Chapter 27: The Essence of Yunlang

"In ten days, Liu Ling will arrive in Lan City."

Yun Lang glanced at the map and measured it with his hands and came up with a rough result.

"When will we start harvesting the Western Regions?"

Cao Xiang took off his shoes and leaned on the brocade couch and asked.

"Wait, when the weather is warmer and the grass grows."

Cao Xiang sighed comfortably and said: "Yes, this is his mother's harvest, just like the crops grow in the ground by themselves, we don't have to do anything, and when he is mature, we will take the sickle and harvest it......

Alang, is there a more comfortable way to let these crops go into our pockets on their own?

Or don't you want to be the kind that can't be done? ”

"Actually, you can.

The Huns were of great help to us, helping us kill all the old rulers of the Western Regions and sweeping away the wealth that the people of the Western Regions had accumulated for hundreds of years.

The current people of the Western Regions have nothing, and besides, they also know that if they don't have a strong backer, the wealth they produce in the future will still be taken away by others.

This is where our preciousness is highlighted.

As long as our army is still in the Western Regions, the Huns will not dare to come, and by the way, they will exterminate some nasty horse thieves.

We'll be happy to collect taxes in the Western Regions. ”

"How do you collect taxes? The Western Regions is so big, the cost of collecting taxes is higher than the taxes received, what does he want him to do with such taxes? ”

"Didn't you just come up with a plan?"

"What's the method?"

"Let the crops automatically go into our pockets."

"The people of the Western Regions are stupid, they shouldn't be so stupid as this, right?"

"It is enough to implement the tax package system."

"And then every few years, you're going to get rid of those people who are tax-packed. And then support the new tax collectors? ”

"This is a routine that His Majesty is used to, why can't we use it? Getting rid of the tax collectors who are boiling with public resentment will help the long-term peace and stability of the localities. ”

Cao Xiang nodded and said, "Reduce the tax rate a little, so that the people of the Western Regions will be very grateful to us." ”

"There is not much that cannot be reduced, the land of the Western Regions is rich in land, especially jade, precious stones, agate, fur, dried fruits, and countless mineral deposits.

If a low tax rate is used, it is very unfair to the people of the Han Dynasty.

You don't have to worry about these things, Dongfang Shuo, Sima Qian, and Xiahou Jing are sorting out the taxes of various countries in the Western Regions, and they are ready to compromise and formulate a relatively complete tax rate, which is best once and for all.

You see when you go back to Chang'an, our brothers are outside, there is no one to talk to at home, many things have to be explained to explain, it is very troublesome, and it is easy to bring disaster to all of us. ”

"Don't make any more effort with my uncle, he will not change, and forcibly changing his views and thoughts will only make him hate us even more.

Gillian, mother, the queen we don't have to work hard, there is no need for other ministers to make friends.

It's not that our brother has too little power to climb up, but that we have too much power and have already clashed with my uncle, so it's better for people to forget about us at this time.

Always appearing in front of people, always reminding others that there are still a group of people like us in the Han Kingdom, it is definitely not a good thing.

What we have to do now is to quietly accumulate money and food, and quietly train manpower, so that the rebellion will not stop. At least when my uncle's board came down, we could stand the beating.

If you find me bored by my idleness, I'll go back to Jingtieshan, where I like the iron ore more and more, and it makes people happier than gold. ”

Yun Lang glanced at Cao Xiang, this guy is about to stink on the bed now, and he will never sit if he can lie down.

The originally tall and thin body was like blowing up balloons and fat, especially the big belly was even more prominent, which made Yun Lang think that his old disease had recurred, so Su Zhi gave him the strictest screening, and finally found that this guy was fat, and there was no other reason.

The handsome and upright young man saw that he had turned into a fat middle-aged man with a beard, and Yun Lang was very embarrassed.

A man's good times are just a few short years, and as time passes, all the bad hidden things will come out, and eventually turn a good beautiful boy into a pig.

"I said I would take you to practice martial arts!"

"Don't practice!"

"I went to the sick and talked about practicing martial arts, and I didn't seem to ask for your opinion."

