As Chen Ping expected, Liu Hong was indeed thinking of a way to solve the situation at this time.

After pondering and meditating for a night, Liu Hong reluctantly found that his current situation was not much better than that of Emperor Han Xian four hundred years later...

The predicament faced by Liu Hong was even more severe than Chen Ping's prediction - Chen Ping thought that the border army in Liu Hong's hands was simply made up by Chen Ping's own brain!

Liu Hong didn't even know that Chen Ping had such an idea!

Now, the Northern Army is under the control of Zhou Bo; Even if the Southern Army is imprisoned, it has no combat effectiveness at all.

What makes Liu Hong feel even more desperate is that he can't even get out of the palace gate now...

If not, you can go to Nanying or Beiying again and stage a good show of 'Liu's left favor'.

The house leak happened to rain overnight - as soon as the day dawned, the insect entered the palace to see him; Under Liu Hong's expectant gaze, he said the last thing Liu Hong wanted to hear: The northern and southern armies were not under his control...

In other words, Liu Hong only happily harvested the unexpected joy of 'Weiwei' yesterday, and Worm became an honorary Jiuqing today.

Looking around, the new wave of guards who were rotated around Chenshi, Liu Hong slowly closed his eyes - unless the divine soldiers descended from the sky, otherwise, Liu Hong's best ending would be to spend his life under house arrest...

！！！

Divine Soldiers from the Sky?

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Liu Hongdi's brain like lightning!

After thinking about it, Liu Hong decided to take a risk - instead of being a puppet for a lifetime, it is better to fight.

The decision was made, Liu Hong resolutely tore off a large strip of cloth from his belt, stretched his finger to his mouth, and bit it hard!

Didn't bite it...

With grinning teeth, he came to the imperial case, picked up the dagger that he took out from under the pillow yesterday, and slowly cut through the index finger of his right hand.

Then, Liu Hong gritted his teeth and endured the pain, writing something on the torn belt.

"Chen Ping..."

"Since you're going to be a cheat, then don't blame me for learning Hanxian..."

muttered to himself and wrote a blood letter, picked up the jade seal carved from He's bi on the imperial case, and resolutely printed it on his belt.

Putting the jade seal back into the imperial case, Liu Hong picked up the piece of cloth with the blood book written on it, read it carefully, and then waved his hand and called Qin Mu to his side.

Squinting at the guards around him, who were still on guard, Liu Hong cleared his throat and scolded with anger on his face: "What are you going to do!" ”

"Isn't it cured? How did he die? ”

Hearing Liu Hong's sudden roar, the surrounding guards subconsciously turned around, and then turned their backs to Liu Hong in confusion, each 'under martial law'.

Qin Mu looked at Liu Hong with a confused face, his lips squirming slightly, not knowing what to say.

I saw Liu Hong viciously throw the cloth in his hand into Qin Mu's face, and scolded angrily: "Wang Zhong, my loyal slave, just died like this?" ”

"Check! Find out the thief behind the scenes! ”

When Qin Mu heard this, he was even more confused.

Wang Zhong?

I'm not dead, I'm alive and well!

Your Majesty, this is...

Stunned?

Raising his head suspiciously, he saw Liu Hong blinking quickly, and immediately said to the guards: "If I want to go to the toilet, just wait for martial law to be outside." ”

After speaking, turning around, Liu Hong glanced at Qin Mu again: "Qin Shilang will go with me." ”

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Outside the Weiyang Palace, the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Chen Ping got up early today, and after going to the Prime Minister's Mansion to briefly inquire about the latest affairs, he sat down in front of his desk and dealt with the mountain of bamboo slips—the government affairs accumulated in the past period.

In the eyes of others, Chen Ping may be in a high position, but now he is faintly compared to Zhou Gong, doing auxiliary political affairs, and the scenery is infinite.

But only Chen Ping himself knows: Qin Shi Huang, he was really tired to death...

It is rumored that when the first emperor Yingzheng was alive, he only slept for two hours a day. The government affairs bamboo slips handled are calculated by catties - one hundred and twenty catties per day!

Just picking up and putting it down is enough to make a middle-aged man tired and half dead!

As the actual controller of the Han regime, the burden that Qin Shi Huang had experienced was now on Chen Ping's shoulders.

In front of Chen Ping, the unprocessed government affairs bamboo slips occupied a space of about five meters square, nearly one person tall!

Tiredly picked up a bamboo slip and swept it slightly, Chen Ping's brows furrowed slightly.

——Due to the lack of rainfall in the first half of the year, and another heavy rain near the autumn harvest, the average yield per mu in Shangjun this year is less than two stones!

In Guanzhong, even if the land fertility is seriously reduced after several years of continuous cultivation, the yield per mu will not fall below three stones.

The average yield per mu in the entire upper county is less than two stones, which means that most of the yeoman farmers in the upper county have paid taxes and left the next year's grain, and there is hardly a grain of rice left for rations!

If the imperial court leaves it alone, at the beginning of spring next year, the people of Shangjun who are forced to eat the grain as winter rations will face the embarrassing situation of 'having land but not planting'.

That's not bad!

If the situation is any worse, the people of Shangjun will probably not survive this winter, and they will die of hunger and cold.

There was no way, in order to ensure that there would be no famine in Shangjun, Chen Ping could only write the word 'Ke' on the letter in his hand that was submitted by Shangjun Shou and asked the court to reduce or reduce grain taxes.

I flipped through the next few volumes of bamboo slips, and the books on them were basically the same: one and a half stones per mu in Yunzhong, two stones per mu in Yanmen, and one and a half stones per mu in Youbeiping...

Lamenting, Chen Ping could only continue to make instructions: Shangjun, Yunzhong, and Youbeiping will be exempted from next year's grain tax, and Yanmen will be halved, from 15 taxes to 30 taxes.

However, with a cup of tea, Chen Ping made four instructions, which directly led to a decrease in the income of the Han family's treasury by at least 20,000 yuan in the second year.

But there is no way, the yeoman farmers in the feudal era are extremely fragile, but whenever they encounter a bad year, they are likely to go bankrupt, sell their fields and houses, sell their sons and daughters, and finally sell themselves to powerful landlords as slaves in order to survive.

And this is something that no feudal regime wants.

The reason is simple: every time a yeoman farmer becomes a slave, the regime loses a taxpayer and a source of conscription.

With a sigh, Chen Ping picked up the last bamboo slip on the desk, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

——The general has returned to the dynasty and has arrived at Hangu Pass.

At the beginning of the incident, Chen Ping was a little unsure: as a nobleman, would he stand in the same camp as himself, depose Liu Hong, and welcome Liu Heng.

After that, the baby was stranded in Xingyang on the grounds of 'dispatching soldiers', and Chen Ping also vaguely understood the meaning of the baby: he didn't want to go to the troubled waters of Chang'an.

But at this point in time, the attitude of the baby teacher is very subtle.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, Chen Ping stood up tiredly and came to the window to look at the east.

"Marquis Ruyin, what do you want..."