Xie Jinan knew that although there was a treasury in one place as recorded on paper, this was not the case. For example, armor, although only the armory is in stock, but there is more or less a little stock in the locality, after all, there are soldiers to be trained in the place.

He made up a little in the east and a little in the west, and he made up enough on the spot, and he didn't cause resentment among the people. Based on this alone, Ye Daiwan admired him.

Yes, although Ye Daiwan doesn't like Xie Jin'an, she still honestly respects the other party's opinion. It doesn't matter if you're stupid, just listen to what smart people have to say, and then think about it for yourself. Although you can't be obedient to others, it doesn't hurt to listen to what people think.

For example, Ye Daiwan now knows why Xie Jinan was so determined to make peace in the first place. I can't afford it. The battle with Yanzhou will be fought for another year, no, in another half a year, Ye Daiwan will have three heads and six arms, and she will not be able to hold on to her magical powers.

"Let's go, let's listen to what our general has to say today." Ye Daiwan is naughty, and she has the leisure to give people nicknames. Everyone snickered.

Ye Daiwan didn't take a step, took the fold, and swayed by himself. If it was Jiang Ying who was on duty, nine out of nine would have dissuaded him on the spot. But today he is resting, and Bai Siye is on duty. When Bai Siye saw it, he didn't say a word of dissuasion, so he held the waist knife in his hand and gently led a small group of Praetorian Guards behind her.

Ye Daiwan didn't notice at first that she came out of the side door, which was closer to Xitai. But she had also practiced martial arts with Jiang Ying and Xie Xuan, and she had always been very sensitive to breath, so after walking a few steps, she found that she had a small tail on her back. She didn't tell them either, she just walked by herself, but as she walked, she peeked with her eyes.

This man is too real. Changed to Xu Jingming, she had already been ashamed of her with a poisonous tongue. Even if Jiang Ying comes, she has to teach her not to care about her safety. Only this person, who is nine feet tall, but he is as docile as a kitten, and he can't say a word, which is the most gentle.

Ye Daiwan only remembered that he had a quarrel with her about Xu Jingming at the beginning, and after he started talking, he didn't talk so much. Thinking of this, Ye Daiwan couldn't help but think of Xu Jingming, who hated her so much that she was sad. I wonder where that guy is doing now?

The matter of Bianzhou will not be tightened at this time, Ye Daiwan has a lot of things on her hands, and she will leave it all to the people below to do, she knows a rough idea, it is good if there is no major incident. As for the change of officialdom, she didn't think about it at all, and naturally she didn't know what position Xu Jingming, who had invited herself to Bianzhou for the sake of her clan, was doing now.

However, Ye Daiwan never imagined that the moment of meeting would come so quickly that she couldn't react.

"Your Majesty, the military funds this time will be put aside for the time being." When Xie Jinan saw her come in, he saluted first, and then interrupted Ye Daidu's words. "The letter from the messenger of the northern kingdom has arrived. Your Majesty, please look. ”

Ye Daiwan had only asked Lu Shushen before she came, but she didn't know that she had arrived at this time. She immediately put aside other thoughts and went to read the national letter that came. If the conditions are acceptable, Ye Daiwan really has to think about whether it is possible to negotiate peace.

She and Da Wei couldn't afford it anymore. She can't afford it, at most she's bald, and she will wear a wig in the future. But Da Wei's inability to consume is not a lie. Today's people have only breathed a sigh of relief from the changes of the past few years. If this war is fought next summer, neither she nor the people will survive.

The current military resources are already overdrawing the vitality of the Great Wei. King Changle Yi doesn't care about that stupidity, just supporting Bianzhou has to be broken. Although the lifting of the plague in Bianzhou was heartening and reassured the displaced people, it had been a year. If Ye Daiwan can't take the opportunity to stabilize Bianzhou, it will only be a matter of time before the Yellow Turban Party rekindles.

She really couldn't afford the third thing. The two things in front of her are already about to kill her, if Bianzhou can't stabilize, she will really go crazy. No wonder people say that the emperor is the most difficult profession in the world, and it is true.

She worked hard, was so tired that she vomited blood, and was complained by others for not being dedicated enough, she really didn't have a backache when she stood and talked. If Da Wei really died in her, then the history books would never care much about how hard and seriously she maintained, and ninety percent of the kings of the dead country would send her away for the rest of her life.

Thinking like this, Ye Daiwan took a gamble. It's hard to be the emperor again, it's not easy to go to the history books last time, and you have to add a little mess to the unlucky ghosts who learn history for future generations, and the length of the biography is best so that they can't bear to turn to the sentence "and recite the full text" after reading it.

Such a broken idea that hurts others and is not beneficial to oneself really made Ye Daiwan survive. However, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

"Do his big dreams in the spring and autumn. This is more than the last time. An Gong, what do you think this time? Ye Daiwan almost smashed it after reading the national letter. Last time, corn dropped to 300,000 quintals a Chinese New Year's Eve, but this time it has doubled to 600,000 quintals. All given to this group of locusts, do you want the people of Great Wei to eat the soil!

"600,000 quintals, it's not unacceptable." Xie Jinan is still in that tone. made Ye Daiwan hate her teeth itching. The first time he asked for a million quintals, this old man also had such a breezy expression, if Ye Daiwan was not reluctant to smash the money from the cup, she might have turned her face with him on the spot.

"That's 600,000 quintals, a year, do you know how many people are enough to feed? Sixty thousand people don't get enough to eat in a year. "Ye Daiwan was so angry that she broke her voice." If there is a drought or flood in any year, what do you want us to do to help the people, with slogans? ”

"Your Majesty, if this war continues, let alone 600,000 quintals, it is not uncommon to spend 1 million quintals in three months." Xie Jinan was so calm that Ye Daiwan was stunned. "Your Majesty, do you know how much food was consumed at one time when my brother led a large army to completely defeat the Northern Coalition Army, and the battle of Chiye, which is praised by the world?"

"Three million quintals." When Ye Daiwan said this number, she unexpectedly calmed down. "But it's been three years."

"Your Majesty, do you know how much value can be created by so many young and middle-aged people in the past three years if they cultivate, graze, and cast? What about three million quintals? In addition, the souls of the heroes who died in the Battle of Akano, if they were alive, even tens of millions of loads of corn would not be able to be exchanged. Why is my Great Wei weak and poor? It is precisely because of that war that it consumed the population, financial resources, material resources, and countless unspeakable energy of our Great Wei. ”

Ye Daiwan couldn't help but be stunned, she couldn't be more familiar with these words. The sentence she had read countless times was embodied here. Ye Daiwan smiled bitterly.

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer. Is this also the case? ”

yes, how not to be bitter? Whether it is the grain and grass used in the war, or the people devoured by the war, they are all the lifeblood of the people. She was almost out of breath when she just used her brain, and was there still a chance that those people who were struggling in the mud of war would still have a chance of respite?

She didn't want to throw in the towel. However, does it really matter to the people who loses and who wins? Anyway, whether you win or lose, you will die after all, not those lupine scarves who are watching the war from afar.

For the common people, war means nothing more than death.

The room was silent, and only a sigh could be heard.

"Let's make peace."