Seventeen or eight Mongolian princes came, with golden dragon crowns, pearls and rubies shining on them, robes of princes and princes shining brightly, their eyes sharp, and their aura of fierceness and bravery blowing towards their faces.

Most of the people around them were not beauties, but their own Fujin. It was a unique banquet.

Lao Shi glanced at it and saw that everyone with some background was crowded in.

The leader, Prince Tuxie Tuhan, gave way to the prince of Urjin Karapu County, and the seating arrangement was very particular.

Lao Shi did not let Prince Wuerjin Kalapu sit down in the middle, and Yuan Wense sat behind Lao Shi in a dignified manner.

Sitting on his left was Prince Tushetuhan, a thin old man in his fifties with a sad look on his face. He had a drink with Lao Shi and said to his mouth: "Prince Tun, life is not easy these days."

Lao Shi chuckled: "I've heard a little bit about this. What's going on? I'd like to hear the old prince tell me."

Prince Tuxie Tuhan said: "This year is not going well. Life can't go on. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's just talk about the past few years. God's wrath has come from the sky. The cattle and sheep are always sick for no reason. There is no reason.

There is no harvest of cattle and sheep, and the common people have no food to eat. Last year, when we gave birth to ten children, less than half of them survived. It's pitiful, how can we survive like this?"

The king of Karapu County in Urjin said: "This matter did not happen today in the old year. Isn't it the same every year? How can we survive in the past years? How can we survive now?"

Prince Tuxie Tuhan was not happy when he heard this: "What are you talking about? How can we live in the past? How can we still live now? In the past few years, our brothers have not taken turns to go to Beijing. It is just the brothers.

We only have a small amount of money in our pockets to support our land, and if we continue to work hard, we won't be able to make a living."

Others also said: "The old prince is right. If the imperial court does not issue some disaster relief money this year, everyone will really suffer from the northwest wind."

"Yes, we were also hit by the disaster. If we don't have eight thousand taels this year, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive."

The king of Karapu County in Urjin said: "Scare, you have such a big appetite, how can you get so much money?"

"Long live the Holy Ming, if you can show a little bit between your fingers, it will be enough for us to use for a lifetime."

"Even sweeping the cracks in the palace is enough for us to live in poverty for a lifetime."

"I've heard that in the trash heap in the palace, you can find gold, jade jewelry, and beautiful clothes, but there is always a shortage of our little money."

Prince Tuxie Tuhan said: "Prince Dun, please tell us when this disaster relief money will be distributed."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to repay this money for a while," Lao Shi said.

"What? Prince Tun, are you kidding me? Your Majesty has entrusted you with the disaster relief money. We understand that you want to put some money into your own pocket, but if you don't give it to us at all, then that doesn't make sense, right?

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Everyone was very angry. Several young princes, who already had bad tempers, stood up and approached Lao Shi.

Yue Zhongqi stood up, took two steps, and stood in front of Lao Shi.

The situation is tense and the situation is about to explode!

Lao Shiban raised his head, as if he hadn't noticed, and held a glass of wine, with a slight smile on his lips, without even looking at those people.

He is not afraid of fights.
Chapter completed!