Jing Ling pressed his temple with one hand, revealing a headache. www.biquge.info If the consumption of 600,000 people is calculated, the grain in the city needs warehouse can only last for two months, of course, if you count the accumulated grain in the people's homes, it can at least last until the next grain harvest season.

But Nolan was bound to use all kinds of means to hinder the development of the Chinese state, only a hundred Nolan cavalry could slaughter the entire village, and by the time the Red Army arrived, the enemy had already fled, leaving only a field of corpses and burned crops. This is also the reason why Jing Ling decided to be loyal to the Black Land, and only with the military and material assistance of the Black Land can the Zhonghua State survive this difficult period.

Then there is the issue of money, which needs money to fight wars, money to rebuild homes, and even various reform measures to revitalize the economy need financial support. Then the problem arises, due to the perennial war in several towns along the Li River, the turbulent situation has caused the trade route to be destroyed, the ice city can not profit from trade, and the government's financial revenue is naturally low.

This is also the reason why the Sirius Alliance can dominate the mountains, if you live with dignity and have food, then who else will go up the mountains and fall into the grass?

Jing Ling sighed heavily and said, "The food must be paid, Haji, Cain, tell the sergeants below, bear with me for the time being, and I will distribute the food in less than five days." ”

The five-day period was actually very tight, and Jing Ling had to solve not only the problem of food and salary, but also the soldiers' weapons and equipment, clothes and bedding, garrison sites, and ideological work. In addition to the army needs food and money, those poor yellow people who have regained their freedom also need government relief, and the dilapidated ice city also needs a lot of materials to rebuild.

"Commander, why don't we tax the whites in the city? Especially those powerful people, they are all very rich. After Wen Xiyang finished speaking, he glanced at the wiki, and the latter suddenly hit a spirit.

It seems that the Red Army is going to attack the elites, so I'd better donate most of my family property, Vicky thought to himself.

But what Jing Ling said next made everyone stunned, "Xiyang, you are right, the wealth of all the white people in the city adds up to at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, such a large amount of money must not be wasted, I want to stack them all up and become a stepping stone for the development of the Chinese state." ”

Vicky thought to himself that this Jingling was ruthless enough, and he wanted all the wealth of all the white people in the city!

Cain worried, "Commander, will your actions cause the whites to revolt?" ”

The rest of the people also showed worriedness, obviously they all thought that Jing Ling's idea was too scary, and it was better to levy some taxes for various reasons, if all the wealth of the whites was taken away, then the Red Army would be no different from the robbers? Even if the people who were robbed of the money did not rise up to resist now due to the obscenity of the robbers, as long as they had that opportunity, I believe they would be happy to take their money back.

But Jing Ling is not a scheming idiot, on the contrary, he knows how to manipulate power better than those who are immersed in the world of fame and fortune.

Last night, he had gathered people from all walks of life in the city in the Blood Dragon Banner through flickering and bloody speeches, so now he wouldn't be stupid enough to do stupid things that would divide the people.

But since he said that he would put hundreds of thousands of gold coins in the city into the government's coffers, he must have a way to fulfill his promise.

"I have my own way of doing things, now I'm going to assign the work." Jing Ling got up and pointed at Haji and Cain respectively and said, "Haji, you lead the first division to repair the city wall. Cain, your second division now has only 3,000 men, so go and assist in the repair of the city and pacify the outcasts. I will form another logistics force to ensure the smooth running of your work. He turned his gaze to the wiki and continued: "Don't toss around at your age, leave it to Mu Xin, and I'll give him some orders later." ”

Vicky said helplessly: "Everything is carried out according to your arrangement. ”

"Then it's all gone, the guards are all out, and I want to be alone for a while." Jing Ling flicked his hands out and motioned for everyone to leave the conference room.

Although they didn't know how Jing Ling would use to obtain the hundreds of thousands of gold coins controlled by the white people in the city, they had already seen Jing Ling's ability, so they were all looking forward to him doing another miracle.

When everyone's backs completely disappeared behind the slowly closing door, Jing Ling sat on the stone chair and scolded in his mouth: "His uncle, ** silk is happier than us, and now he is really poor." But if I give me time, I'll be able to get those hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and then turn them into millions, or even tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions! ”

Thinking that the Zhonghua State would become prosperous and powerful under his leadership, the corners of Jing Ling's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, but he quickly went on again.

