Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 275 Treasury

You wouldn't know if you didn't count it, but once you did the calculation you would be shocked. Song Chunlin used to think his family was quite wealthy, but now there are three thousand more people, and the originally wealthy family has become destitute overnight.

"Ahhhhh this is so annoying, there are so many people here, will the dog emperor really not give me a dime?"

Gu Fengyue held back her laughter as she watched him rolling on the ground. Perhaps because she felt the ground was dirty, Song Chunlin rolled a few times and then sat up. Gu Fengyue stepped forward and brushed the dust off his body.

"Okay, don't be sad, don't you still have me? How about we go to my brother's private vault to search for some?"

Hearing this, Song Chunlin was no longer sad. He looked at Gu Fengyue with bright eyes and said, "Really? If we take everything away, will your brother not hunt us down?"

Gu Fengyue stopped talking, because although his brother would not chase them, he would definitely beat him up.

When Song Chunlin thought of the consequence, he shuddered all over and thought that it would be better to forget it. To take advantage of Gu Fengyun would be the same as to take advantage of Gu Fengyue. This was not good. He might as well take advantage of the dog emperor. Didn't that guy just confiscate the Li family's property? The Li family was the largest grain merchant in the capital, so there must be a lot of grain in their warehouses.

Seeing Song Chunlin's expression, Gu Fengyue immediately guessed that this kid must have been holding back his fart, so he pinched his face unhappily and warned him in a low voice: "The national treasury is not allowed."

Song Chunlin saved his face from Gu Fengyue and said angrily, "Oh, I didn't intend to take advantage of the national treasury."

You'd better, Gu Fengyue thought, still a little worried, and repeatedly reminded Song Chunlin that he could steal from anyone's warehouse, but not the national treasury. For this reason, he also listed several officials whose families had big businesses.

Song Chunlin looked at Gu Fengyue and felt that he seemed to have led a good young man astray. In order to prevent him from getting too deeply involved, Song Chunlin urgently stopped him from wanting to empty other people's family assets.

"We are law-abiding citizens. How can we use other people's warehouses to feed our own people? This is not good. This is not good."

Gu Fengyue looked at Song Chunlin meaningfully: "You did that a lot in the past."

Song Chunlin choked, then seriously reflected on himself: Did he really take a lot out of it in the past?

It shouldn’t be a lot, right? He’s taken advantage of the Zhao family, the Li family, and several major grain merchants…

As Song Chunlin counted, he found that he had indeed plundered a lot of warehouses of these aristocratic families in the past. In total, there were dozens of warehouses. Perhaps his space was too large, and he didn't feel anything when he put things in it. If he had switched to a smaller space... even if he found out, he would still continue to plunder.

Song Chunlin felt like he was losing his hair because of worrying about these three thousand archers. Finally, he decided to add a little more in the space just in case of emergency. Otherwise, judging by the way those animals eat, the Song family would be bankrupted by them sooner or later.

Perhaps it was because the two men's sad faces were too conspicuous, Gu Fengyun finally couldn't help but asked him why he was worried. When he learned that it was because of supporting the three thousand soldiers, Gu Fengyun was speechless. But seeing the two little ones in such a difficult situation, wouldn't it be difficult for him to make things difficult for them?

So after the court session, Gu Fengyun went to the imperial study to ask for an audience with the emperor. The two young men were not clear about the specific process, but when Gu Fengyun came back, he said very domineeringly that the emperor agreed to allocate a sum of money from the national treasury to specifically subsidize Song Chunlin and support the three thousand archers for him.

Song Chunlin was a little flattered. He couldn't understand why he hadn't taken any action yet. The dog emperor actually sent money to him on his own initiative?

"Wow, big brother is so awesome." Although he didn't understand why, he couldn't help but flatter him. This call of big brother made Gu Fengyun feel warmed, as if he was back to the time when Gu Fengyue was still a little kid, following him around every day and calling him brother.

When Gu Fengyun, who was flattered, left, he seemed to be floating even when he walked. He was so happy.

Gu Fengyue expressed her incomprehension and was greatly shocked.

The emperor gave the order personally, and Gu Fengyun supervised at all times. The money from the Ministry of Revenue was quickly distributed, and Song Chunlin was taken by Gu Fengyun to collect the money. This was the first time Song Chunlin set foot in the Ministry of Revenue. Although he had seen it with his mental power a long time ago, he was still much more excited to see the emperor in person than just seeing photos or videos.

