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"Yuanqing, the main expenses of these days are all on the blacksmith's side, and it costs seven or eight thousand taels to buy pig iron and coal. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There are also pensions for the previous casualties, which are also more than 2,000 taels. There is also the construction of Changsheng Island, the daily necessities of Hiroshima Island, and the repair of ships......"

Qu Minqiu carefully explained to Li Yuanqing the flow of funds during this period, and each transaction was recorded in detail.

But although Qu Minqiu had done it meticulously enough, Li Yuanqing still had a tingling scalp.

If you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are.

At this time, there are more than 10,000 people under Li Yuanqing's command, eating, drinking, and Lazar every day, even if they don't do anything, they need hundreds of taels of silver for basic expenses, not to mention, during this time, Li Yuanqing's side has been on the march, although it seems that they have won the battle, but the loss is not small, the key is that Li Yuanqing has not obtained real valuable loot......

In this way, you can only get in and out, even if it is a gold mountain, you can't live it.

Li Yuanqing originally thought that the previous savings could be maintained for some more time, but now, the work of the blacksmith shop cannot be stopped, the construction of the new battalion on Changsheng Island cannot be broken, the population under his rule must also eat every day, and the soldiers cannot interrupt their daily drills.

"What the fuck." Li Yuanqing couldn't help but take a sip hard.

I thought I was a small boss who was honest, but I didn't know that this money was not enough to repay the bank loan.

"Yuanqing, I still have some silver here, otherwise, you can use it first. Let's get through this crisis first. We can earn the silver slowly. Qu Minqiu couldn't bear Li Yuanqing's sadness, and hugged Li Yuanqing in his arms full of maternal brilliance.

Smelling the familiar aroma on Qu Minqiu's body, Li Yuanqing was a little intoxicated, but his thinking was more clear, "Minqiu, you can't move this money." Can a living person suffocate urine? Rest assured. I have a way to solve these things. ”

Saying that, Li Yuanqing turned over and pressed Qu Minqiu under him, "Minqiu, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold." Let's do something more meaningful. ”

Qu Minqiu originally wanted to persuade Li Yuanqing again, but in a moment, she had no strength to speak, and could only rely on her instinct to whisper......

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Jingshi, the Forbidden City.

Today, the sun is shining well, and the weather is gradually starting to warm up.

On the shore of the lake in the Imperial Garden, there is a half-man tall delicate wooden building boat, which has completed the finishing work and is waiting to test the water.

Originally, Zhu Youxiao, the little emperor of the Apocalypse, had already come to the lake to hold a grand water test sailing ceremony for the treasure ship he built with his own hands, but Wei Zhongxian's side successively sent several messages, so that the little emperor of the Apocalypse directly kicked the treasure boat into the water, kicked it to pieces, and came to the imperial study in anger.

In the imperial study, the eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting knew that something had happened, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they knelt on the ground one by one, for fear of committing some taboo to the emperor.

It has been more than a year since the little emperor of the Apocalypse ascended the throne, although he likes carpentry and has a childish temperament, but he is generous by nature, kind to people, and not too harsh on eunuchs and palace maids.

But today, the emperor even kicked the treasure ship that he spent more than a month thinking about and crafting, who would not open his eyes and dare to offend his bad luck?

The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse came to the throne angrily and sat down, glared at Wei Zhongxian and said, "Big Companion, what is going on?" This world, or is it not my Ming world? This country is still not my country. Are they not my courtiers? ”

Wei Zhongxian, who ascended to the throne because of the Hakka family, at this time, was already a eunuch with a pen for the master of ceremonies.

The so-called eunuch who writes can approve red on behalf of the Son of Heaven.

The Ming Empire has two capitals and thirteen provinces, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the appointment of more than three ranks, Wei Zhongxian can write on behalf of the Son of Heaven.

All the core recitals and secret reports of the important ministers of the court and Jinyiwei need to be presented to him first, and then they will be played with the little emperor of the apocalypse.

It can be said that under one person, above ten thousand people.

But at this time, even Wei Zhongxian, who boasted of having a deep understanding of the temperament of the little emperor of the Apocalypse, had never seen the little emperor get so angry, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, "Your Majesty, the emperor must not be angry, if you are angry because of this, the slave and maid will not be redeemed." The slave maid thought, maybe, maybe Lord Xie also has a last resort. ”

Just now, Wei Zhongxian received news that the cabinet proposed the new Liaodi Economic Strategy, the right squire of the military department and the right to the imperial history of the capital, Xuanfu Governor Xie Jingbang, within a few days, wrote for the third time in succession, on the grounds of his old age and physical discomfort, rejected the proposal of the imperial court, and asked to return to his hometown.

The Liao affair collapsed, and the little emperor of the Apocalypse was already angry and anxious, where would he have thought that an old minister like Xie Jingbang, who had been in the three dynasties, would actually pick on him.

What is the face of his son of heaven? What does this make for his Liaodi?

"Bitter? What could he be up to? Hum. I know. These people have never taken me seriously at all, and have played me like a child. Hehe. Very good. Very good. Do they really think that I dare not kill? ”

After all, he is the Son of Heaven, a descendant of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, although Tianqi is young at this time, and his little face is still childish, but the power of the Son of Heaven, even Wei Zhongxian, is also frightened.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Zhongxian hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Your Majesty, according to the slave maid, the Liao affair is already like this, although Lord Xie is an old minister, he may not be able to reverse the crisis in Liaodi." He didn't deliberately shirk it, but he was afraid that he would miss the emperor's major affairs and the foundation of the Ming Dynasty. ”

Wei Zhongxian is in his early fifties this year, tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, it can be seen that when he was young, he was definitely a beautiful man with a dignified appearance and far beyond ordinary people.

