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Mo Siyu jumped down from the carriage, and the city master immediately welcomed him: "Mr. Yu, you are welcome. I heard that Mr. Yu lost his temper in the porridge shed, and Mr. Yuan already knew about it.
What do you think you should do? "
Mo Siyu liked the city master's attitude of going straight to the theme. He slowed down and went to the city master's mansion with him: "there are people like this everywhere. It's better to freeze to death and starve to death, but I see that the child is still young. It's really pitiful.
I've already told them to make a suit of clothes with those children, buy some sweets and give them to all the children. It's also a good time for these children to have a good new year. "
The Lord nodded busily: "good, good."
Mo Siyu asked again, "how much money did I give you last time? Can it last three months? "
The city leader said bitterly, "the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, and more and more people are suffering from hunger. If there are more people, the money will not be enough.
I was going to have a party to raise more money with these aristocratic families. "
The city Lord sighed: "I'm a city Lord. I'm just like a beggar. Ah!"
Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "the Hu family's banquet failed. I'm afraid the lie family won't hold a banquet this year, so tomorrow the Chu family will hold a banquet.
If you also set up a city master's mansion, do you think these elite families will send someone to support you?
Maybe you can't even recover the expenses. "
After listening to Mo Siyu's words, the city master quietly calculated an account in his heart and wiped the sweat on his forehead by pulling his sleeve: "what Mr. Yu said is that I can't help it."
Mo Siyu sat down in front of the round table in the hall, took out a red envelope from inside, took out half of the banknotes and pushed them to the Lord of the city: "take these banknotes first. If they are not enough, send someone directly to see me."
The city Lord was overjoyed and quickly ordered the guard: "go, go and take out my account book."
The guard quickly went to the study, and before long, he held an account book and gently put it in front of Mo Siyu.
Mo Siyu turned and looked at it page by page.
The Lord explained: "these are the silver you donated last time, and the price of rice and noodles I bought from various grain stores.
There are also the number of people who come to collect coarse grain porridge and Wowotou, and the remaining amount of silver each time they share food....
in fact, these accounts are published on the street squares every seven days, and Mo Siyu has seen them several times.
But if the account book is not checked for a long time, it may lead to corruption.
Mo Siyu looked very carefully and asked, "why did the price of rice and flour suddenly rise so much?"
"It's not because the mountain road is blocked?" The city leader was disconsolate: "the Hu family did this business. In the past, when it came to the end of the lunar new year, they would transport a lot of grain back to the moon city from outside.
But this year's cold weather, snow does not melt, continuous snowfall, destroyed the road back to the moon city, the motorcade home was blocked outside the moon city, the city granary, are last year's old grain.
Not only is it not delicious, but the price of rice noodles is also high.
In fact, I've inquired about it, but there is enough grain stored in these aristocratic families. If we open the warehouse and put down the price, it won't be a problem until next spring when the flowers bloom, the mountain roads are smooth and the waterways are smooth....
Mo Siyu hears the words, nods, and the whole person falls into meditation.
Most of the resources of the moon city are in the hands of the high priest, but the high priest doesn't care much about the mundane affairs of the moon city.
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Mo Siyu jumped down from the carriage, and the city master immediately welcomed him: "Mr. Yu, you are welcome. I heard that Mr. Yu lost his temper in the porridge shed, and Mr. Yuan already knew about it.
What do you think you should do? "
Mo Siyu liked the city master's attitude of going straight to the theme. He slowed down and went to the city master's mansion with him: "there are people like this everywhere. It's better to freeze to death and starve to death, but I see that the child is still young. It's really pitiful.
I've already told them to make a suit of clothes with those children, buy some sweets and give them to all the children. It's also a good time for these children to have a good new year. "
The Lord nodded busily: "good, good."
Mo Siyu asked again, "how much money did I give you last time? Can it last three months? "
The city leader said bitterly, "the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, and more and more people are suffering from hunger. If there are more people, the money will not be enough.
I was going to have a party to raise more money with these aristocratic families. "
The city Lord sighed: "I'm a city Lord. I'm just like a beggar. Ah!"
Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "the Hu family's banquet failed. I'm afraid the lie family won't hold a banquet this year, so tomorrow the Chu family will hold a banquet.
If you also set up a city master's mansion, do you think these elite families will send someone to support you?
Maybe you can't even recover the expenses. "
After listening to Mo Siyu's words, the city master quietly calculated an account in his heart and wiped the sweat on his forehead by pulling his sleeve: "what Mr. Yu said is that I can't help it."
Mo Siyu sat down in front of the round table in the hall, took out a red envelope from inside, took out half of the banknotes and pushed them to the Lord of the city: "take these banknotes first. If they are not enough, send someone directly to see me."
