Text Chapter 205 The Imperial Struggle
"The old minister has a book. ”
Originally, I thought that today's matter would end sooner, but I didn't expect that Xiao Lingtian's words had just fallen, and I saw Yuwen Xiucheng, the head of the civil officials, bow down and stand up.
"What's the big deal with Zuo Xiang?" Xiao Lingtian was not surprised, and immediately asked.
Walking to the middle and kneeling, Yuwen Xiucheng said in a deep voice: "The Household Department of Disaster Relief handed over the fold, saying: The northwest belongs, the Wuyun Star Domain was hit by a stellar storm a few days ago, and it is intensifying. The grain production in the northwest star regions is already difficult, and this year has been hit by disasters for three consecutive years. The Metropolitan Governors of the Four Star Domains around the Five Cloud Star Domains had already signed a joint petition to increase their food stocks a few months ago, and the Household Department had not yet prepared them to this day. Now that the Wuyun Star Domain has been hit by a disaster, counting the time for the transfer of transport starships, I am afraid that it will be difficult to transfer food and disaster relief materials from the Central Star Domain in a short period of time. The old minister negotiated with several adults in the household department, but there was no proper law, so he had to implore His Majesty to make a clear decision. ”
"Well, that's a nuisance. After Xiao Lingtian thought about it, he said tentatively: "Now that the disaster is still under control, if it is controllable, first allocate some emergency food and disaster relief materials from the surrounding star fields. If it is uncontrollable, first collect some civilian ships and temporarily evacuate the victims to the surrounding star fields. The household department should also start to allocate materials immediately, without further delay. ”
"Obey. Yuwen Xiucheng bowed first, and then said with a little worry: "It's just that, although it can solve the urgent need for a while, but I'm afraid it will transmit the panic to the surrounding star fields, if it is not handled properly, it will cause a civil uprising, the northwest is a military important place, so it is not good for the country, please think twice." ”
"This ......" Hearing this, Xiao Lingtian obviously felt that there was some truth, but he couldn't think of any good way for a while, so he had to fall into silence.
Xiao Yichen, who was sitting and listening indifferently, looked at Yuwen Xiucheng, who was full of sadness but never looked at him, and said softly: "Old fox, I want this king to bleed again!"
Having said that, Xiao Yichen quickly stood up, bowed down and said to Xiao Lingtian: "Don't worry about your father, your son has a way to solve the urgent need." ”
"Oh, Qinglong'er, come quickly. When Xiao Lingtian heard this, he immediately set his eyes on his son's handsome face.
"As Lord Zuo said, the northwest is the junction point of the Longmen Fortress to defend the Northwest Twenty Kingdoms and the Iron Wall Fortress to defend against the Semu people on the west side. The local mineral resources are abundant, but the grain production is not large, which the minister has realized more than 100 years ago. Therefore, whether it is the Iron Wall Fortress or the Longmen Fortress, the military grain reserves on weekdays are intercepted at six times the normal attrition. Erchen calculated that if he sent grain and grass from two places, plus the support of military transport ships, he could reach the Wuyun Star Domain in three days at most, so that the local crisis could be resolved. What's more, with the intervention of military starships, whether it is disaster relief or calming the people's hearts, it will inevitably have miraculous effects, so I am afraid that it is the best way. It's just ......" Xiao Yichen said this, his eyes turned to Yuwen Xiucheng, and he smiled without saying a word.
Xiao Lingtian also seemed to understand why Xiao Yichen said this but refused to give a clear answer, his eyes turned to Yuwen Xiucheng and asked: "Zuo Xiang, if you want Qinglong'er to transfer grain from the army, how long will it take for the household department to return this batch of grain and grass." ”
"The amount is huge, I'm afraid I have to wait for the first half of the year. Yuwen Xiucheng said with an impassive expression.
"Oh~~ That's it!" Xiao Yichen sat down slowly, raised the teacup and took a sip, and said nonchalantly: "Then it's up to Lord Zuo Xiang to solve it himself." Anyway, there are a lot of dead people, and the people must be scolded by the direct magistrate, and they have a fart relationship with this king? If they dare to rebel, then the group of generals under this king who are waiting for military merits and waiting for red eyes will have to be happy. Good thing, good thing. ”
As soon as Xiao Yichen's words fell, there was a buzz among the civil officials, naturally they were not saying good things.
"Your Royal Highness, disaster relief is like fighting a fire, you can't delay for a moment, and now my household department is really not enough to store food, otherwise how can I work the military food of His Royal Highness. But His Royal Highness the Third Highness put all the people in fire and water because of his will, which is really ......" On the seat behind Yuwen Xiucheng, the old man who looked a little gray in hair and a slight but quite fat figure walked out and counted down unceremoniously.
Looking at Duanmu Ming, the right attendant of the household who came out to speak, Xiao Yichen's mouth flashed with a disdainful sneer, and he suddenly put down the teacup, and with a cracking sound, it shocked the courtiers who were still whispering.
"Spirit?" Xiao Yichen stood up, strode down the steps, stood directly in front of Duan Muming, stared at him and shouted: "Do you still dare to say that you are angry? It is the responsibility of this king to reserve grain for disaster relief? Last year, the year before that, and the year before last, the empire has had a bumper grain harvest for three years! What about those grains? It has all become fat in your stomach? This king did not impeach you and other incompetent officials who disregard the people and do not think about disasters and famines, and you dare to beat you up?"
After shaking the dead fat man in front of him with a loud shout, Xiao Yichen stood up straight and said in a loud voice: "The northwest is a key area of the imperial military defense, and military rations have always been not allocated from the people. Over the years, this king has been thrifty to scavenge such a little wartime reserve grain from various ship groups, just to reduce some grain and grass pressure for the empire!
Stretching out his hand to grab the neckline of the dead fat man, Xiao Yichen said viciously: "It can only be made up in half a year? It can be made up in half a year! Can you be sure that in the case of a disaster in the northwest, the twenty countries in the northwest and the people of the color eyes will not dare to attack? Can you be sure that the Xingchen army, which took out all the grain, can still hold it?
"Ahem. Xiao Lingtian coughed twice and said: "Qinglong'er, let Duanmu Aiqing go first, it is common for the government to have disputes, but you don't need to do it." ”
Looking back at Xiao Lingtian, Xiao Yichen threw away the dead fat man who was covered with cold sweat, then turned around and strode up the steps, raised his right arm and pointed at the zenith with his index finger and said: "One month! It's okay to ask this king to take out the grain, if you can't get replenishment within a month, this king will let those boys drive the starship to you and wait for the household officials to move from top to bottom, and all the officials in the fiefdom! Or, you can find a way to go by yourself!!"
Duanmu Ming felt a little embarrassed after being let go, and when he was about to speak again, he saw that Yuwen Xiucheng's outstretched arm had already blocked him.
"Your Highness, a month is too little. It's better for us to take March as a period, and if we can't replenish the military rations lost by His Highness after March, the fief of the old minister will be emptied by His Highness. How?" Yuwen Xiucheng said with a smile.
"Count it to give you face, two months! Not even one more day! Also, next year's total military expenditure, this king will have to pay two points more! You can think for yourself. Xiao Yichen didn't think about it, and immediately spoke.