"No, I can't. Zhao Guangyi said categorically: " Seven points of interest is set by silver dust, no one can change it, this interest is not what he said casually, but the result of careful calculation, you need to know, ordinary field per mu, a year can not even increase the yield of a point, most of them are just a few cents, industrial production, just like those puppets under my hands, a year's output value is only five points of increment, the interest is not allowed to exceed seven points, that is because I now control this bit of land, the total output value, whether it is the yield per mu of the field, handicraft, machine tools, or services, the highest annual increase in production is only seven cents。 When we still use silver dollars and gold dollars, do not issue bearer silver bills, and the inflation rate is almost zero, rashly issuing high-interest loans, I am afraid that the result will shake the national capital!"

"!!," he said, and all the ministers in the hall were shocked. "Shake the country?" Halan Xuanqi couldn't believe it: "Is it so serious?"

"Finance will always be a tool, not a money-making machine. Zhao Guangyi's words were still heard from Yin Shanluan.

He paused, and then said: "You can think about it, since the whole country has the power to produce only 7 percent more per year, but in the end, you need to pay 50 percent more interest, isn't this difficult for a strong man?!"

"Your Majesty. At this time, the head of the household department said: "In the past year, the tax revenue of the national dynasty alone has more than doubled compared with last year......

"But the investment is more than doubled, and there is nothing more than last year, not to mention that even if there is a surplus, these silver dollars should also be kept as an emergency reserve, instead of putting the money out of the seal to increase the tragedy of the family and the death of the family, you must know that now, the "Limited Liability Law" has been rejected by you, and I really can't bear to see the people overwhelmed. What's more, now we have to guard against freezing, against the north, against the Yue Emperor, against rats, against this and that, and we don't have any foundation in our hands, and I can't even live in this palace! Therefore, the "King James Interest Rate Law" must be implemented meticulously, and those big families have opinions? Then see you on the battlefield, if I can fight against the shield, can't I still capture their Zhuangzi!"

With these words, the general's eyes lit up, but Wenchen's face turned green. At this time, Song Ziran, another old minister left by the Spirit Emperor, said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the dynasty has been decided, and you can't use the sword and soldiers in the ......."

"But for the sake of the common people in the world, for the sake of the real majority of the people still have a way to live, I have to do this, not to mention that you have also seen that there is no shortage of capable people under me who can quickly build and recover, and it is really broken, and it is not difficult to rebuild a new one!" ......Zhao Guangyi's gaze turned to Ning Zechen:

"Can there be a big family in the southern province here?"

"No, most of them are huge families in Gannan Province, Lihe Province and other places, thousands of years of hairpins, these people have tens of thousands of slaves, countless fertile fields, and ...... And they have the heart to get power and ride the wall, and the ministers are really worried that they will completely fall to the side of the Yue Emperor. ”

"Just let them completely fall to Emperor Yue's unsuccessful nephew. The thousand-year-old hairpin, which is a ritual monster that has been tired of being with the gate of Lingdongde for thousands of years, has long been rotten to the roots, and it is troublesome to keep it...... However, it is not very suitable to send troops to rectify the situation in winter, so it is better to inform the Judicial Yuan, and these people will be detained in prison for the winter first......"

Zhao Guangyi said, and the courtiers below all looked strange, as if they were desperately holding back their laughter, just because his tone was like arranging a group of animals to hibernate.

As he was talking, suddenly the door of the main hall was pushed open.

There are only two people who can do this, not the guards in front of Zhao Guangyi's palace, his guards actually have a special secret door to enter the palace to report, and then open the door from the inside to complete the etiquette. At this time, the one who can open the door so "recklessly" must be one of the two most important teenagers in this newly built country.

Twenty-seven-year-old Harlan Xuanqi has to admit that these two teenagers are the real tomorrow of the empire. Although he was bound to become the next emperor, he knew that all his strengths compared to this Zhao Lingyun were because he was ten years older than this young man.

Zhao Lingyun was a little distracted at this time, with tears hidden in his tiger eyes, and an endless murderous aura on his face, there was no trace of cold aura on his body, only an extremely terrifying, fire-attribute battle soul aura, which was the aura emitted by the special battle soul beast "Eight Desolation Flame Dragons" that complemented his Ending Fire Hell.

