"That's no problem, of course. I also need to prepare for the imperial examination during this period, and I also need to help Your Highness deal with disaster relief. I'm really stretched for time…"
Han Mo understood that this old fellow was planning to establish all the gods and buddhas in his book within these two months.
Once he had everything settled, this book would then serve to boost his influence.
However, he didn't care about that; what he cared about was making money.
Getting a hundred thousand *shi* of grain for free, no matter how you looked at it, this deal had been incredibly profitable for him today.
As for Cai Jing, he was already starting to lose favor in the political struggles.
Even without Han Mo's intervention, it was likely that someone would soon eagerly try to bring him down.
That Grand Tutor Tong and Cai You, his good-for-nothing son, were already itching for action. He believed that before long, those two alone would be enough to kick Cai Jing out of Bianliang City.
The advantages of being a transmigrator were simply too great. Han Mo was now fully enjoying the dividends of his transmigration.
"Young official, you're preparing for the imperial examination? This old Daoist has a spiritual talisman that can bless you to pass the examination and become a Jinshi. Since we've met, it's fate. I'll give this to you!"
Lin Ling Su took a deep look at Han Mo and then pulled a scribbled piece of paper from his sleeve.
Han Mo's eyes almost rolled to the heavens. This old Daoist truly had no sincerity. This piece of junk wouldn't even be picked up if it were lying on the roadside.
Was he trying to fool him with this? Did he think he was a three-year-old child?
However, considering he had already earned a hundred thousand *shi* of grain today, Han Mo naturally smiled and tucked it into his sleeve.
"Thank you, benefactor, for your generosity. In that case, this humble one will take his leave for today!"
"Young official, you go ahead. The grain will arrive shortly!"
Lin Ling Su was also a shrewd individual. After all, it was just a transaction between them. Although the capital he invested this time seemed substantial, who was he?
He was the Daoist most favored by the current Emperor. Ten thousand *shi* of grain was nothing.
Although no one in the court was currently advocating for disaster relief, once the Emperor learned of this matter, and with a few embellishments from him, he was confident the Emperor would acknowledge this transaction.
After all, Prince Xin's banner was flying for disaster relief in his father's name.
With this golden signboard, no matter how much grain he invested now, he would be able to recover it later.
Moreover, judging by Han Mo's demeanor just now, it was likely that his assistance to Prince Xin in disaster relief would soon spread throughout Bianliang City.
Prince Xin gained a good reputation, and he gained what he needed.
From now on, his image in the hearts of the capital's citizens would undoubtedly rise another level. Furthermore, through this matter, even Emperor Huizong would have to regard him with more respect. This was a beneficial undertaking with multiple gains.
"Young official, what did that immortal say?"
As soon as Han Mo walked out of the room, Niu Deyi rushed up to greet him.
He was now more anxious than Han Mo. After all, other matters aside, even if they couldn't secure grain today, they couldn't afford to offend Lin Ling Su.
"Look at you. It's just a little grain. Do you think the immortal cares about such a small thing? Alright, let's go first. The grain will arrive shortly!"
"That's a hundred thousand *shi* of grain, and he agreed just like that?"
Niu Deyi's eyes widened.
This was no small sum. A hundred thousand *shi* of grain, at current market prices, was worth over a hundred thousand *guan*, perhaps even two hundred thousand *guan*.
"Alright, it's just such a small thing, what does it amount to?"
Han Mo chuckled and walked towards the carriage.
Disaster relief was only one aspect of the matter. After a major disaster, a major epidemic was inevitable.
After all, these disaster victims couldn't even fill their stomachs, so how could they possibly worry about all sorts of other things?
Personal hygiene was something they could only cast aside.
With over a hundred thousand people gathered together, if any infectious diseases were to break out, the death toll would not be just one or two.
He could obtain grain from these Daoists.
However, for medicinal herbs, there was nothing he could do. He could only purchase them with hard cash.
But before that, he still had something that required Zhao Zhen's approval.
"Young official, where are we going now?"
Niu Deyi's gaze towards Han Mo was now filled with only respect.
After all, getting money out of these Daoists was no different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
"Where is His Highness right now?"
"At this moment, His Highness should be at the porridge station outside the city."
"Let's go and see His Highness. I have some matters that I need to discuss with His Highness!"
"Yes!"
Niu Deyi no longer dared to speak carelessly. He bowed respectfully to Han Mo before getting onto the carriage shaft.
The three of them drove the carriage and returned to the porridge station outside the city.
As expected, compared to yesterday, the number of disaster victims here had increased significantly.
"Your Highness, Young Official Han is back!"
Zhao Zhen was reprimanding the servants from his manor when Zong Ying quietly said.
"You all go about your business first!"
Upon hearing that Han Mo had returned, Zhao Zhen could no longer continue his reprimand. He quickly dismissed them and went out with Zong Ying to meet him.
"Brother Han, you've worked hard. Has the grain issue been resolved?"
Seeing that the grain they had today would run out, and they might not be able to last even a day tomorrow, Zhao Zhen was secretly anxious. Therefore, as soon as he saw Han Mo returning, he asked directly.
"They are already loading it now. Five thousand *shi* will be delivered today, and the remaining grain will be supplied within three days!"
Han Mo said with a smile.
"Brother Han is indeed decisive. But how much grain was purchased in total this time?"
With the number of disaster victims growing, Zhao Zhen was truly a little worried. This matter seemed to be exceeding his expectations.
If this continued at this pace, he feared that the copper coins Han Mo had brought back would not last for many days.
"Your Highness, why don't you take a guess?"
Han Mo said with a smile.
Zhao Zhen did not expect Han Mo to still be in the mood to joke at this point.
"Is it twenty thousand *shi*?"
However, since he had already said it, it would be impolite for Zhao Zhen not to respond. Therefore, he could only force a wry smile and tentatively asked.
According to the measurement units of the Song Dynasty, ten *sheng* made one *dou*, and ten *dou* made one *shi*.
At the current grain prices, even if those greedy merchants had a change of heart, the fifteen thousand *guan* in copper coins would at most yield twenty thousand *shi* of grain.
"Your Highness, why don't you guess again!"
Han Mo said with a smile again.