Many people would think that the Ministry of Revenue, a place that manages money, must be magnificent and luxurious. Before this, Song Chunlin also thought so. But when he used his mental power to scan the place for the first time, he found that it was not magnificent, but very low-key and simple, and the security measures were the most stringent, with a guard post every three steps and a soldier every five steps.

The person who led the way saw that Song Chunlin was not looking around, and thought that this national sharpshooter was indeed knowledgeable. He thought that he would be looking around like the others.

The road to the warehouse was very long. They passed through many small alleys. Song Chunlin found that there were many people hiding above the alleys. They should be the imperial guards.

The Ministry of Revenue actually has more than one treasury. The one that Song Chunlin came to is the smallest. Don't be fooled by its small size, it is filled with gold. The gold is hidden behind many warehouses. If you want to get in, you have to pass through layers of guards before you can see the gate.

The person leading the way showed the jade talisman, and Song Chunlin handed it over with the document with the emperor's private seal. After verification by the three parties, Gu Fengyun, as a witness, also submitted a letter with the marquis's private seal. After all the formalities were completed, the person guarding the warehouse called out the fifth person.

The vault door requires three keys to open. There are three doors in total. The keys to the first door and the second door are held by two people respectively. The third key is held by the emperor and is currently in Gu Fengyun's hand.

After the first and second doors were opened, Gu Fengyun stepped forward and opened the third door.

As soon as the door was opened, Song Chunlin thought he would be blinded by the gold. In order to maintain the sense of mystery, he resisted the urge to use his mental power to check inside. As a result, after opening it, he found that all the gold inside was packed in a large box and was not left outside at all.

I felt a little disappointed, but soon cheered up because they were counting gold!

No matter when, counting money is definitely an activity that makes people happy physically and mentally. What's more, the money is all yours, so it is more than just a physical and mental pleasure. Song Chunlin's eyes are about to turn into symbols of gold coins, and his saliva is about to flow at the sight of a large box of gold.

This time, the emperor gave Song Chunlin one tael of gold, which is equivalent to almost 10,000 taels of silver when converted into silver. Considering the purchasing power of Dajing, it is already a very generous amount. The last time the Turks paid compensation was only 10,000 taels of silver, and it was not brought back to the capital, but directly invested in post-disaster reconstruction in Yuexi and Wanshan.

This ten thousand taels is enough for Song Chunlin to feed that group of archers for two to three years. Of course, this feed is only enough to keep them full. If they want to eat well, Song Chunlin still has to pay for it out of his own pocket. However, he is very satisfied with this result. At least he can save a lot of money. Moreover, according to Gu Fengyun, he will have this much money every year in the future, so Song Chunlin doesn't have to worry so much.

Song Chunlin asked him curiously, "Brother, why don't you fight for Gu Jiajun as well?"

Gu Fengyun whispered to him, "In fact, the emperor also subsidizes privately. Otherwise, why do you think the treasury is always empty? This dynasty does not advocate large-scale construction of imperial tombs. The previous emperor and the current emperor are not people who seek pleasure. Where do you think the money ended up?"

Song Chunlin understood immediately and silently gave them a thumbs up.

Although he had money in his pocket, Song Chunlin still prepared for a rainy day and planted food crazily in the space. He planted rice, wheat, sorghum, buckwheat in rotation, and even corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes and even cassava. As long as it was high in starch and could be used as a staple food, he planted a lot of it.

The consequence of madly farming and hoarding food is that his space is full.

Dabao's body shape is now similar to that of a seven or eight-year-old child. He put his hands on his hips and glared at the master in front of him, trying to threaten him with a vicious voice to stop growing crops.

Song Chunlin felt guilty and did not dare to refute. He timidly assured Dabao that he would not plant any more seeds for the time being. However, Dabao did not calm down. Instead, his big eyes rolled around, making Song Chunlin feel even more guilty.

Finally, under Dabao's threat, Song Chunlin agreed to his request to go out and play.

"You told me to go out and play. I don't care. I'm going to go out and play for a few days. It's too boring to farm in the space every day."

This time Song Chunlin was in the wrong, thinking that Dabao had never come out to play since he was able to transform. In that case, why not take this opportunity to give Dabao an identity so that he can walk around outside openly?

He did it as soon as he thought of it. Song Chunlin immediately took Dabao to Song Dazhuang's house and asked Song Dazhuang sincerely if he needed another son.