Otherwise, it is impossible to easily hook up with the arrogant Hakka.

At this time, although he was old and a little rickety, Wei Zhongxian's body had a calm temperament.

At this time, the picture is like a child, coquettish to his elders.

The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse glanced at Wei Zhongxian and was slightly stunned.

He was young, but he wasn't stupid.

Speaking of which, the fate of the little emperor of the Apocalypse is extremely tragic, when he was young, his mother died early, because his father Guangzong was not treated by his grandfather Wanli, he was neglected, and he was bullied by his stepmother Li Xuanzhi, and he grew up alone in the deep palace, lonely.

finally survived until the death of his grandfather Wanli, and it was clear that he was the emperor's grandson, but his father Guangzong died 29 days after he ascended the throne, and he became the 'toy' of the ministers again.

At this time, he finally ascended the throne, and the power was in his hands, but the entire Ming Dynasty was no longer as prosperous as in the past, the Jurchens in Liaodong, Mongolia in the north, and luxury families in the southwest were all ready to move, and the ministers, forming parties for personal gain, corrupt and degenerate, changing their methods, and playing tricks in front of him, the most important thing, even God likes to joke with him.

His gaze could only be limited to the red bricks and green tiles.

"Companion, according to what you say, this exegetical state should not only not be punished, but should also be rewarded?" The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse glanced at Wei Zhongxian coldly.

Wei Zhongxian finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the tone of the little emperor of the apocalypse.

After all, Apocalypse is young and mellow, as long as his greatest anger is gone, the rest of the matter will be much simpler.

This is also Wei Zhongxian's shrewdness, first report the worries, pull the emperor to his side, and then use his means to gradually control the emperor's emotions.

"Your Majesty, of course the Interpreter State is guilty. The food of the king should be the king's worries. If the interpreter states rejects the will of the Son of Heaven, he will be punished heavily. But for now, we should first find a way to solve the problem of Liaodi. That's the main reason. ”

The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he understood that what Wei Zhongxian said was the main problem.

"Ome, what do you think about this matter? Are these Tartars really so brave? Aren't they human beings, monsters with three heads and six arms? ”

Looking at the childlike apocalypse, Wei Zhongxian's old face showed a soft smile, and he explained carefully: "Your Majesty, of course the Tartar is not a monster. They are human beings just like us. It's just that they have been living between the white mountains and black waters, and they have been accompanied by wild beasts all year round. But they are not invincible. Back then, when Qi Shuai and Li Shuai were there, didn't they honestly fight for me? ”

Hearing Wei Zhongxian talk about Qi Jiguang and Li Chengliang, the eyes of the little emperor of the Apocalypse also showed a hint of fascination.

If these two great people are here, why should he worry about his country so withering? Just a slave clown, dare to step on his nose and face?

"Ome, I see what you mean. I, Daming, need characters like Qi Shuai and Li Shuai to guard Liaodi. Only then can we suppress these hateful slaves. ”

Wei Zhongxian nodded with satisfaction, "Your Majesty, that's exactly the case." It's a pity, I'm Ming, there is no such character now. ”

Saying that, Wei Zhongxian was also a little sad.

In his life, it can be said that he was also full of ups and downs, his family was poor when he was young, and as a last resort, he chose to cut off the root of right and wrong and entered the palace as a eunuch.

But he thinks very highly of himself and has a lot of experience, and when he reaches his current position, he also wants to help the little emperor of the Apocalypse do something and help him do something himself.

After a pause, Wei Zhongxian said again: "Your Majesty, the matter of Liaodi is extremely complicated. The old slave has been rising for a long time, and now it is not so easy to exterminate it. In this matter, we must think about it slowly, and we must not be in a hurry. Although Wang Huazhen, the former governor of Liaodong, was guilty, Xiong Tingbi was even more unforgivable. When Guangning besieged the city, Wang Huazhen had already sent people to Xiong Tingbi for help, but Xiong Tingbi had tens of thousands of troops, but he did not have the intention of half-distributing troops. Later, the city of Guangning was broken, Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi met in the Daling River, at that time, the two sides combined, there were still tens of thousands of troops. Wang Huazhen proposed a counterattack on Guangning, but Xiong Tingbi not only ridiculed Wang Huazhen, but also turned around and left. led to the war in Quang Ninh, which could no longer be cleaned up. ”

The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse nodded slowly.

Of course, he knew that Wang Huazhen was a member of Wei Zhongxian's eunuch party, and Wei Zhongxian naturally wanted to exonerate Wang Huazhen, and although Xiong Tingbi was a follower of his grandfather Wanli Ye, Xiong Tingbi was narrow-minded and could not tolerate people.

It's actually quite understandable.

Xiong Tingbi has been stamped with the big seal of 'Zhibing' since many years ago, but in the Battle of Guangning, even if he had a conflict with Wang Huazhen, even if Wang Huazhen's strategy had a major mistake, he did not save him, and watched Wang Huazhen make mistakes, resulting in the loss of western Liao, the destruction of 130,000 troops, and the displacement of hundreds of thousands of Liao people.

Wang Huazhen is because he does have a problem with his own ability, but Xiong Tingbi's side is due to personal reasons.

In this way, it is naturally clear who is more harmful.

"Companion, in your opinion, what should I do at this time?" The Little Emperor of the Apocalypse threw the topic to Wei Zhongxian again.

Wei Zhongxian was just about to speak, but at this time, the guards shouted from outside the door, "Report ~~~, Liaohai 800 miles urgent." Great victory, great victory. ”

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