"Ahem......"

Fang Xiu coughed, hiding his weakness, and chuckled, "How could it be." ”

Wu Mingkong looked at him suspiciously, but did not speak.

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows, and said with a flirtatious expression: "Having said that, the minister does have less contact with the queen mother on weekdays, and I don't know what the queen mother likes." ”

Hearing this shameless guy call the Queen Mother the Queen Mother.

Wu Mingkong's face was slightly red, he took a sip, and said, "That's my queen mother, not yours." ”

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said casually: "Your Majesty's is the minister's, why bother to divide it so clearly." ”

Wu Mingkong was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Xiu, and gave a three-word evaluation:

"Shameless."

Fang Xiu's expression didn't change, and he didn't care at all.

Wu Mingkong glanced at him with a thoughtful look on his face.

Although the current Queen Mother is the biological mother of the empress, the Queen Mother lives in a simple and low-key manner, and even Wu Mingkong doesn't know what she likes.

After being silent for a while, Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu:

"The queen mother is not interested in rare treasures, but she will think about some health regimens on weekdays."

The meaning of the words is to let Fang Xiu find some ancient books or medicinal materials in this area as a congratulatory gift.

There is still a month or two before the Queen Mother's birthday, and the congratulatory gift is not very urgent.

Fang Xiu nodded and responded, "The minister knows." ”

Wu Mingkong's watery eyes stared at his face, and he said after a while:

"If it's all right, just step down."

Fang Xiu got up and walked over to her, stretched out his hand to caress the tips of her hair, and said in a flirtatious tone:

"I haven't seen you for a few days, doesn't Your Majesty want to be a minister?"

I want to think about it.

But after all, it's all around, and you can see it whenever you want.

Even if he missed it, he didn't show it, he just pouted: "Who would think of you as a traitor." ”

Although during this time, the relationship between the two has improved by leaps and bounds, but the little empress is still as arrogant as ever.

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand and pinched her little face, and said, "Coincidentally, the minister also thinks like this." ”

"Since Your Majesty doesn't want to be a minister, the minister will retire first."

After speaking, without waiting for the little empress to get angry, she turned around and left the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu's back in a daze, and it took a while to react, this guy actually left like this, pouted, and said a few words, but he didn't say anything.

Fang Xiu had a lot of things to do during this time, on the one hand, he had to recruit young people and train them, and on the other hand, he had to keep an eye on the matter of road construction, so as not to let someone get in the way and fill his own pocket.

Since ten years ago, the rule of officials has gradually become chaotic, and above the court, many of them are mediocre old fritters, or they are flattering and flattering party henchmen.

A few trustworthy people, all of whom have something to do.

Sometimes, there are not enough people, and Fang Xiu, the prime minister, also has to do his part.

Of course.

In the past, even if it was a big thing, it couldn't affect the Prime Minister's listening to the music.

That is to say, after referring to the deer as a horse, Fang Xiu, this guy began to have a little consciousness of the prime minister, and wanted to rectify the rule of officials.

Ten years of scabies can never be cured in one moment, this point, Wu Mingkong knows in his heart.

Therefore, after being annoyed, I actually felt a little distressed.

During the reign of his father, Fang Xiu was a traitor with a lustful voice.

After she ascended the throne, Fang Xiu sighed all night, and almost never rested.

Although he didn't know whether his previous voice was a disguise or his nature, Wu Mingkong still felt moved.

Either way, the two have a common goal and are constantly striving for it.

For Wu Mingkong, this was enough to fill her heart.

The other side.

Fang Xiu, who came out of the palace, didn't know that the little empress had made up a bunch of things in her brain.

During this time, the road construction was already in formality.

With all the money needed, the next step was to produce cement, recruit workers, and pave roads.

If you want to build the cement road all over the whole Daqian, it will take a few years, and there is no hurry.

Therefore, after the road construction was over, Fang Xiu had a new goal - to open a bank and issue paper money.

After the defeat of the Zhou State, the Qianguo State will have a large amount of fertile land, and with the seeds of various crops, there should be no food problem in a short time.

After that, save up a wave of sentiment points, exchange them for hybrid rice seeds, and then find a way to get fertilizer, and the food will not be a problem.

After the grain is solved, it is time to think about liberating the productive forces.

The development of industry and commerce will be the focus of the post-campaign campaign.

The creation of banks and the provision of savings and loan services are one of the means by which Fang Xiu develops industry and commerce.

In addition to that, it is the issuance of banknotes.

If you read the history of middle school, you know that the issuance of banknotes is significant.

Not to mention anything else, when the glass conference was first held, the biggest obstacle to trading was that there was no suitable equivalent exchange.

There is only one equivalent exchange in all the nations—silver.

No matter what country you go to, silver is the hardest currency.

The problem is that silver is not convenient to carry, and it is even more inconvenient to trade.

It's okay to buy goods in the shops, and each shop has special scissors and special silver scales.