"Anyway, it's imperative now to survive this year!"

If there is a goal, there will be motivation, this sentence is reflected in Jing Ling's body is not contrary to harmony, although the old man Rhine warned him to rest more, but he just lay on the stone chair and closed his eyes for a while, then got up and left the city hall, and came to the city road shrouded in night.

The people who were busy on the city road soon noticed Jing Ling, and they began to stop what they were doing and came closer to Jing Ling. An old woman with a face full of vicissitudes staggered to Jing Ling's side, and said with a strong bow: "Great lord, thank you for pulling us out of the war, even if I die, I will sing your ode to heaven." ”

Jing Ling was just about to stretch out his hands to hold the old woman's wrinkled right palm, when the two guards behind him suddenly stepped forward and blocked him sideways, one of the guards said, "Commander, we haven't screened the identities of everyone in the city yet, I'm afraid that some enemy spies will be against you." ”

The concerns of the two guards are not unreasonable, after all, those world's top dark organizations are not vegetarians. Jing Ling had already learned this, and as soon as he thought of the killer organization of Viper, Jing Ling inadvertently looked in the direction of the Rose Garden.

I don't know if she escaped from the city.

Cher's fair-skinned and delicate beautiful face occupied Jing Ling's mind in an instant, and the thought of going to the Rose Garden always lingered in his mind......

"This is my people, and they will not be good for me?" Jing Ling put aside the two guards who were blocking him, stepped forward and grabbed the old woman's right palm, and muttered: "This is an extraordinary time, and our living conditions are a little simpler, but believe me, it won't be long before I let you eat meat until you get bored, and the wool blankets at home are all made of local cloth." ”

The old woman felt the warmth that Jing Ling transmitted to her through the palm of her hand, and suddenly burst into tears, and choked up: "Okay...... Well, you are a good lord who cares for the people. ”

The onlookers on the city road also cast their eyes of gratitude and adoration to Jing Ling, and when Jing Ling said goodbye to them and left the city road, they all watched Jing Ling in unison, until the back of the great shore disappeared at the turning point between the city road and the laneway......

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Standing at the main entrance of the Rose Garden, looking at the familiar gilded signboard, Jing Ling's mind suddenly floated with the face of a rakshasa.

Brother, can we meet again......

Regarding the uncertain whereabouts of Rakshasa's life and death, Jing Ling regretted that he didn't ask Rakshasa where he was going, and now he only knew that Rakshasa would definitely go to save Yan Zhi and Asu.

The world is like chess, we are all just chess pieces......

He had already entered the Rose Garden, and the moonlight shone through the stained windows into the lobby, and his gaze swept over him, but he found no one, and then walked up the stairs.

Although the two guards were very puzzled about why the military commander came to this empty red building, they knew that the military commander must have a reason to come here, so they faithfully fulfilled their duties as guards and followed Jing Ling to the sound room on the top floor.

Jing Ling pushed open the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was the white piano, the window was not closed, and the curtain took on a dynamic wave shape under the breeze.

Jing Ling seemed to see a shadow by the windowsill, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was just an illusion.

"Looks like she's gone." Jing Ling looked at the white violin and muttered to himself.

He remembered the first time he met Cher, the melodious singing voice had intoxicated him, and then remembered that when he was about to be surrounded, it was Cher who pulled him into the sound room, although some embarrassing things happened in the end, but the soft touch was something he could never forget for the rest of his life.

A sense of loneliness rose suddenly in his heart, and even he didn't know why he felt this way, was it because he might never see her again?

The thought that he might have a love affair with Xue'er made Jing Ling feel a fluster, as if he had missed something that could no longer be recovered.

"My friend is gone, let's go too." Jing Ling deliberately pretended to be chic, and after knowing that Xue'er had left, he didn't stop staying longer, and soon left the Rose Garden and disappeared into the dim alleyway.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous corner, a black-robed man watched Jing Ling's departure.

Although the black robe made her completely melt into the darkness, it could not hide her graceful figure, the few strands of broken hair on her forehead fluttered in the breeze, and the white and delicate goose egg face was like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

"This damn Jing Ling, did he go to the Rose Garden to find me?"

Even though this voice is full of resentment, it is still beautiful and pleasant, but it is a pity that it cannot reach the ears of Jing Ling, and everything in the world seems to have a certain number in the dark......

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