Xu Xian didn't say anything, he actually felt the changes between the world.

But this change came too quickly, so fast that it caught him off guard.

Although I have told my sister to purchase more grain, there are still terraces that can be used as a guarantee.

But Xu Xian still felt worried, and the historical experience of all dynasties told him.

Once a long drought occurs, famine and unrest will inevitably occur.

Famine and unrest bring about large-scale death.

"The Ministry of Revenue hopes that Hui brother can return to Beijing to report his work next year, and it is probably Qiantang..."

He Zirong's voice came slowly, and Xu Xian frowned.

He could guess with his toes at the idea of ​​the Ministry of Revenue. How could Qiantang Mansion be safe from the shortage of food in the capital?

If He Zirong changes away, he will inevitably have a cruel official. The task of this cruel official is to collect food and fodder.

Collect food and fodder by any means.

Xu Xian knew that He Zirong could not do such a cruel official, and the court also knew that He Zirong could not do it.

So, they simply asked He Zirong to go back to report on his work.

Then, other people who are more suitable for doing this are transferred directly to Qiantang for business.

"What did senior brother think?!"

Xu Xian asked He Zirong about his opinion directly, but He Zirong was just silent.

He picked up the teacup and placed it gently beside his mouth, and then took a sip before saying.

"For brother, I don't know."

After saying that, he waved his hand: "This is also the reason why I came here. I want to hear your thoughts."

Xu Xian stood up slowly and poured He Zirong a cup of tea.

He whispered: "What is the true meaning of the Sub-Saint?!"

He Zirong was stunned when Xu Xian asked this.

He didn't know, and Xu Xian suddenly asked him what he did.

"The true meaning of the sub-saints is two. One says: Human nature is good. The goodness of human nature is just like water falling down. No one is bad, and no water falling down."

He Zirong nodded, but before he could say anything, Xu Xian continued to say anything.

"The two say: the people are the foundation. The people are the most important, the country is the second, and the king is the least important."

As soon as Xu Xian said this, He Zirong's face changed!

He now fully understood what Xu Xian meant, that is: This Great Zhao Jiangshan doesn’t have to take it to heart.

What is important is that the people of the world and the people of the world are the foundation of the world.

"We must believe in the people and rely on the people. Only the people are the creators of the world, emperors, generals and ministers... Without the people, there is nothing."

He Zirong fell into silence, while Xu Xian put down the teapot in his hand.

He tapped the table with his fingers and looked at He Zirong and sang: "The Emperor's Ancestor has a lesson!

People can get close to each other.

Can't be cut.

The people are the foundation of the country.

Bengu Bangning.”

He Zirong slowly looked up at this time and said in a deep voice: "Shangshu: Song of the Five Sons."

"That's right!"

He Zirong exhaled and nodded heavily to Xu Xian.

It was also at this time that Xu Xian seemed to see He Zirong’s thoughts.

He said to him: "I know what my senior brother is thinking, but... the world is in a great way! Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish!"

He Zirong couldn't help but be a little stunned, but Xu Xian continued to say.

"If the righteousness is here, the senior brother will be killed! Then Chinese should sing and congratulate you!"

Speaking of this, Xu Xian poured tea for He Zirong again.

"But if you die for corruption, what you have learned will be disappointed! The Qiantang Mansion management has shown what your senior brother can do. If the senior brother maintains his useful body, he will cure three Qiantang Mansions... How many people in the world can survive?!"

His words shocked He Zirong.

Xu Xian looked at him and said word by word: "Senior brother! Many times, choosing to live... is more difficult than choosing to die! Choosing to live is more difficult than choosing to die!"

He Zirong raised his fists and said in a deep voice to Xu Xian: "Chinese words are deafening! Don't worry, senior brother will definitely not die lightly!"

Beidi, on the snowy mountain.

Xu Shu held the wine jar in his hand and poured his head high, and said with a smile to the three monks beside him.

"What are you three old guys trapping the old man here for what purpose?!"

The three monks obviously would not lie, but just watched Xu Shu remain silent.

Xu Shu was twisting her gray beard and squinted her eyes at the wind and snow all over the sky.

On the vigorous snowy mountain, the strong wind is like a knife.

The rocks on the mountain have experienced many years of wind and frost, and the slightly fragile ones have long been shattered by the strong wind.

Even now, broken rocks fall from the mountains from time to time.

Xu Shu was wearing a white linen robe and lay half in the snow with her chest bare on her chest.

Let the storm and snowflakes blow on his shriveled chest.

Compared to when he came, Xu Shu looked as thin as he was so thin that he was distorted.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked like a bright moon and made people feel close to each other.

But it also has a hint of undesecration. It is hard to believe that these eyes exist on such a shriveled old man with gray hair and beard.

Moreover, the old man is wearing all over his body, just like an old beggar outside.

"Last year, Bai disaster did not aggravate under the efforts of the young monk and his senior brother."

At this time, a monk clasped his hands at Xu Shu: "This time, please ask Mr. Xu to take action to see if he can save some more poor people on the grassland."

Xu Shu didn't say anything, and the other monk also put his hands together at this time.

"This is also a good thing for the people of Great Zhao! If the disaster intensifies, then Beidi will have to enter the pass to survive!"

Xu Shu couldn't help but sigh.

He knew very well that if the white disaster continued, countless cattle and sheep on the grassland would die in the snow.

At that time, no matter whether Beidi wants or not, he will inevitably launch an attack on Da Zhao.

There is no way, they need to survive.

When people have no food, they have to rob.

This is the instinct of survival, they have to survive.

"The old man is just a student, but he doesn't have the ability to suppress the celestial phenomena."

Xu Shu picked up the wine jar and looked at the three of them, saying, "So if you lose, you three old people are not allowed to say that the old man is not."

It was also at this moment that a female voice came from afar.

"I won't say a word about you, but I will take Beidi's iron cavalry into Dazhao! I will kill as much as I can!"

But I saw a figure slowly walking from the wind and snow.

The three monks clasped their hands together and stood up all of them: "I've seen a great sweat!"

The visitor was the Great Khan of Beidi - Empress Gesang!

The monks in Daxue Mountain still don’t like the fact that the Khan of Beidi is the emperor. They still call it “Khan” according to this ancient custom.

"Gesan, what are you messing around?"

Xu Shu obviously had no choice but to use Empress Gesang, so he put down the wine jar and sighed.
Chapter completed!