Lingjing Jian is a salt city, and compared with Fushun Jian, the amount of salt produced each year is between Zhong Bo.

These outputs will be recorded in detail, and the transshipment envoy department has a special person responsible for collecting and inspecting to prevent the loss of salt tax in the imperial court, which accounts for a large part of the financial budget of the Great Song Dynasty and is valued from top to bottom.

So year after year, the record books can be piled up as high as a mountain. Kublai Khan sat on a stool, flipping through the pages of the books of the past years, carefully examining them.

Yao Shu sat on one side and said something to the prisoner, who was respectful, bent over and stood beside him, only resigned.

Holding a knife, Uliang Hatai sat bored at the door, looking at the sky and the ground with a pair of eyes, and then reaching out to catch the rain under the eaves, spitting mischievously at the birds that flew under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.

"In this way, the annual salt production here is enough to meet the needs of the Western Expeditionary Army, and if you add Fushun's prisoner, the Khan's court will also be worry-free." Closing the book, Kublai Khan stretched out his arm, rubbed his eyes, and said, "It is said that Xichuan has a lot of salt, and it is true. ”

"Exactly, Your Highness, the salt production on our side can not only be self-sufficient for the entire Sichuan Gorge Four Roads, but also be sold to the south and north of the Yangtze River to obtain benefits for the country." Jian Cheng's ears were sharp, and he quickly replied: "And the quality is high, the green salt in the north and the sea salt in the south are not as good as our taste and taste, and many salt wells have a hundred years of history and a long history. ”

"So if the Song Kingdom loses here, won't it be a big loss?" Kublai Khan thought for a moment and burst out laughing.

The prisoner smiled: "Yes, yes, it's a big loss." ”

Yao Shu was also laughing, and said while laughing: "Collect these back, explain them in detail when you meet the Great Khan, and explain the benefits and disadvantages, and the Great Khan may pay attention to it and re-examine the strategy of running this side." ”

"With salt alone, the Great Khan may not change his mind." Kublai Khan shook his head: "We also told him about the benefits of green salt, what is the effect?" It's not that he's disdainful, the idea of the Great Khan has been solidified, and he always thinks about looting, and he doesn't have the overall plan to calm down and sit in the world. ”

He stood up and walked to the window, which was open, and the drizzle was falling on his face, and it was very pleasant.

"It is true that plundering can bring us wealth and slaves, I understand that we have always believed in the sword and blood in the steppe, where our horses can go, where our swords can go, where our swords can go, it is ours, land, wealth, women and slaves, can be obtained in the simplest way, so why bother to produce it ourselves? Once the battle is lost one day, won't these things be snatched away by others again? ”

Kublai Khan turned around, looked at Yao Shu, stroked his chest with one hand and behind his back with the other, and said: "But the Han people have a saying, Mr. taught me, it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, and I deeply feel the same way." ”

In the Han Dynasty, Lu Jia persuaded Han Gaozu that he could not sit in the world right away from fighting the world immediately, which was even more reasonable. Relying on looting alone, there will always be a day when everything will be exhausted, and all the people in the world will be robbed and killed, what should we do? Is it time to rob your own people? ”

Yao Shu nodded and agreed: "That's the truth. ”

"So, the Great Khan's idea is naturally wrong, but it is difficult to change him, at least now." Kublai Khan shook his head and walked around: "The materials that were snatched back were piled up into a mountain, and the slave team that was snatched back stretched all the way from Lizhou to Khanting. ”

He stopped in front of Yao Shu, patted the mountain of books helplessly, and said, "But no matter what, it's always useful to bring these back." ”

Yao Shu got up, arched his hand, and said indifferently: "What His Highness said is that there will always be that day." ”

The prisoner waited on the side, listening to the conversation between the two, and his eyelids jumped a few times for no reason.

What's wrong? The Mongols are not going to go?

Of course, this question could not be asked, so he could only hang his head and hide it in his heart.

In the rain outside, a person hurriedly came in, stood outside the door, looked around, and said a few words to Uliang Hatai, who was guarding the door.

When Uliang Hatai heard this, he grinned impatiently, said a few words, and sent people away.

Kublai Khan noticed, looked at the door and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Wuliang Hatai turned around and promised: "It's a trivial matter, the city gate guard said that there is a Han army of 1,000 people coming, and the name of Zheng Ding, a thousand households of the Han army, is printed on the card, and he wants to enter the city to shelter from the rain and station, I can let them arrange it themselves, and there is no need to alarm His Highness." ”

"Zheng Ding?" Kublai Khan thought about it sideways and said, "This person seems to be fighting in the east with Zhormahan, what are you doing here?" ”

"I don't know." Wuliang Hatai said: "The one who reported the news didn't say it. ”

"Will I hear that His Highness is trapped here and come to guard?" Yao Shu guessed: "After all, the military strength in the east is strong, and it doesn't matter if there is one less thousand-man team." ”

Kublai Khan pondered, feeling that since there was a recognition card, there should be no problem with the identity of the person who came, the whole Sichuan was a battlefield, and the soldiers and horses of the Great Mongolia were scattered in all directions, and it was not surprising that a team of people came over.

This matter is not a big deal, compared to what Kublai Khan is thinking about, it is really insignificant, and it will be over with a word.

The rain and wind outside the house are sparse, and the house talks about the past and the present, the past and the future, all of which are flowing between the words, all of which are some profound truths, and the Wuliang Hatai at the door does not understand very well, so he gets bored again, repeating the action of just looking at the sky and the earth.

At the city gate, a team of more than 1,000 people was waiting far away in the shacks, not near the city gate, and the bearded Wang Kui was leading a few people to negotiate with the Mongolian soldiers guarding the gate.

"There are too many of you, there are not so many houses in the city, just go in a hundred and ten, and the rest, just look for a house to live outside."

A Mongolian hundred-hundred-household spoke stiff Chinese and puffed out his eyes.

More than a dozen Mongol soldiers crowded in the doorway, blocking the way.

"My lord, it's good, the houses outside the city are dilapidated, where can people live?" At this moment, Wang Kui, who was called Zheng Ding, begged bitterly: "We are a thousand people, how can we do it when we are crowded outside?" There are so many Han houses in the city, just drive some away and let us live in. ”

"No!" Hundreds of Mongolian households refused: "His Royal Highness Kublai Khan has an order, it is strictly forbidden to harass the residents in the city, and those who violate the order will be beheaded!" ”

He squinted at Wang Kui and snorted: "How many heads do you have, dare to disobey His Highness's orders?" ”

Wang Kui showed a cringeful expression on his face, and hurriedly asked, "Your Highness is still in the city?" ”

"Of course it's still there!" Baihu said: "Your Highness is personally staring at it, don't think about it." ”

He waved his hand and began to drive people away: "You pick some close ones and go into the city, and the rest are left outside, and there is no discussion!" ”

Wang Kui got an accurate answer, smiled, arched his hand to the hundred households, and bowed down to thank him.

Baihu didn't care, although the status of the Han army was above the status of the surrendered Song army, it was still ranked behind the Mongols and Semu people, he didn't bother to say more to Wang Kui, turned around and wanted to leave.

Wang Kui stood up straight and took out a knife from his arms.

(End of chapter)