Murong Peng's pale yellow shirt stood upright, the light spring breeze blew up his shirt embroidered with Ruiyun dragon pattern, his eyes as bright as obsidian were full of smiles, and the brilliance covered the stars in the sky.

Tang Jia'er's two dimples swayed deeply, and he smiled calmly: "That's because you are concerned about the whole world, so naturally you can't do everything." And my eyes will only care about agriculture and mulberry, and I will pay more attention to that land. ”

Seeing that Murong Peng was thoughtful, as if he was moved by his own words, Tang Jia'er was more confident. Her fingers lightly swiped along the periphery of Barrier Sun City towards the border city, and she smiled lightly: "This place is vast and sparsely populated, if it is used well, it may become more and more prosperous and become a grand scene on the border line." ”

During the Han and Tang dynasties, the Silk Road connected the Western Regions with the hinterland, and prospered border trade. Although it has since been gradually discontinued, it is still a legend that is celebrated.

Tang Jia'er's eyebrows and eyes were as bright as the moon, and the clusters were like sparks. She said excitedly: "Ah Peng, if this place can prosper, the small market in the border city may shine, although it is not as bright as the pearls on the Silk Road, it can also be called the flower of the desert." ”

Murong Peng's heart was stirred when he heard this, and there was a surge of pride in his chest. The two naturally didn't know at this time that in the future, the border city area would really be the icing on the cake after Murong Peng's accession to the throne, and the two of them joined forces to create a fabulous glory.

Listening carefully to Tang Jia'er's words at this time, although it is a little unbelievable, it is not impossible. Murong Peng thought about it quietly, wanted to study it carefully, and then bring this idea to the court meeting to discuss, it was hard to guarantee that his dream would not come true.

Leaning over the map of Xixia, Murong Peng and Tang Jia'er carefully scrutinized it again.

After the fierce battle in the seventh year of Chongming, the Mongols, Jurchens, and various tribes in the Western Regions around the border city had already bowed down to Xixia. Even if they want to tear up the contract in the future, they will not have the confidence to win the Central Plains in a short time. In recent decades, the border city must have been relatively stable.

The 100,000 soldiers hoarded here are a deterrent to them, and they cannot be easily withdrawn. However, if the war is not prosperous, it will inevitably cause the soldiers to feel negative and homesick.

"A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying. "Even if the army does not withdraw, these soldiers cannot be left behind their families and jobs, separated from their relatives forever.

Chu Zhaohui's letter detailing the boring life of the soldiers in the border city, Tang Jia'er was fortunate to read the handwritten text. It was also because of this that she sought Murong Wei's consent and launched a charity act at the poetry meeting, wanting to put herself in the shoes of the soldiers in the border city to do something practical.

She said to Murong Peng: "Every family is not looking forward to reunion, even if General Su has passed away, Mrs. Anguo misses her deceased husband, and she has the intention of staying in the border city and never returning. With an army of 100,000, how many of their relatives are left in the interior?"

Tang Jia'er's eyes were shining, Huo Ran got up and grabbed Murong Peng's sleeve: "Ah Peng, why don't you write an excerpt and ask Your Majesty for your consent, and advocate the imperial court to encourage the soldiers' families to settle down?"

The war in the border city was not prosperous, and that piece of land was completely barren, which was a great loss to Xixia.

Murong Peng always knew that his father was embarrassed by this matter. There were also courtiers who mentioned the policy of immigration, wanting to move the people from the mainland to settle in the border cities and the area of the Barrier City, but Emperor Chongming vetoed them on the spot.

From a historical point of view, every large-scale migration, although it won the political achievements of beggars, what followed was the separation of the wives and wives of the people, and the separation of flesh and blood.

Tonga'er's proposal was so feasible that if the families of the soldiers wanted to settle in that area, even those who had been away from war for many years could be reunited with their husbands and wives. Not only can it stabilize the morale of the army, but also full of family affection, and there are more people in the border city and the barrier city who can work hard.

All the court did was pay an extra sum of money for settling in.

Now that the treasury is full, a large amount of money has been copied from Qian Weizhen and Liu Benfu, which just fills this expenditure. Murong Peng's eyebrows fluttered, he saw that there was no one around, and gave Tang Jia'er a deep bow: "Sister Jia'er, I thank you for the people of Xixia, because of your words, I don't know how many family couples have been reunited and enjoyed quietly." ”

The melting candlelight reflected Tang Jia'er's cheeks, and her eyes were covered with a clear glow, and she smiled wisely again: "What is this? If this immigration contributed to the so-called Pearl of the Desert, then it would be too late for you to thank me." ”

Knowing that Murong Peng still had homework in the evening, Tang Jia'er was afraid that he would miss his business, so Ying Ying stood up as he spoke, winked at him playfully, and retreated.

Murong Peng continued to look at the map, revisiting Fang Cai's train of thought, sorting out his thoughts, and went to the outer study. instructed Xiao Chang to grind the ink, Murong Peng pondered carefully, carefully wrote the letter, and handed it to Emperor Chongming early the next morning.

After dinner, Emperor Chongming went to the imperial study to review the folds as usual, and the top one was the fold written by Murong Peng all night.

When Emperor Chongming opened it to look at it, he saw that it was involved in the people's livelihood in the border city, and he didn't feel a big headache. He frowned and looked down, wanting to see if Murong Peng had any other way to get rid of the cliché.

After reading three or five lines, Emperor Chongming couldn't help but sit up straight, and the more he read it, the more serious he became, and he felt that his son's letter was novel and feasible, and it was so beautiful that every word was beautiful.

At the end of the reading, Murong Peng imagined the future of the border city. After more than ten or twenty years, the border city is rich in products, densely populated, and has increasingly close ties with the hinterland, and may become a dazzling pearl under the long desert and snow-capped mountains, comparable to the glory of the ancient kingdom of Loulan in the past.

Emperor Chongming seemed to see the picture depicted by his son in front of him, he slapped the shore and exclaimed, picked up the imperial pen on the spot and approved a good work on it. Ignoring the fact that the palace gate was about to drop the key, he ordered Murong Peng to come over immediately, and then passed on Xia Ge Lao and Chen Rujun to come to the imperial study to discuss matters.

When the two elders returned to the mansion, they changed into civilian clothes and had dinner, and received a summons from the palace. I didn't know what was going on for a while, so I hurriedly changed back into my court clothes and entered the palace again.

After reading Murong Peng's recital, Xia Ge Lao took the lead in giving a thumbs up: "The old minister never flatters, and today I want to say a compliment." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's letter is indeed refreshing, and it is indeed feasible. ”

Chen Rujun was also full of excitement: "Let's stick to the rules, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can think of another shortcut, it is really a wise move, the minister reconsiders Xia Ge Lao, without the slightest objection." ”

Looking at Murong Peng, Emperor Chongming's eyes were full of praise, and he asked appreciatively: "Tell me, how did you think of this section?"