After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The news that the Great Zhou was going to go to war with the Tartars in the north had spread to almost every corner of the Great Zhou.

Tall transport ships are docked at Jiangnan Wharf.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, baking the earth.

The dock was filled with steam and the porters were already sweating profusely. Plus the weather was so hot and humid, people fell down one after another due to heatstroke.

In the past, the laborers would have stopped working long ago and gone to the teahouse near the dock to rest and avoid the scorching sun.

But this time, the porters simply moved their fainted companion under the shade of a tree, and then went to the teahouse to get a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water to make him drink it.

After their companions woke up, they continued to go to the dock to move goods.

"Hurry up!" The steward kept urging on the deck, his voice becoming hoarse from shouting for too long.

Shuyao also grabbed a batch of supplies and was boarding the ship: "Second uncle and third uncle, you guys take this batch of food to Hezhong Prefecture. Li Mingde, the chief clerk of Hezhong Prefecture, will meet you there!"

The second uncle nodded: "Does he have enough manpower? Do we need to bring some more laborers?"

"No need. As long as we enter Hezhong Prefecture, there is Baida Express. They will deliver the food to Yunzhou smoothly!"

This time, Shuyao's maternal family sent out all the boats.

Even the old antique in the house, Shuyao's grandfather's first transport ship, was sent out!

My second uncle smiled and said, "Shuyao, don't be so sad. Although the old boat is older than me, Daddy has taken good care of it and maintained it every year. It is in better condition than a new boat!"

Shuyao forced a stiff smile.

At this moment, she was more panicked than anyone else.

If Yunzhou were defeated, the Great Zhou would at most cede territory and pay compensation, but the general and the Su family would be completely finished!

This season is not the right one for going out to sea, as the wind is blowing against you. But Erlang got the news and decided to go out to sea right away!

The third uncle blamed Shuyao a little because of the division of the clan.

The second uncle turned his head away, not looking at Shuyao, and said in a muffled voice: "We didn't make this trip just for your sake! In "The Legend of the Lonely City", the Cao Gang is also a well-known sect! I just don't want to tarnish Cao Bang's reputation!"

Just when all the goods had been loaded onto the ship and were about to set sail, the magistrate of Hangzhou County hurried over in a carriage with dozens of yamen runners.

The county magistrate leaned forward, his face full of anxiety, and shouted loudly: "You can't sail the boat! You can't sail the boat!"

My second and third uncles put down the command flags and looked at the newcomers in confusion.

The county magistrate didn't care that the car hadn't stopped yet, he jumped out of the car and ran over quickly: "Your Majesty has issued an order! All war preparation materials will be requisitioned by Kyoto! Anyone who privately trades more than ten stones will be charged with treason!"

fuck!

"Isn't this nonsense? The transaction of any grain store can exceed ten stones!" The second uncle widened his eyes, not understanding why the government issued such an outrageous decree!

The county magistrate said with a bitter face: "The grain stores are all registered, they don't count. Everyone should understand that this is not an emergency. There is a war going on in the north!"

Shuyao: "We are going to send all this food to Yunzhou!"

"I know, that's why I'm explaining it to you in a nice tone."

The county magistrate wiped the sweat off his head and said, "Even if you can leave Hangzhou, you will be stopped in other prefectures!"

Uncle San didn't understand: "Why not let the people send their own food to Yunzhou? Does Shuozhou's food have to go to Kyoto first, and then be sent to Yunzhou from Kyoto?"

"Yes, that's right, that's right."

Everyone was speechless: "What a waste of time, manpower and resources!!"

County Magistrate: "The government said that if the local government organizes the delivery of supplies to Yunzhou, there will definitely be a lot of fraud in the middle, and even inferior goods may be passed off as good ones, such as mixing sand into wheat!"

"The emperor also said that he couldn't let Duke Yun shed blood and tears! He doesn't have the ability to fight on the battlefield like Duke Yun, but he can guarantee that every bag of wheat sent to Yunzhou is clean, and every knife sent is usable!"

"So the government would rather spend a little more time to ensure the quality of logistics. It just means the officials in Kyoto will have to endure more hardship!"

This reason is quite shocking, but why does it always feel weird? !

Shuyao: "Then what should we do with our food?"

The county magistrate said: "You can send it to Kyoto. Kyoto has set up a new grain collection office, which buys grain at a fair price. Although you won't make a lot of money, you won't lose money either."

Shuyao discussed with Yizu's second and third uncles for a while, and finally decided to send these ships of food to Kyoto.

The same thing happened at another dock in Jiangnan.

The handsome man's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes showed an indescribable annoyance.

He was shirtless, revealing his lean muscles.

Several ladies in gauze danced around him.

But his eyes were on the dock not far away.

"Master, we have placed Huoxiang Zhengqi water in every teahouse. Any laborer who needs it can get it for free!"

The handsome man waved his hand, and the dancers filed out: "There's going to be a fight in the north, does Gu Nanxi have enough people?"

The official answered honestly: "The disparity in military strength is huge!"

The handsome man frowned even more tightly: "Doesn't our Great Zhou claim to have 800,000 troops? Why don't we send them to the north?"

"Isn't that just a claim? How can we gather so many people? It's good enough to have 400,000 people on the battlefield."

The handsome man cursed in a low voice, but the official beside him couldn't hear clearly what he said.

The handsome man took a bite of the ice cream and found it unpalatable. He was about to ask people to take it away, but then he seemed to think of something. He frowned, gritted his teeth, and finished the whole bowl of ice cream.

"Has Duke Ji set out yet?"

The emperor frowned, "No! The conscription list was submitted for the fourth time, and was rejected again! They said that there were too many soldiers born in the south, and they might not be able to adapt to the climate in Yunzhou. They would not help the people, but cause trouble for the general!"

The handsome man was furious and kicked the table in front of him away. "This is not okay, and that is not okay! What kind of soldiers does he want to send?! Why don't the officials in the court do anything about it?"

The handsome man was like he had eaten dynamite. He picked up the official and quickly comforted him: "Isn't it the deadline yet? Military intelligence is progressing, they will definitely arrive before the deadline!"

"Waste! A bunch of good-for-nothings! If the little emperor were to start a business, he would probably lose everything!"

You can curse him all you want, but who can blame him for his good fortune? He was born a prince!

"Okay, hurry up and send the food to Yunzhou. And buy some winter clothes. Autumn comes earlier in the north than in the south, so Gu Nanxi definitely doesn't have time to prepare these."

"It's summer, and no one is selling clothes!"

"Add money!"

"Okay, Master."

Suddenly, there was a commotion above the horses, and the servant reported that the emperor had issued a new decree.

After hearing the contents of the imperial edict, the butler was a little dumbfounded: "Master, are we going to send dozens of ships of food to Kyoto?"

"No! Do I need that little money? I know whether my things are good or not! Ask them to move the food back to the granary!"