It stands to reason that Xiao Jin, the new right minister's mansion, should be full of guests, but Xiao Yu left Xiao Jin in the palace and did not open a mansion alone, with the frighteningly high threshold of the palace, it naturally discouraged the vast majority of visitors.

Xiao Jin in the house is handing over related matters with the ink book, after a rough flip through the three-inch thick account book, Xiao Jin's face is a little solemn, if it is in the Central Plains, it can also organize a military camp and rely on strong means to ensure production. But the northwest is already bitter cold, and it also raises 230,000 soldiers, and in normal years can only barely maintain self-sufficiency, encountering this kind of Xiaoice period that has not been encountered for thousands of years, it is already difficult to use manpower to recover, as Xiao Yu said, waging war is the only way, otherwise you can only watch the northwest collapse and collapse little by little in the severe cold.

Xiao Yu closed the account book in his hand and said to Xiao Yu, who was drinking tea on the side: "The key to grain is in Xiliangzhou, Shaanzhou and Xihezhou, of which Xiliangzhou is the heaviest, and the key to Xiliangzhou is in the Hexi Plain and the Xiliang Corridor, so I want to go to the Hexi Plain and the Xiliang Corridor to take a look." ”

Xiao Yu put down the tea in his hand, nodded and said, "The idea is good, you choose people first, and then I will let two Daomen real people escort you over." ”

Xiao Jin asked rhetorically, "Do you need to be so careful?"

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "The northwest is not as peaceful as you think, there are many martial artists here, and their brains are very simple, and they generally use the simplest way to solve problems." ”

Xiao Jin nodded clearly, "So you're afraid that someone will jump off the wall in a hurry?"

The smile on Xiao Yu's face was slightly cold, "Some time ago, I dealt with a few things up and down, but it didn't have much effect, the chicken has been killed, but the monkey is not afraid, and I don't have time to take care of that side, so the matter dragged on." This time you go to Xiliangzhou, you don't need to make a knife to kill all directions, you just need to use these moths as a stepping stone for Liwei, and when the war in Shuzhou is over, it's not too late to go back and clean them up. ”

Xiao Jin nodded and said, "Understood." ”

Xiao Yu continued: "Although Li Chen of Xiliangzhou has been transferred, the remaining civil officials are extremely grouped, let them rebel, few dare, but every time they slack off, deceive the superiors and conceal the subordinates, they are all well versed in the rules and scales, especially the official warehouse, the upper and lower are colluded, what to do, you have to have a plan." ”

Xiao Jin smiled coldly, just like Xiao Lie and Xiao Yu, "When it's time to kill, I won't be soft." ”

Xiao Yu waved his hand and said: "My bottom line is that Xiliangzhou can't be messed up, as for whether to kill chickens and monkeys, or take a knife to drive ducks to the shelves, it's up to you, and you can control the scale." ”

Xiao Jin smiled.

The rest of the matter is no longer explained by Xiao Yu himself, but answered by the shadows of Xiao Yu's four directly subordinate secret guards. Compared with the other three, the shadow is the only woman among the four secret guards, with a petite and delicate figure, but there is always a layer of gloom on her face, which makes people unreal, after seeing Xiao Jin, the "princess brother", there are no mood fluctuations, and after giving a proper salute, he took out a dossier and said: " Xiliang Prefecture has a total of more than 16 million acres of cultivated land, of which more than 4 million acres of land is Juntun, the annual output per mu is about one and a half stones, this year's yield per mu has dropped sharply, and the best land is only about one stone. Because Xiliang Prefecture is the state with the most grain production in the northwest, and it is also the last state to resist to the end, it pays the heaviest tax, eight buckets per mu. ”

Xiao Jin smiled, "Eight buckets? After going down through this layer of apportionment, I'm afraid it will be a stone when it reaches the heads of the people, right? And those who can recover the central capital can have six buckets? There are more than 16 million mu of registered land in the whole state, and there are 10 million mu of taxes that can be collected? Do those officials and generals have no land?"

The shadow didn't speak, but apparently acquiesced to Xiao Jin's statement.

Xiao Jin smiled and said, "It's urgent." ”

Xiao Yu asked, "What do you think?"

Xiao Jin said calmly: "When it is an extraordinary time, we should do extraordinary things, now one is to vigorously purge the officials and use a knife to deal with the officials, and the other is to take a step forward on the basis of Zhang Xiang's whip method." ”

Xiao Yu asked, "How can I go further?"