The city Lord was overjoyed and quickly ordered the guard: "go, go and take out my account book."
The guard quickly went to the study, and before long, he held an account book and gently put it in front of Mo Siyu.
Mo Siyu turned and looked at it page by page.
The Lord explained: "these are the silver you donated last time, and the price of rice and noodles I bought from various grain stores.
There are also the number of people who come to collect coarse grain porridge and Wowotou, and the remaining amount of silver each time they share food....
in fact, these accounts are published on the street squares every seven days, and Mo Siyu has seen them several times.
But if the account book is not checked for a long time, it may lead to corruption.
Mo Siyu looked very carefully and asked, "why did the price of rice and flour suddenly rise so much?"
"It's not because the mountain road is blocked?" The city leader was disconsolate: "the Hu family did this business. In the past, when it came to the end of the lunar new year, they would transport a lot of grain back to the moon city from outside.
But this year's cold weather, snow does not melt, continuous snowfall, destroyed the road back to the moon city, the motorcade home was blocked outside the moon city, the city granary, are last year's old grain.
Not only is it not delicious, but the price of rice noodles is also high.
In fact, I've inquired about it, but there is enough grain stored in these aristocratic families. If we open the warehouse and put down the price, it won't be a problem until next spring when the flowers bloom, the mountain roads are smooth and the waterways are smooth....
Mo Siyu hears the words, nods, and the whole person falls into meditation.
Most of the resources of the moon city are in the hands of the high priest, but the high priest doesn't care much about the mundane affairs of the moon city.
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Mo Siyu jumped down from the carriage, and the city master immediately welcomed him: "Mr. Yu, you are welcome. I heard that Mr. Yu lost his temper in the porridge shed, and Mr. Yuan already knew about it. What do you think you should do? " Mo Siyu liked the city master's attitude of going straight to the theme. He slowed down and went to the city master's mansion with him: "there are people like this everywhere. It's better to freeze to death and starve to death, but I see that the child is still young. It's really pitiful. I've already told them to make a suit of clothes with those children, buy some sweets and give them to all the children. It's also a good time for these children to have a good new year. " The Lord nodded busily: "good, good." Mo Siyu asked again, "how much money did I give you last time? Can it last three months? " The city leader said bitterly, "the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, and more and more people are suffering from hunger. If there are more people, the money will not be enough. I was going to have a party to raise more money with these aristocratic families. " The city Lord sighed: "I'm a city Lord. I'm just like a beggar. Ah!" Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing: "the Hu family's banquet failed. I'm afraid the lie family won't hold a banquet this year, so tomorrow the Chu family will hold a banquet. If you also set up a city master's mansion, do you think these elite families will send someone to support you? Maybe you can't even recover the expenses. " After listening to Mo Siyu's words, the city master quietly calculated an account in his heart and wiped the sweat on his forehead by pulling his sleeve: "what Mr. Yu said is that I can't help it." Mo Siyu sat down in front of the round table in the hall, took out a red envelope from inside, took out half of the banknotes and pushed them to the Lord of the city: "take these banknotes first. If they are not enough, send someone directly to see me." The city Lord was overjoyed and quickly ordered the guard: "go, go and take out my account book." The guard quickly went to the study, and before long, he held an account book and gently put it in front of Mo Siyu. Mo Siyu turned and looked at it page by page. The Lord explained: "these are the silver you donated last time, and the price of rice and noodles I bought from various grain stores. There are also the number of people who come to collect coarse grain porridge and Wowotou, and the remaining amount of silver each time they share food.... in fact, these accounts are published on the street squares every seven days, and Mo Siyu has seen them several times. But if the account book is not checked for a long time, it may lead to corruption. Mo Siyu looked very carefully and asked, "why did the price of rice and flour suddenly rise so much?" "It's not because the mountain road is blocked?" The city leader was disconsolate: "the Hu family did this business. In the past, when it came to the end of the lunar new year, they would transport a lot of grain back to the moon city from outside. But this year's cold weather, snow does not melt, continuous snowfall, destroyed the road back to the moon city, the motorcade home was blocked outside the moon city, the city granary, are last year's old grain. Not only is it not delicious, but the price of rice noodles is also high. In fact, I've inquired about it, but there is enough grain stored in these aristocratic families. If we open the warehouse and put down the price, it won't be a problem until next spring when the flowers bloom, the mountain roads are smooth and the waterways are smooth.... Mo Siyu hears the words, nods, and the whole person falls into meditation. Most of the resources of the moon city are in the hands of the high priest, but the high priest doesn't care much about the mundane affairs of the moon city. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