Looking at Dabao, who was obviously seven or eight years old, Song Dazhuang rarely wanted to beat Song Chunlin up.

He suppressed his anger, pointed at Dabao and yelled at Song Chunlin: "Your father already has several sons, but I wouldn't be so angry if you had given me a daughter. Look, he is already seven or eight years old. Where did I suddenly get a seven or eight-year-old son? Forget about the last time with Xiaojiu. He was young then, and we had just moved here not long ago. Now it has been five or six years, and you gave your father another son. What's going on? Can your mother and I have children out of thin air?"

Song Qin also disagreed: "This child is too old. He suddenly appeared in our family. What do you want others to think? How about this? Don't your uncle Lu and uncle Fu have no children? Why not register Dabao under the name of one of them and say that he is a distant nephew who came to seek refuge. Isn't this more reliable than giving your father a son?"

Song Chunlin slapped his head. Yes, why didn’t he think of it for a moment? But the question arises again, how can he convince those two to recognize this nephew?

Song Qin smiled and said, "This is easy to do. Just ask your father to tell him. Your uncle Lu and uncle Fu are not the kind of people who like to pry into other people's private affairs. As long as your father asks, they will definitely agree."

Song Chunlin was half-believing and half-doubting, but he still asked Song Dazhuang to bring Dabao to his house. He didn't know how he talked to the two of them, but anyway, things went quite smoothly. In addition, the two of them had titles, so the household registration documents were also quickly processed.

Fu Nian seemed to like Dabao very much. He even gave Dabao a name, Lu Zheng, which means strong and unyielding.

Lu Ming was somewhat opposed at first, thinking that Dabao might not be able to pronounce the word "Zheng". But Fu Nian insisted, and Dabao himself liked the name very much. Lu Ming finally agreed to the name because he had no choice.

"Lu Zheng, wow, I have a name now. My name is Lu Zheng, hehe." Dabao smiled foolishly while holding his own household registration. This is his first serious name since he was born. He disliked the previous Dabao, as he thought the owner was too casual when naming him.

Song Chunlin was full of black lines on his head: "What's wrong with Dabao? Big baby, isn't this very appropriate?"

Dabao was puzzled: "Is that so?"

"Of course I can deceive you, Master."

Seeing Song Chunlin's confident expression, Dabao was fooled by him again.

As soon as Dabao’s household registration was completed, he couldn’t wait to ask Song Chunlin to take him to the market.

"I know everything. The New Year is coming in a few days. The market in the city will definitely be super busy. I don't care. I want to go. Did you promise me?"

At this moment, Song Chunlin wished he could slap himself in the face. If he had known earlier, he would not have agreed, or he could have let someone else take him there. But Dabao was stubborn. Song Chunlin said he would take him there, so it must be Song Chunlin who took him there. No one else could do that, not even his second favorite person, Fu Nian.

Fu Nian felt a little sad and even suspected that the little guy despised him for being disabled.

Fortunately, Dabao's next words lifted his heart, which had fallen to the bottom, and gave him new life.

"And Uncle Lu and Uncle Fu, they want to go too!"

Song Chunlin: "You can go together, but you have to promise me that you won't run around when you get to the market, okay?"

"Got it, Master...you're so long-winded."

Song Chunlin: “…”

Taking advantage of the lively New Year celebrations, many people wanted to visit the capital city. The Song family simply took a group of children to visit the capital city. If they were late, they would go directly to Gu Fengyue's Sima Mansion to stay for one night. Since Gu Fengyue moved in, he had not stayed in his own mansion for a few days. Every day he either stayed at the Marquis Mansion or the Song family. He seldom went into the Sima Mansion. It was a good opportunity to take the Song family to get familiar with the way so that they would not lose the gate in the future.

Just as Dabao said, the markets in the capital are extremely lively. In addition to the special markets, many small vendors have popped up on both sides of the street, displaying some small items, and their business is surprisingly good.

It was Dabao’s first time visiting a market in the human world. Although there were a wide variety of things in the space, there were not so many people in the space. The streets were bustling with vendors’ shouts and the sounds of bargaining.

Dabao came to a stall making dough figurines, and was immediately attracted by the lifelike dough figurines. He stared at the boss's deft fingers as he kneaded and pinched the dough pieces, and a dough figurine was made.

Several children from the Song family also followed Dabao. Seeing that the people opposite him were interested, Song Chunming took out his own pocket money and made one for each of his younger brothers and sisters.