After weighing, cut the silver with scissors, leaving the due part and returning the rest.

Once you leave the shop, it becomes very troublesome to trade in cash.

In addition, there is also the problem that a complete ingot of silver will turn into broken silver when used, and in the process, silver chips will be generated.

People sometimes re-smelt broken silver and silver dust into silver ingots, and there will be losses in this process, which can be reduced if you switch to paper money transactions.

In fact.

Countries now have the rudiments of paper money, which is the silver stamp.

However, whether it is the Qianguo, or the Yan State, the Wu State, the Zhou State, the silver ticket is not the official currency.

It's just a stuff made up by some wealthy businessmen, in order to facilitate transactions, with their own reputation as a guarantee.

Different shops issue different silver tickets, and the way of redemption is also different.

Generally speaking, wealthy merchants will abide by their credit, as long as it is a silver ticket that has been drawn, it can be exchanged for silver at any time.

But the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

After all, there will be some profit-seeking, insatiable guys, malicious fraud, after indiscriminate issuance of silver bills, they will not go out, and run away with money.

or misappropriation of deposits, failure to operate other transactions and bankruptcy, so that the issued "silver bills" cannot be cashed.

At this time, the silver ticket in his hand became a piece of waste paper, and he could only consider himself unlucky.

Fang Xiu's issuance of banknotes was based on the credibility of the Daqian Imperial Court as a guarantee, and it was circulated in a short period of time, and there was no big problem.

The key is how to make paper money survive for a long time, rather than being reduced to waste paper in a few decades like Daming treasure banknotes.

This is a critical question.

During this time, Fang Xiu also read a lot of books on this subject.

Knowing that the purchasing power of Daming treasure banknotes has declined so quickly, there are four main reasons.

First, it does not control the amount of issuance, and there is no limit to indiscriminate issuance.

Second, there is no systematic system for issuing banknotes.

The third is that the Ming treasure banknotes only rely on the credit of the imperial court, but there is no reserve system.

Fourth, counterfeit banknotes are everywhere, undermining the normal order in the field of currency circulation.

If we draw on these four lessons, there will not be much of a problem with the banknotes issued by Daqian.

As for how to do it.

Fang Xiu still needed time to think.

Of course, for the time being, one thing is certain, that is, the issuance of paper money requires the hoarding of a large amount of gold, silver and copper as reserves.

Of course, it is equally feasible to use food as a reserve.

Think twice.

Fang Xiu still decided to hoard gold, silver, copper and other metals.

The gentry and merchants of the Qianguo Kingdom actually had a lot of precious metals, but in the past few months, Fang Xiu had collected a lot of wool from them.

If they continue to do so, it will inevitably make them resistant.

It was the critical time to attack the Zhou Kingdom, and Fang Xiu didn't want to see his backyard on fire.

After thinking about it, I can only grieve those gentry in the Zhou Kingdom.

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Xiu no longer hesitated, and after returning to the house, he took up the pen and wrote a letter.

Seven days later.

Bai Qi, who had already captured more than ten cities and controlled the entire southern part of the Zhou Kingdom, received a letter from Fang Xiu.

The spring night is slightly cool, and the wind blows softly, bringing a fresh smell of flowers and plants.

Bai Qi in the tent looked at the map spread on the eucalyptus platform, his eyes were focused.

This time.

There was a rush of footsteps outside.

This was followed by the voice of the guard.

"General, a letter from the capital."

The original frowning slightly, when he heard the words "letter from the capital", his expression immediately changed, and his tone was a little hurried, and he said, "Submit it." ”

"Yes!"

The guards entered the tent and presented the letters with both hands.

After Bai Qi took it, he carefully browsed it from top to bottom, his eyes were focused, as if he was afraid of missing a detail.

Saw the end.

Bai Qi didn't know what he thought, and his expression was a little stunned.

Back then, when he led the army to attack Zhao, he was also in the camp tent, and he also received news from the capital, so the road to the crusade was drawn.

Now, this moment is just as good as that moment.

The difference is that the Prime Minister did not interfere with his marching layout in the slightest, but only asked him to transfer a small army to Tang Yixue and let her carry out an order.

In Bai Qi's view, there was nothing wrong with this order.

"Fang Xiang ......"

Bai Qi muttered softly, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, looked at the guards, and ordered: "Send this letter to Miss Tang in Jiannan Province, and then transfer a thousand people from the Shenji Camp for Miss Tang to send." ”

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion are all reorganized from the new army trained by Qi Jiguang, and their loyalty is beyond doubt.

When the guard heard this, he hesitated, "Which Tang girl?" ”

As far as he knew, there were two Tang girls in Jiannan Dao, one named Tang Yixue, who sat in the administrative office, and was essentially a feudal official, responsible for all matters in the same area.

The other is named Tang Rou, who leads the troops to suppress bandits everywhere, and his whereabouts are uncertain.

