?"

Jia Rui took a step forward, made a rough estimate in his mind, and bowed, saying, "If His Royal Highness Prince Rong is willing to donate land next to the Dafu Temple, it would cost about one million taels of silver."

One million taels?

It was the first time that Zhou Chang heard the Minister of Works speak, and he was so surprised that he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The Minister of Works, Jia Rui, looked to be over sixty years old, with triangular eyes, a goatee, and a stern old man. At first glance, he looked like a frightened goat, but once he opened his mouth, he was talking about millions of taels of silver.

Emperor Lin looked at Shangshu Ling Ding Mao again and said, "Mr. Ding, how much silver do you estimate is needed to treat the epidemic in Xicheng?"

Ding Mao bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the epidemic has just begun. There is no cure yet, and it is unknown whether it will spread widely in the future. It is really difficult to estimate, but according to past records, it will cost at least hundreds of thousands of taels of silver."

Emperor Lin began to have a headache.

Zhou Chang's heart tightened. This was not a good sign.

Prince Duan fired another big shot: "Father, didn't Lord Ding say at the court this morning that in order to boost people's morale and show the court's care, a prince should be sent to step forward? I propose that the task of managing the epidemic be given to Prince Yi."

Ok?

Before Zhou Chang could react, Prince Rong had already defended him: "Governing the epidemic is related to the safety of Jindu and the people. Moreover, the imperial palace is also in Jindu. If it cannot be contained in time, it may eventually threaten the safety of my father. This cannot be taken lightly. Prince Yi has never participated in government affairs and has no experience in governance. How can he take on this important task?"

Since Prince Duan had spoken, he had already thought of what to say: "Brother Prince Rong, don't worry too much. No one is born knowing how to do things. Prince Yi is not young anymore. As a prince, he should learn to share his father's worries. Moreover, Prince Yi has an advantage in dealing with the epidemic that others don't have."

"What advantages?" Emperor Lin also became interested.

"Father, how could you forget that just half a year ago, Prince Yi was still refining frostbite ointment." Prince Duan was looking at Emperor Lin, and his chin was still pointing at Zhou Chang. "Now that West City is in crisis due to the epidemic, the court is not only short of money, but also food and medicine. Others may not be able to raise so many medicinal materials in a short period of time, but Prince Yi will have no problem."

"I have a problem. I can't do it." Zhou Chang just lay down.

Prince Duan's chin was smiling, and there was no doubt of good intentions no matter how you looked at it: "Ninth brother, you are being modest. Now everyone knows the relationship between you and the Yuan family, and who in the world doesn't know the financial strength of the Yuan family? The Yuan family's business is all over the world, including many herbal medicine shops and clinics..." "Stick to stable updates...

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