Fusu was slightly stunned, and said slowly: "Father, such a natural disaster is beyond the reach of manpower, and the Confucian background is insufficient......

"That's enough."

Hearing the word Confucianism, Ying Zheng waved his hand, snorted coldly, and looked at Fusu's eyes, flashing a subtle look of disappointment.

As the monarch of Great Qin, how did he not know the Confucian heritage.

Confucianism is the mainstream of the world, and after the depth of the heritage, how can the trouble in the northwest not be solved?

However, they let the exiles go to Xianyang, wasn't the purpose to weaken the foundation of Great Qin?

Great Qin is rich, but a lot of money is in the hands of the powerful.

In addition, other places also need supplies, and in a short period of time, the national grain stocks cannot support the consumption of those displaced people.

Looking at the princes with gloomy eyes, Ying Zheng squinted his eyes and said: "The natural disaster in the northwest is a disaster for the displaced people, what do you think?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several sons changed slightly.

In the past few years, Fusu has the support of Confucianism and has shown his strength in the court.

They don't like it, but they know what they weigh.

Therefore, in the court, Fusu has always been the leader, and rarely participates in political affairs.

But just now, Ying Zheng was obviously displeased with Fusu, and now he asked them these words, it must be to hear something different.

If he and others still uphold the same statement as Fusu, it will inevitably cause disgust to his father.

The three sons glanced at each other, and they all understood their thoughts.

The third prince took a step forward, looked up at Ying Zheng, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Father, although the disaster in the northwest is serious, I am not without a way in Daqin. ”

"Now most of Daqin's reserves are on the border, if some of the grain on the border is transferred for disaster relief......"

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop it, and a faint disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the other son, and said softly: "Old Five, tell me, what should I do?" ”

The third prince's expression froze, his face was ugly, and he also set his eyes on the fifth prince.

He knew that his words had caused his father's displeasure.

In the court, the young man who was a few points taller than the other sons shook his head and said, "Father, you also know that Erchen is a martial idiot and has a stupid brain, and Erchen can't think of a way to do such things. ”

Ying Zheng nodded, looked at a personable young man with a feather fan pinned to his waist, and said, "Old Seven, what about you?" ”

The seventh prince's expression froze, and he glanced at Fusu without a trace, and was relieved to see that he did not have any dissatisfaction.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Father, the views of the sons and daughters are very different from those of the third brother. ”

"It's just that the border is very important and can't be easily moved, but this material can be transferred from the surrounding counties and used to suppress the trouble in the northwest."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, was silent for a few breaths, and asked again: "What to do with the displaced people in Xianyang?" ”

"This ......" the seventh prince was stunned, pondered for a long time, and said: "You can give porridge outside the palace, wait until the disaster is calmed down, and then send them back to the northwest." ”

The voice fell, and there was silence in the courtroom.

Ying Zheng slowly closed his eyes, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Although the third child is old and short-sighted, it is difficult to take care of the overall situation.

Lao Wuyi introduced martial arts, although he was talented, but what he lacked in Daqin was not a martial artist, but Mingjun.

Although Lao Qi's strategy is better than the other two sons, he doesn't think carefully enough, and he is a little clever after all.

From this point of view, in addition to Fusu's somewhat stubborn personality, other places are undoubtedly the most suitable for sitting in this position.

Zhao Gao, who was beside him, looked at Zhao Mu, who was standing silently at the end, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Has your majesty forgotten that there is still a ten sons above the main hall.

He slowly approached Ying Zheng, bowed his head and whispered in Ying Zheng's ear: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask Gongzi Mu?" ”

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and looked towards the hall.

When he saw Zhao Mu, who was standing at the end of the hundred officials and approaching the palace gate, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

It's really not that he deliberately neglects his son, but that he really has no sense of existence!

Coughing lightly to hide his embarrassment, Ying Zheng looked at the door of the hall and said, "Old ten, tell me what you think?" ”

It's finally me.

Zhao Mu, who was at the end of the hundred officials, slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Father, the son has a plan to solve the trouble in the northwest." ”

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, stared at him with interest, and said, "Tell me more." ”

"The natural disasters in the northwest are very great, resulting in people not having enough to eat."

"And if you want to solve this problem, you can only rely on materials to fill it."

"But in recent years, droughts and floods have occurred from time to time, and the harvest of people in Daqin has dropped sharply, and with the addition of taxes, it has been barely enough to wrap up their stomachs."

"If you requisition food from them, it will be tantamount to forcing them to their death." Zhao Mudao.

Hearing this, a smile flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Indeed, the people are already hard, and if they forcibly requisition food, it will cut off their livelihood.

I am afraid that at that time, it was not to suppress the disaster, but to force the people to rebel.

That's why he said that the Seventh Prince is insufficient.

"Then tell me, how to solve it?" Ying Zhengdao.

Even he didn't know that he had a faint smile on his face when he said this.

Zhao Mu's face was solemn: "Father, the next thing is the key point that the son wants to say." ”

"Grain must be requisitioned, but not from the people."

"Erchen has thought about it carefully, and thinks that I, Daqin, can let rich businessmen and magnates from all over the country go to disaster relief!"

"Father can order that the rich merchants from all over the country take out the reserve grain or let them buy grain to suppress the trouble in the northwest, let them build shelters for those displaced people, and all the money and silver will be borne by my Great Qin!"

"But in this way, the money required must be very large, and it may not be easy for Daqin to come up with it in a short period of time."

"But the Emperor can send them a roll, promising to pay off the money owed to them in three, five, or ten years, with an interest of one or two percent!"

"This 20% interest doesn't sound like much, but it's enough to make these people excited."

“………”

"In the future, those people can withdraw money with the help of their father's scroll."

"In this way, we can not only solve the trouble in the northwest, but also solve the crisis of Daqin's lack of money."

Zhao Mu said a lot in one breath, and his mouth was a little dry.

When he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong with the main hall.

When I looked up, I shuddered violently.

Because at this moment, the civil and military officials above the court are all staring at themselves like hungry wolves.

Even Ying Zheng on the dragon chair has straight eyes.

"Father...... Father, how is this method for sons? ”

Looking at Ying Zheng, Zhao Mu swallowed his saliva and said with a stiff expression.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Ying Zheng suddenly laughed out loud.

looked at Zhao Mu with a pleasant face, and said with a smile: "Old ten, this method is good!" ”

looked at the civil and military officials and said, "What do you think?" ”

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

"Childe's method, it's perfect!"

"Yes, the old man really can't think of a better way than this."

……

Seeing that these people returned to normal, Zhao Mu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

This is just the way in which the treasury bonds were issued in his previous life, and he just thought of it and said it, but he didn't expect it to make these people so excited.

However, Zhao Muke did not forget his plan.

He looked at Ying Zheng and raised his voice a little: "Father! This is just a contingency. ”

"The only way to avoid this is to solve the problem at its roots!"

"Huh?"

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, and said with some doubts: "At the root? ”

"That's right, all this is the reason why the grain production in Daqin is not high."

"If the people's grain production increases, even if there is a drought or flood, they will have enough food to last until the next year!" Zhao Mudao.

As soon as these words came out, the court was full of sighs.

The output is not high, this is not something they can decide at all, Ying Zheng on the dragon chair also sighed helplessly: "Old ten, the food production is insufficient, and it is beyond the reach of manpower." ”

Zhao Gao, who was behind him, couldn't help but feel a little weird when he heard this.

Not human? But the tenth prince did it, isn't he a human being?

Seeing that everyone was helpless, Zhao Mu showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Father, the son has one thing, eight stones per mu, and two crops a year!" ”