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In the face of Mo Da's questions, Ink Yan maintained her neither servile nor overbearing attitude.

"It is as the General said. 49 A slave of the low bingo, still in his yard. But that does not mean that 49 cannot observe the details of what is happening outside. "

"Such as?"

Molda asked urgently. My heart was full of the drive I had to figure it out.

Ink Yan sneered from the bottom of her heart, lowered her eyelids and roughly said a little.

"Actually, I could tell from when the officials at the top sent you gifts. The Rong family elder was, after all, an official of considerable rank in the capital. Just like that, his family was being robbed, even his family heirloom. It can be seen that the war is getting tighter around us, and other than within the capital, the income cannot even hold up against the central expenses. "

"But what does the excessive expenditure of the Great End King have to do with the food wasteland of the Sirius?"

Why not?

Once again, Ink Yan interrupted Molda's questions, raising her palm and fumbling with her fingers.

"Sirius is a standard nomad. They didn't produce food in the first place. It would be difficult to support the existing citizens, let alone a year of disaster. If they couldn't get the food from the fields, they would have to kill the enemy and steal their food. Or, you can spend money to buy it from the nearest big part. "

"Am I right?"

Morda fell silent.

You're right. I just want to see you snap your fingers. Is there any other evidence?

Of course!

Ink Yan broke off her second finger.

"But the big picture isn't calm either. Aside from the capital, there were still a few other counties in the midst of the war. The demand for food and money was not low either. With such a large gap, the food being sold to the Heavenly Wolf would be under control. "Don't you think so?"

Reluctantly, Morda nodded again. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never say that the other reason he supported business was because the government officials did not sell a sufficient amount of food to the Heavenly Wolves! And if they spent money to collect food from the market, they would have to be robbed by the astute Maori merchants!

WC! Wasn't this the same as bullying the Sirians?

After saying two reasons in a row, Ink Yan was acknowledged by Molda.

At this moment, she pressed the third finger. He said the last reason, and at the same time, the most important reason.

"I have heard that the Prince of the South of the Big End has been arresting Maori in the city for the last two days. He's not even going to let the old man and his newborn baby off. He's going to make them hand over something. "

"Although no one could say what this thing was at the time. "But."

Ink Yan paused for a moment and then said seriously. She understood and slowly spat out three words. It's food. " The reason she gave was very simple.

"If a national machine is to function properly. It had never been possible without land and population. The grain cloth that the land producer needs to survive, and the people produce it endlessly through hard farming, either in exchange or for the breeding of their own land. I can even say that in troubled times, the importance of food is even higher than that of gold and silver! However, Murong Nan had always been a bit rebellious. Doesn't he know how to prepare for a rainy day? "

"For example, they would first rely on their own power to hide some food for their rebel army."

WC! This guy could actually deduce so many things?

Molda's opinion of Ink Flame had once again improved! The gaze that fell on Ink Yan was also filled with satisfaction.

He looked at her for three seconds and admitted that even if he called for his father, who was far away in the Heavenly Wolf Country, he still wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a minute. In his heart, a feeling even more special than appreciation for Ink Yan arose.

However, it was such an appreciation. In the end, Molda sighed and said.

"49, if you are a Sirian. Then I will definitely become sworn brothers with you. "

"Unfortunately, you are not."

"I cannot disobey my father's orders for the sake of an outsider. Therefore, I am unable to give you the money to set up a Chamber of Commerce right now. If you still want to prove your worth, then you can only go find the money yourself. "

Ink Yan continued to laugh in her heart! Since you think it's easy for me to find more money, why don't you just go and rob the families of the officials in charge?

Mo Da seemed to have seen through the unwillingness and dissatisfaction of Ink Yan. His ancestor turned his face away and said that now that the discussion was over, shouldn't you go back to rest? He summoned Butler Cong back and walked towards the backyard.

At that time, she still couldn't accept the fact that she was robbed, so she stood in the wind in a daze.

Housekeeper Cong, who was accompanying Mo Da, glanced at him in surprise. From the start to the end, he had felt that the reason for this situation was because the general had said something bad to him that had discouraged his impulsive actions. As for what he said?

In the midst of their argument, Butler Cong couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Hehe, 49 innocent days! And you still want to rely on your talent to brainwash the Sirians and get rid of the habit of plundering to do business? Have you tasted the pain now?

At this point, Molda, who should have forgotten about everything else, turned his eyes towards the butler and asked in confusion, "How is it going?"

Steward Cong proudly replied.

"He's still standing behind us."

"In the middle of the night, he was still wearing his thin clothes and was standing against the wind. He didn't feel cold either. This is young indeed, and your health is good! "

The praise on the surface made Ink Yan look pretty good. In reality, he was secretly mocking him because he had suffered a blow. This kind of suffering was enough to vent his anger.

Molda and Housekeeper Cong had known each other for many years. How could he not understand the meaning behind his words?

From a certain point of view, Molda had to admit that this Steward Cong truly understood him. If it was before, he would have laughed along with it if he had mocked an outsider like that. But now …

"Housekeeper Cong, you should talk less from now on." In the end, you and him are still different people. "

Molda couldn't explain the strangeness in his heart, so he could only persuade his subordinates to restrain themselves.

Now, although he was deprived of the business capital, it did not mean that he would be completely defeated. He also wanted to see what other miracles this proud slave could bring him.

However, these words were like acid dripping on water to the butler's ears. It instantly burned the old man's heart! He couldn't stand it any longer. He patted his chest and protested, "Of course we're different!" This old servant will always be a Sirian! "

"The Sirian will never trust a big-headed dog!"

Then Morda fell silent again. He stayed in the darkness and watched silently for two minutes. The meaning in his eyes was like a woman's preference that could be switched at any time, rapidly changing its composition.

In the end, when Butler Cong thought that Mo Da might agree with him, he spoke. The first sentence is that I am naturally on your side. You are my people, and I should have trusted you.

Housekeeper Cong's face lit up with joy. He finally felt that he had finally seen the bright moon after all the grievances and grievances he had suffered in the past few days.

However, in the next second, Molda spoke again, sweeping away all the joy that had just risen in him.

"It's just that I'd like to see what 49 can do under unfavorable conditions. "So, after tomorrow, I'll write a letter to Murong Nan. I might as well have forty-nine people go to the capital's yamen and do something for me."

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