"What is Yun Yue doing?" Jing Erduan sat on the throne in the Chengming Hall and looked at the recital. The chapter is written on paper produced by the Yun family, which is much lighter and more economical than bamboo slips. Since the popularization of paper in the Qin court, officials at all levels have cheered. Everyone welcomed this revolutionary new thing, and of course there were those who were unhappy. For example, the wrestlers who were responsible for carrying bamboo slips were laid off and then diverted. The errand of presenting the concerto was replaced by an in-house attendant who was not very strong.

"The report from the inside last time said that it seems that the army is being dismantled." Qiandu replied cautiously, as this King of Qin grew older, Jiwei became more and more powerful. Although this is still a tablet-style soy sauce role in the Great Qin Dynasty, the people around him believe that this person will reign in the world in the future.

With the advantage of carrier pigeons, Yun Yue can know the price of vegetables in Xianyang City the day before yesterday. The sad Jing Er can only receive a cool report once a month, and if it is winter, the time will be even longer. The asymmetry of information made the information received by Jing Er still stay in the period of Yunyue's reorganization.

"What? Yunhou actually took the initiative to dismantle the army? Jing Er immediately put down the note in his hand, and the reward that Qiandu gave him was really a little unexpected.

The vassal states of the Warring States period, and the various feudal states. They all understand the truth that power comes out of the barrel of a gun, and without exception, they keep the size of the army at the maximum allowable by the national strength. As long as you can afford it, recruit as many troops as possible. Because since the Spring and Autumn Period, the vassal states have found through large-scale wars that the standing army is more effective than the peasant army that has been temporarily organized.

This is true of the vassal states and the same is true of the feudal states below them, if there is not enough military strength. If you're not careful, you'll be destroyed. The Zhao family before the separation of the three families is an example.

Like a feudal marquis like Yun Yue, there are soldiers and generals. Every year, through the export of trade, you can also get a huge amount of monetary benefits. Not to mention raising an army of sixty or seventy thousand people. Even raising an army of 100,000 doesn't seem to be too much of a problem, why did he suddenly start disarming? Jing Er showed extreme incomprehension about this, and the persecution paranoia made him feel that there was something greasy in this!

"Let's go, go to Mr. Gongsun." Jing Er has developed a habit that if there is no accident, he encounters something that cannot be solved. You have to ask Gongsun Long's opinion. After each careful consideration, he felt that Gongsun Long's suggestion was the most in line with the situation. In the end, no matter what, you have to follow his advice.

"Whoa!" Qiandu bowed and followed behind Yun Yue. Walked towards Gongsun Long's residence in the backyard.

Fragrant tea was brewed in the grass house, and it was not boiled but the Yun family's tea. Jing Er, who had just entered the door, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, unconsciously the things invented by the Yun family had infiltrated every corner of Daqin. From papermaking to the newly replaced glass in the Xuanmuro Hall. Without exception, they are all produced by the Yun family. The most depressing thing is. Dried seafood in the dining room every day. There is also this drinking steamed wine, fruit stuffing, and fragrant tea are all handed down by the Yun family. I really don't know what the Yun family will become of Daqin if it continues like this.

Jing Er felt even more that the Yun family was a big problem. It is not a good thing that the veins of the empire are too much in the hands of one family. The emperor's habit is to control everything, and as long as things are no longer in his control, he is a little uncertain.

"What is the matter with the king?" Gongsun Long was a little strange. In the past, at this time, Jing Er would watch the concert in the Chengming Palace. It has to be said that among the princes and kings of today. There are few people as diligent as Jing Er. Gongsun Long understood that Jing Er had suffered too much when he was young. Compared with those kings who are longer than the hands of the women of the deep palace, Jing Er can be regarded as having been through the wind and rain for a long time. Such an emperor often has a rock-like will and a stronger determination.

Qiandu said that Yunhou was disarmed in Pingliang in large numbers, and he was very puzzled after thinking about it. So I came to consult with my husband to see what the reason was. "Jing Er talked to Gongsun Long, and he always went straight like this, without making any detours.

"Cutting out the army? There was no riot in Pingliang? Gongsun Long asked in surprise.

This question shows that Gongsun Long is different, after a thing comes out, he will immediately draw inferences and deduce more things.

The reduction of the army means that the Qiuba with knives and guns are unemployed. Workers are unemployed and block the road, stop the train to send moments, and petition. But the Qiu Ba who had knives in their hands were laid off, and then the matter was a big deal. With a knife in their hands and no money in their pockets, it is really difficult for them not to do some robbery to make a living, especially in the rich Pingliang. Disarmament is likely to turn into a riot between the dismantled army and the army left behind!

Jing Er also reacted, turned around and looked at Qiandu suspiciously. He didn't tell himself about the riots that took place in Pingliang City.

"Your Majesty, there has been no rebellion in Pingliang. The news from the inside is ominous, but it basically means that the retrenched soldiers have been resettled. I really don't know what kind of police station or the slave maid of the urban management team is. Qiandu couldn't stand Jing Er's eyes, and hurriedly bowed down to report.