Bai Qi glanced at him and said, "Tang Yixue." ”

The guards bowed their hands: "I understand the humble duty!" ”

After speaking, he took the letter from Bai Qi's hand, turned around and left the tent.

After the guards left, Bai Qi looked at the map on the eucalyptus platform again, his eyes as focused as ever.

............

Jiannan Road.

On the outskirts of An Nin Province, somewhere in a village.

Clusters of cottages show signs of decay.

The moth-eaten timber leaves traces of age, and many roofs look like a sieve, and the roof is not visible except for the rafters, and there are a few rungs in between, like ribs on a skeleton, which can be described as full of holes.

A yellow dog like wood lay at the entrance of the village, lazily basking in the sun.

A few half-grown children squatted in the field, catching bugs.

Somewhere in the village.

Six or seven teenage boys, holding sticks they had picked up from nowhere, their rough faces full of resentment, discussing something.

"What Her Royal Highness the princess's army, those guys are obviously dry people!"

"Our land must not be occupied by dry people!"

"That's right! Even if it's desperate, you have to get those guys out! ”

The boys were scrawny, dark-skinned, and their rough little hands clung to the sticks as if they were muskets capable of firing thunder.

While filled with righteous indignation, his eyes showed a look of perseverance, which was a bit of a sense of the rise and fall of the country, and the responsibility of the husband.

A lame middle-aged man with a basket on his back passed by the teenagers, heard the arrogant words of the teenagers, glared at them, and scolded angrily:

"A bunch of little kids, know a fart! If you are in a hurry, go to fetch water, don't make trouble for adults! ”

When the leading young man heard this, he glared back not to be outdone, spat out, and scolded:

"Bad seeds!"

The lame middle-aged man was scolded, but he didn't get angry, he just picked up a stone from the ground and threatened: "Fart here again, Lao Tzu will beat you!" ”

The young man in the lead glared angrily and opened his mouth to say something.

The young man on the side showed a look of fear, tugged on his shoulder, and whispered, "Brother Xiaohu, forget it." ”

The young man known as Xiaohu, his eyes widened, staring at the lame middle-aged man, he took a sip, and said angrily: "I see that you have fought, I don't care about you!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and continued to give an impassioned speech.

"We can get together seven people in our village, and then we can get together a few people in the next village, and when those cadres come, we will find an opportunity and rob them of their weapons......"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a slap in the head.

Xiaohu turned his head and saw a lame middle-aged man standing behind him, still raising his hands.

You don't have to ask to know that this guy was the one who hit him just now.

"What do you want to do!"

Xiaohu's eyes widened, glared angrily, and gritted his teeth.

A cold light burst out in the eyes of the lame middle-aged man, and he said coldly: "You son of a dog wants to die, don't bother your father, your mother, your grandfather, your grandmother, and hundreds of people in the village!" ”

Xiaohu wanted to say a few words of scolding, but when he saw the middle-aged man's eyes, an inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

After a while, he stabilized his mind and said loudly:

"It's a shame that you have been in the Tiger Ben Army before, and the cadres have bullied us! You're still ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man.

"Did the dry man poop on your head, or did he pee on your head?"

When Xiaohu heard this, his expression became even more angry, and he wanted to say something, but he saw the middle-aged man continue: "Or did you pick your mother's clothes, press them on the ground, stab your father's heart, hang them on a tree, cut off your grandfather's and your grandmother's head, and throw them into the field?" ”

The words that followed made several teenagers shudder in unison.

The picture described by the middle-aged man couldn't help but come to mind, and an indescribable sense of fear instantly swept through the whole body, obviously it was the warm spring sun, but it made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Xiaohu's original firm eyes were replaced by trance and fear, his mouth was slightly open, his body trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a while.

"Whether the cadres are pretending to be or really have a conscience, don't provoke them, otherwise don't say that no one can save you, and the whole village will have to bury you."

The middle-aged man glanced at him, left these words, carried the basket on his back, and limped forward.

The not tall body gradually hid in the shadows, looking a little downcast.

Xiaohu and several teenagers stood in place, the warm sun shining on their bodies, but no one felt warm.

Good for a while.

A teenager finally couldn't hold back and cried.

"Little, Brother Little Tiger...... I'm afraid ......"

Xiaohu exhaled a breath of turbidity, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

This time.

There was a dog barking at the entrance of the village.

Several teenagers were slightly stunned, not knowing what they had thought, and their expressions became even more frightened.

Xiaohu still kept some calm, and trotted to the entrance of the village, and then saw a few tall horses not far away, and several men in light armor sat on them.

The men were all dressed in uniform gray clothing, with long knives around their waists and something like a burning stick on their backs.

Xiaohu heard his father say that it was called a musket, which was more powerful than a bow.

He stood in place, stunned as the people in front of him kept approaching.

After a while, he finally reacted and roared with all his might:

"The dry man is coming!"