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Six hundred and thirtieth chapters poison plan

This is a plan.

Achievement will be successful, no success will be successful.

How can you kill Wu Nian by success? Failure will make Wu Nian more powerful?

This is very strange. Chun Yuan subconsciously felt that it was not a good plan. But now he had no other choice but to wait for Wu Nian to make a move first and deal with it when he saw it.

Especially the idiot Wang Zhongbi, who was almost a thousand miles apart from Xiong Wuwo. He had no way to attack Wu Nian from north to south.

Whether it is a good or a bad one, it doesn't matter if it's a good idea.

"Don't worry. Let's hear it." Chun Yuan said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Prince. Now Wu Nian has successfully sought rain, and his prestige is at its peak. And it seems out of reach. However, this year's drought has caused the entire Liaodong to be affected. We have the imperial court to support it in the rear, Wang Zhongbi has the support of the State of Chu, but Wu Nian has no support."

Qin Zhen nodded gently, looked left and right, and whispered.

"Of course I know this. Wu Nian's biggest problem is that there are too few cities and too thin land. This time, the drought made him almost break his back. But with his current prestige, the people will not cause trouble. Moreover, he bought food and protected fertile land and crops. Although this year is a hard year, he will definitely last until next autumn."

Chun Yuan sighed and shook his head and said. Wu Nian was so smart and prepared for the future. He bought a batch of grain from Goguryeo, Chu and Fusang.

By the time he realized that it was already one step late when the blockade was blocked. Wu Nian was even more beautiful in dealing with drought. He dealt with locusts, protected crops that could be protected, and abandoned crops that could not be protected.

No matter what, Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture will not be completely lost.

pretty.

depressed.

This guy is like a cockroach. He can't die in a war and God can't deal with it. It's really like the fate of heaven.

Damn it.

"The prince is right. If there is no external pressure, Wu Nian will definitely last until next autumn, even more than enough. But what if there is external pressure?"

Qin Zhen narrowed his eyes, and there was a vicious look in it, and he looked up and said.

"What kind of external pressure?" Chunyuan's eyes lit up and he humbly asked for advice.

"First of all, Nanhai Prefecture. Wang Zhongbi embezzled military supplies, and the money could not be in harmony with Wang Zhongbi. It was a mess. They couldn't do it well. Now Nanhai Prefecture can basically confirm that it is dead from a drought. When the people can't survive, the government will set up a porridge factory to serve porridge."

"According to Wang Zhongbi's temper, the officials of Chu State would not have been able to make some money? The people would definitely not be able to survive by eating thin porridge."

"The prince can send people to lurk in the Nanhai Mansion, gather refugees, rush to Yingqing Mansion, Guangchuan Mansion, and eat Wu Nian's food."

"The prince himself also got a group of refugees and went to the two palaces. As long as 500,000 refugees can eat Wu Nian."

"And Wu Nian regards himself as Yan Han, and it is impossible not to accept the people."

"After he is eaten, he will be defeated."

Qin Zhen continued to squint his eyes and said in a cold tone. Wu Nian is known for his cruel treatment of the Han people who surrendered to the Mongols. He is a governor of Liaodong and is very afraid that Wu Nian will gain power.

I really want to get rid of Wu Nian and then go quickly.

But he never had a chance. This time he keenly noticed Wu Nian's problem and pointed it out to the point.

I want to kill Wu Nian with one blow.

The splendor in Chunyuan's eyes flashed immediately, then he restrained himself, sighed and said, "I understand. If Wu Nian is eaten by refugees, it would be killing Wu Nian."

"If Wu Nian holds up this, hundreds of thousands of people flock to Guangchuan Prefecture and Yingqing Prefecture. His strength will be even stronger, which means he will be like a tiger with wings."

"Yes. The key is whether Wu Nian can hold on or not." Qin Zhen nodded, with a look of worry on his face.

This strategy succeeded and failed.

The result is a completely different story.

After hesitating for a long time, Chunyuan gritted his teeth and stood up and said, "What is it doing? It's not a risk? It's better to take a gamble and kill Wu Nian."

"Mr. Qin, please take advantage of Huanglong Mansion and Guangyang Mansion, and you can't even leave a grain of food to Wu Nian."

"I asked the court to send people to operate it. Let Goguryeo strictly prohibit the export of grain. Spread a lot of money to the Fusang pirates on the sea and block the Liaodong waters."

"Send people to operate in Chu State and let Chu State take strict supervision of food."

"I won't give Wu Nian a grain of food, but I will give Wu Nian a half hundred thousand hungry refugees. I will starve him to death."

At the end, Chunyuan's face was ferocious, revealing a cold murderous intent.

He really wanted to kill Wu Nian and was crazy. He took action when it was time to take action. He couldn't drag it on.

"Yes." Qin Zhen exhaled, clasped his fists and responded.

The Mongols began to act, but Wu Nian knew nothing about it.

.............

With the first time, there will be the second time, the third time, and the nth time.

Since it rained, the rain began to increase. The entire Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture no longer need to control the use of water.

When it was dry, even Wu Nian himself had to save water. If he didn't take a bath this summer, the smell on his body was not very pleasant.

Now, you can do whatever you want.

Liu Xiang took this opportunity to pull out her two sons and scrub her bath hard, rubbing out all over the body.

The same is true for Wang Ruyan, Xiaohong, Chen and others. As time passed, even Wu Ting, Wu Yong and Wu Shuang were seven or eight months old.

They are all healthy and strong. They take a bath in summer and take a casual bath. They will not get infected with the cold.

Soon, autumn is coming.

The preserved fertile fields are full of crops. The golden wheat shines in the sun. The heavy wheat ears look so full.

That morning.

Wu Nian led officials such as Liu Zhixing, Wang Youxiao, Li Yong, Zhang Haiping and other officials to an area outside the city to watch wheat.

Liu Zhixing was aware of his skills. He bent down to check the condition of the wheat ears and said, "In another three or five days, you can harvest it."

"This flour can be eaten and wheat bran cannot be wasted. You can mix some rice and make porridge for the people to eat. I don't think they will complain about this condition now."

"I am incompetent. I can only aggrieved the people." Wu Nian nodded and sighed.

"Generals should not belittle themselves. If the general had not taken action, the entire Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture would probably have died of drought. At least half of the crops will be kept until next autumn."

Wang Youxiao's expression was very serious and he said with his fists.

"Youxiao said it right. The general has done a good job." Liu Zhixing nodded in agreement.

Wu Young shook his head lightly, remembering the time when he and Liu Xiang were eating rice with rice bran.

Now, I have successfully made all the people eat rice bran porridge.

It's really hard to describe.

Wu Nian was very pleased to see the crops growing well in the acres, but was also very guilty and felt very complicated.

In Yingqing Prefecture and Guangchuan Prefecture, there was Wu Nian there, which was incredible order and was not chaotic.

People's hearts are stable.

The Nanhai Mansion is different. There are heavy taxes and heavy taxes there, and the people have less grain in their hands. This year, the drought has been drought and the rice prices have soared.

The farmers still have surplus grains, and the residents in the city really have no grain of rice in the rice jar.
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