Cao Xiang came down from the brocade couch with a big belly, waved his hand and said: "I will leave Dunhuang and prepare to return to Jingtie Mountain to be my mountain king." ”

Yun Lang grabbed Cao Xiang and said, "When we come back from my illness, we have very important things to discuss." ”

"As long as it's not a rebellion, how you discuss, I'll do what I do, now, don't pull me, my current physique, if I am dragged to practice martial arts by going to illness, I may die."

"Okay, what do you have to do when you get sick, do you think you'll be fine if you run back to Jingtieshan? He's going to get you, too. ”

Cao Xiang gritted his teeth fiercely, shook off Yun Lang's hand, and went out, Yun Lang shouted from behind: "Don't think about running away." ”

"I'll ask Su Zhi to prescribe medicine to reduce swelling for me......"

The people of Dunhuang County are constantly decreasing, and the population here is actually the people and the army, when the army takes the people to start building roads, as the road gradually goes away, Dunhuang gradually becomes depressed.

Dongfang Shuo stood on the wasteland with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was looking at, Sima Qian followed Dongfang Shuo's gaze for a long time, and felt that there was nothing in front of him except for the endless wasteland.

But he didn't bother to ask Dongfang Shuo, because this person likes to talk the most.

The answer to the same thing that you know from his mouth yesterday will be very different from the answer you hear from him tomorrow.

However, he was able to explain his open-mindedness with the most correct theories.

"The big man is a horse, and the small one is a horse; Grow as chickens and small as chicks; The big is a cow, and the small is a calf; Life is a child, and growth is an old age; There is no certainty in the world, and that one will deceive you with such a trivial matter. ”

Since hearing this correct strange theory, Sima Qian no longer debated anything with Dongfang Shuo, according to his theory, no matter what he said, he was right.

Today is a rare sober day for Dongfang Shuo.

Sima Qian decided to give him another chance.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at three thousand miles away, Liu Ling is fighting a decisive battle with the King of the Great Moon Clan."

"Who won?"

"There is no winner yet."

When Dongfang Shuo said this, he had an indescribable sense of loneliness.

"A big clan, when there is rigidity in softness, coercion but not submission, pressure but not bending, unevenness is called, resistance is strong, the enemy will live, and move forward bravely...... In this way, it will be passed down through the ages.

The lord of the Huns has become a woman, this is the beginning of the disaster of the Huns, the woman's heart will be strong and avoid, weak and invaded, gained, will not want to let go, lost, will never forget.

She didn't know that it was precisely because of the ice and snow in the north that the Huns raised the fierce Huns, and the Huns fought against the ice and snow to create a strong and unyielding character, a strong body, and an indomitable brave heart.

She only knew that it was not easy for people to live in the north, and the products were not abundant, and this land was not fought by her, so she abandoned it.

Now, the Huns are advancing vigorously in the Western Regions, advancing like a hurricane, and there is no disadvantage under the horse's hooves.

But I don't know that this should be the last glory of the Huns.

Once they reach a warm and rich place, with the greed of the Huns, they will definitely expropriate and extort the power of the world to satisfy the selfishness of the Huns.

Fugui Township is a poison that eats bones, the Huns are not good at fighting wits, once the strong body is also lost, it should be the time when the Huns are completely destroyed.

I can't kill the Huns with a knife, even if I am as strong as the Han now, I can't do it, and if I don't fight for a hundred years and drain the last drop of blood of the Huns, I can't achieve this goal at all.

Now, no, there is not a single Hun in this wasteland, and even the Huns hidden in the mountains do not hesitate to travel far and wide to follow their king.

There is not a single Hun in the Northland......

The Huns left their ancestral land, and it was over, no matter how brilliant they are now, after this breath is completely consumed, they will be lonely, and the suffering they inflict on the Dayue Clan, Dawan, and even Daxia today, and other countries, their descendants will return thousands of times more.

Zichang, you must add a sentence when you write a biography for Yongan Hou Yunlang. ”

Sima Qian smiled: "What? Plus the expulsion of the Huns? Or tell the world that Yunhou sent the Huns to death while eating, drinking, and having fun? ”

Dongfang Shuo looked back at Sima Qian and said, "No, you must tell future generations - Yun Lang's intentions - how poisonous it is!" ”