He studied under He Lao, and worshiped Yinchen as his teacher, how could he stick to the routine in the selection of battle soul attributes.

Looking at the flame-like battle spirit qi on his body, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military were all shocked, and they all knew that the seventeen-year-old child in front of him was an emperor who was more far-sighted and capable of achieving great things than the one on the throne. In private, many old ministers who care about their lives have feelings about this father and son, and the one sitting on the throne really has the intention of letting Li Xuanqi pass on the throne to him in 20 years, even under the framework of the current emperor election system.

The system has never been a shackle for the excellent, but a crutch for the dull.

Zhao Guangyi naturally doted on this excellent child, in his opinion, his own son Zhao Lingyun and his adopted son Yinchen were enough to beat a bunch of ministers of the previous emperor, at this moment, seeing him so hasty, he broke into the hall with a furious face, he knew that something terrible must have happened, so he asked very nervously: "Lingyun, what happened?"

Zhao Lingyun didn't answer immediately but took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, and with his deep breath, the fierce flame battle spirit qi on his body also slowly withered, extinguished into invisible, and in the main hall, the atmosphere was lightened, and at this time, many generals suddenly realized that this seventeen-year-old boy actually had a huge momentum that even saint-level masters might not have.

That momentum is really like a mountain, this is the qi cultivation kung fu that can only be achieved by the world's top masters.

In other words, this young man who is destined to become an emperor in the future (everyone knows that the system of electing emperors will not be fully implemented in the first thirty years, after all, it takes decades of work to cultivate the wisdom of the people) must also be a top master in the future!

He is indeed a supreme master, and a deep breath can temporarily suppress the violent anger in his heart.

"Father, Erchen just heard that the 130,000 righteous soldiers who were deceived by the twelve gold medals a few days ago and returned to the dynasty were wrapped in a land dumpling at Zengkoudu on the Santu River last night, and the whole army was exhausted!

He couldn't go on, because the seventeen-year-old boy had clearly felt the candle flame in the main hall swaying violently, and a murderous aura like a mountain was rushing back and forth in the main hall, and the source of this murderous aura was not only the military generals on the right, but also the Wenchen on the left, and the father and emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

Zhao Guangyi's face was pale, but he didn't take a few deep breaths, but asked into the air in an extremely cold tone: "Butterfly Dance, can you grasp the movements of the slaves in Jianzhou?"

"The strength of Jianzhou Nu'er is currently mainly distributed near the southern foot of Yandang Mountain, where ...... Banditry is rampant and has the potential to become a nationwide riot, and the situation is very dangerous. They had already mobilized most of the border guards used to defend the Anglo Empire to help with the encirclement...... The current total strength of Jianzhou Nuer is 1,442,558 people, but the real combat effectiveness of the army belonging to the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry is only 171,644 people, which is already under the continuous war, all the troops that the Jianzhou tribe can pull out, and now the Semitic tribes on the grassland are making civil strife, most of the grassland tribes that were originally allied with the Jianzhou Nuer blood, in order to get new grass species that can raise more cattle and sheep, as well as special oats that can grow in the extreme environment of the Arctic region, have thrown themselves into the Orthodox Church of the Heavenly Chosen Religion, abandoning Indra, so the grassland tribes that can provide the main soldiers for the Jianzhou slaves have no longer interacted with the Jianzhou slaves, and even, the original shamanic patriarch has issued a decree to dissolve the Eight Banners of the Prairie...... At present, the slaves of Jianzhou can only count on the slave soldiers of the Eight Banners, that is to say, in the occupied areas, we choose our country's young and strong to form an army, these armies are huge, but there is no will to fight at all, and the probability of fleeing in despair is as high as more than ninety percent, and there is a potential risk of mutiny and riot in thirty percent. ”

A curtain of light hung down from the beams of the main hall, and a girl with illusory pink hair appeared in front of the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu, chattering for a while. Zhao Guangyi looked at her illusory face with glasses on her mind, an old pedantic adopted son, looking at her realistic and serious energy, she really didn't want to interrupt her. When she finished talking, she asked in a low voice: "I just want to ask you, how can the 130,000 righteous and brave army be defeated in a silent manner near Zengkoudu, how can the 130,000 volunteer soldiers be defeated?"