Xiao Jin smiled faintly, "The officials and gentry receive food in one piece." ”

Xiao Yu frowned, was silent for a while, and then shook his head and said: "It's not appropriate, if you rashly implement this law, you will be the enemy of the world's gentlemen and gentry, even if it is the emperor's respect, you must be cautious." ”

Xiao Jin disagreed, "There are no wealthy high-ranking lords in the northwest now, only some officials who have not yet become a climate, the so-called scholars, there is no significant force in the northwest, so this is the best time to implement this law, starting with Xiliangzhou, and then extending to the entire northwest." ”

Xiao Yu said expressionlessly: "Then what? Entering Shuzhou requires the support of the Jiangnan and Shu clans, if we implement this law, what will those clans think?"

Xiao Jin shook his head, and said in a tone like a Western god: "The old family is gradually dying, and the new family will eventually replace the old predecessor, which is the general trend that has not changed for thousands of years." ”

Xiao Yu was unmoved, "But not now." Now I need these Maisons to help me go further. ”

The brothers' political feud began to emerge.

In the end, Xiao Jin took a step back, spread his hands and said: "Although the suffering is in the contemporary, but it is beneficial in the future, since you don't want to leave a name for eternity, then I will not have much to do." ”

Xiao Yu's brows slowly relaxed, and he said softly: "Except for this one, you can do the rest by yourself." ”

Xiao Jin, who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, also showed a faint smile on his face.

Then after Xiao Yu and Xiao Jin separated, Xiao Yu returned to the inner house. As the weather turned colder, Lin Yinping's body became worse and worse, but with the Donghua Immortal Pill, it slowly improved, Xiao Yu quietly improved, waved away a few maids standing outside the door, walked into the inner room, and saw Lin Yinping standing at the desk by the window, concentrating on painting, and asked softly, "How is your body lately?"

When Lin Yinping heard Xiao Yu's question, he raised his head in some surprise and asked, "What are you doing here?"

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the not very bright skylight came in from the window, Lin Yinping's face was a little gloomy under the illumination of the light, and seeing this scene, Xiao Yu stepped forward with some distress.

Lin Yinping stretched out his hand and made a stop gesture from afar, "Stop, don't come near me, I don't even want to hold your hand now." ”

Xiao Yu's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly.

Lin Yinping's face was a little pale, perhaps because his condition was still a little recurrent, so he turned his head, "You are living well in the recuperation of the gods, what are you doing when you come back?"

Xiao Yu withdrew his hand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and said calmly: "Xiao Jin has just taken over Neiku, and some things are not familiar yet, so you can mention him a few words when you have time, lest he not know the height of the sky and do something difficult to clean up." And Lan Yu's side, I'm afraid that he will have a mustard in his heart, he is an old man in Zhongdu, Xiao Jin has just arrived, his foundation is still shallow, and he will inevitably be bullied, so there are some things that still need you to come forward, at least you are Lan Yu's biggest creditor, and he wants to give this face. ”

Lin Yinping was silent for a long time before he asked in the same flat tone, "Finished?"

Xiao Yu nodded.

The expression on Lin Yinping's face didn't know whether it was disappointment or disgust, and he said coldly: "I don't want to go to Lan Yu, and I don't want to hear these things, I'm going to continue painting." ”

Xiao Yu was silent for a long time, after all, he didn't say anything, and turned away gently.

Lin Yinping stood quietly in place, listening attentively, listening to Xiao Yu's footsteps gradually disappearing, and the disappointment on his face became heavier and heavier.

She looked down and saw that the picture scroll on the table had been completed for the most part, it was a portrait of a man and a woman jumping on the paper, the man stood and the woman sitting, and the painting was none other than Xiao Yu and his wife.

On the painting, Lin Yinping is wearing a white moire dress, sitting on an embroidered pier, with her hands folded on her knees, dignified and elegant, with her face slightly tilted to the upper left. Xiao Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, stood beside her, one hand lightly pressed on her shoulder, the other behind her back, and gently bowed her head to the lower right.

In the painting, both of them have gentle smiles on their faces, and their eyes meet, quiet and warm.

Lin Yinping stared blankly at this painting from his own hand, his fingers trembled slightly, and a drop of thick ink dripped from the tip of the pen, just falling on the place where Xiao Yu and Lin Yinping's eyes met on the painting.

The droplets seep into the paper, turning into a large dot of ink, which then gradually expands, seemingly casting a shadow over the painting.

Lin Yinping put down the paintbrush in his hand, and a look of chagrin and regret appeared on his face.

I don't know if it's because I ruined my work by mistake, or if I regret that I rejected it too bluntly?