"The police station, the urban management team ......!" Jing Er muttered and looked at Gongsun Long, his eyes were very confused. I hope to help this mentor and friend as I have done in the past.

Gongsun Long naturally had never heard of the police station and the urban management team. His eyes were also confused, and he thought for a while: "The police station, the chengguan team...... As the name suggests, it seems to be in charge of the city. Yunhou has always been whimsical in doing things, and this time it is estimated that the same is true. In short, he stuffed these dismissed soldiers into the yamen, so that it would not look like Pingliang should not be chaotic, but the city governance would be better and better. ”

After a pause, Gongsun Long continued: "This move can explain three things, one is that Yunhou has no idea of using force to make trouble, at least not for now. Because according to the Yun family's financial resources, they can fully afford to raise these soldiers and train them to become usable elite soldiers on the battlefield.

The second is that Yunhou collected so many people in the three eastern counties to go to Pingliang, which directly led to the lack of pressure on Pingliang, otherwise he would not have laid off so many soldiers for appeasement and public security.

The third is that the king's salary policy failed, and last year it was secretly dispatched by the king. The amount of grain flowing into Pingliang was a full one, but Yunhou should not have noticed it yet. After all, last year, the Eastern Front fought on two fronts, and grain prices rose. We must continue to implement this policy, and when it comes to the time of the king's pro-government, Pingliang can only get less than half of the current grain.

If the king did it intentionally, Pingliang would definitely fall into a chaotic situation of lack of food. When the time comes, the king will be able to solve Yunhou's hundred battles without blood. Gongsun Long shook his head and analyzed the truth, and Jing Er nodded frequently when he heard it.

"Uh...... Mr. Gongsun, Xizuo has already sent the two kinds of grain introduced by Pingliang back to Xianyang. I heard that the yield per mu has reached about 50 stones, and potatoes are both vegetables and grains. Corn is also a good grain, and I heard that a good harvest will be available in a few days. According to the detailed report, Yunhou said that as long as there are these two things, Pingliang will not be hungry! Qiandu couldn't listen anymore, and his subordinates had already sent the potatoes to Xianyang. And a stick of corn was made, and it was brought together.

"Hahaha, Father-in-law Qiandu is ridiculous! From ancient times to the present, we have never heard of a crop with a yield of 50 koku per mu. Shennong has tasted all kinds of herbs, and he has never heard him say that there is such a bizarre crop. Obviously, this is just Yunhou's trick. If it is really 50 stone per mu, then where is there still hunger in the world. I'm afraid, it has been planted all over the ground for a long time, and it will take to wait until today? ”

For Qiandu's words, Gongsun Long didn't believe a word. Where in the world is there such a high-yield crop, he has also played with the thing called potatoes. Within a few days of putting it on a plate, buds sprouted. The shape is hateful and hateful.,Throw it away casually but be curious to eat it by the little chamberlain.。 As a result, the little chamberlain died that night, although no one said that the potato was poisoned, but behind the scenes, everyone thought so.

Although the corn was not in kind, Gongsun Long felt it. Maybe it's the same as potatoes, it's just a trick that Yun Yue got out of somewhere. The purpose is just to recruit more people to Pingliang. In the world now, there are always people who can't eat enough. If there is a place where you can eat your stomach, why don't you cut your head and rush over?

Qiandu was a little embarrassed, but the person in front of him was the red man in Jing Er's eyes. Naturally, he couldn't afford to offend, so he had to bow down and say that he was taught. But I made up my mind in my heart, although the potato can poison people, this corn has not been tested. He thinks that if he finds someone to plant a few plants, and then finds someone to eat them, he will see if he will poison people. If you can't, come to this Gongsun Long again to settle accounts.

Gu also felt that a crop with a yield of 50 stone per mu was a bit exaggerated. This matter will be mentioned later, and the plan to stop Pingliang from purchasing grain must be continued. But you have to be more hidden, so that Yun Yue can't find out. Jing Er made the final decision.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a small chamberlain hurrying over. Seeing Jing Er, he hurriedly bowed down and said, "King Qiqi, the little princess of Chu came to Chengming Hall to see the king." ”

Jing Er has a big head, and this little princess of Chu is the one who was touched by Gan Luo. Although Gan Luo was dragged out by the angry filial piety, Jing Er still had some shadows psychologically.

Jing Er has already tasted the taste of a woman, and his personal palace people have let him play it all over again. Women play with this thing too much, and they will think that this is the case. Although the little princess of Chu has a noble bloodline and is as beautiful as a flower. But Jing Er didn't have much of a cold with her!

It's just that this woman is the niece of the filial queen and the future queen candidate. If you get her, you will naturally be able to get the support of the filial piety. For the sake of the throne after the pro-government in the future, Jing Er felt that he could only endure it, perhaps this was also a kind of helplessness of the emperor. (To be continued.) )