"Surveillance satellite photos in the vicinity of Zengkoudu are being queried...... No signs of the military activities of the Jianzhou Nuer were found in the vicinity of Zengkoudu. The illusory butterfly dance girl flashed a pair of bright and lovely big eyes, and the reflection of the glasses seemed to be completely non-existent, half coquettish and half cute to Zhao Guangyi and said: "Zengkoudu is obviously an inland shipping port......

She couldn't feel the already calm atmosphere in the hall suddenly tighten.

"But the 170,000 rebels were indeed wiped out. Zhao Guangyi patiently asked: "It's not a slave in Jianzhou, who can it be?!"

"It was the 400,000 patrol battalion army gathered by the governor of Luobei Province, who was loyal to Ying Tianfu, and the military envoys, who, under the banner of autumn martial arts and hunting, carried a holy decree, half-truthfully surrounded a hunting ground in a place less than five miles south of Zengkoudu, and then clashed on the grounds that the rebels had stolen the proceeds of hunting, and then brazenly launched a full-scale attack, and even used the Francophone cannon to annihilate the rebels...... According to the information report of Xuantian Pavilion, which monitored the movements of the rivers and lakes nearby, the main general of the righteous army was nowhere to be found from the time of the class, and the entire army was commanded by the overseer Sang Tianliang, and the original plan was that he escorted these 'warriors' all the way to respond to Tianfu, but after Zengkoudu camped, he actually held a banquet in the name of entertaining the gold medal envoys, and all the important members above the general were taken to Yangning City, which was 30 miles to the east, and entered the Donghua Chunmenglou, the best gold cave in the city, and no one has come out of it so far...... Judging from the comparison of continuous surveillance photos within three months, there are no ambushes near Donghua Chunmeng Tower, so I think those generals are still drunk and dreaming of death inside, right?"

After listening to her, the ministers remained silent. The atmosphere inside the hall also changed from anger to grief and indignation.

"Agitate the child!!" Zhao Guangyi let out a hurtful roar: "How dare he!

He gasped in pain as if drowning, and finished his words in a mournful tone: "How dare he destroy the Great Wall!"

His questioning, the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, no one could answer.

【Yingtianfu】

In the small Xinxin Palace, the curtain hangs low in broad daylight, the doors and windows are locked, and there is a circle of "knife-wielding" Kubu guards standing outside.

The rare autumn sunshine shines on the eaves of the Yangxin Palace, reflecting the brilliant and gorgeous golden yellow, and the bright red doorposts and the high walls of the same color also show a glorious and even somewhat solemn atmosphere, but in the cracks of the closed windows, under the low hanging heavy curtains, there is a clear and beautiful sound.

The voice was not a messy singing and dancing, but a groan of the most primitive human desires. A group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old, unfamiliar and coarse in manners, and did not have much of the elegant temperament of a court woman, were waiting for a seventeen-year-old boy naked, whose yellow robe had long been stained with speckled slime.

It was a picture of the indescribable ** picture scroll that the rotten Confucian scholars saw and disliked, and the occasion when this living picture scroll appeared was actually in the palace representing the highest power center of the Southern Empire, or when it should have been in the early dynasty.

The young man who was disheveled and had no shape at all was none other than Zhao Jiyue, who killed his brother and ascended the throne.

The current Son of Heaven of the Seventh Dynasty, Emperor Yue.

It's been a while since the death of the father-in-law. At first, Zhao Yuehao, who had lost most of his courtiers and faced the empty Qianqing Palace every day, was very worried, and didn't know if he should recruit courtiers before the "father" Nano nodded his head and allowed it, until Ma Debi asked the future of Nano through his personal relationship and asked for the "life-sustaining erysipelas" that the Emperor Jianzhou had specially refined in order to control him , After serving, I really felt at ease, and began to recruit capable ministers on a large scale to expand the court, and in just a few days, another "talented" court was scribbledly built, but above this court, it is impossible to get out of a famous minister.

Before the arrival of the political purge caused by the death of the father-in-law, all the officials of the southern kingdom who had some ability, and even several idle princes, ran to the southern province with their personal ability, and Ning Zechen was just one of the more representative ones.