Xie Xun looked at the letter on the table, a little incredulous.

Didn't you say that the war in Northern Xinjiang would not end until the New Year?

Xie Sanye's letter did not say that any large-scale battles were organized, and Beirong surrendered inexplicably?

Oh, there is a reason, the old Khan of Beirong died a very favorite Yan clan, indulged in pain, and had no intention of fighting, so he decided to negotiate peace!

Don't make trouble, that's the Beijung Khan, who is more fierce than a wolf, would be so infatuated?

Even if the khan is brainless, what about the courtiers below? Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?

How many lives has Beirong taken over the years, and he is willing to give up without getting anything?

Xie Xun's mind was full of question marks, but the letter of the third uncle was written very concisely on the war, with less than twenty sentences, but it was another matter, and it was a whole piece of paper.

That's a pension for the dead and wounded!

When the fighting stopped, it was natural to pay a bereavement pension. Xie Jiajun put on the word "Xie", and the dog emperor, whose face is thicker than the city wall, will definitely rely on this silver.

Therefore, Xie Sanye directly wrote a letter to the Zhenguo Mansion to ask for silver!

For Xie Sanye, those dead and wounded soldiers were his companions and friends who fought bloody battles and shared life and death. For the country, for the court, for the people, they forgave life and death, forged ahead, and must receive the best compensation after the war.

Xie Sanye even listed a thick pile of names, those are all soldiers who have made military exploits and need to be paid.

More than 100,000 people!

The peaceful days in the capital were all exchanged for the blood and tears of these 100,000 people.

When he saw the numbers, Xie Xun's heart trembled. The Xie family army claimed to be 200,000, but 100,000 were killed and wounded, but the emperor who was enjoying peace in the capital was still suspicious of them, and even did not hesitate to sell the defense map to the enemy, so as to borrow the enemy's butcher knife to kill the Xie family army!

"These 100,000 soldiers are killed and injured for the hundreds of millions of people in the Yun Dynasty, the Dog Emperor will not issue a pension, we will send it to the Zhenguo Mansion, and the Xie family will send it!" Xie Xun slammed his fist on the table.

"But where does the money come from?" Xie Shangshu frowned.

He also wanted to give the soldiers full pensions, but the number listed in the third brother's letter was: 100 million taels of silver.

100 million!

Even if Xie Shi is hollowed out, he can't make it up!

Xie Shangshu had a headache and wanted to hit his head against the wall.

Some time ago, Chu Hui also mobilized the officials of the household department to lend money to the imperial court to help the imperial court through the difficult years before the autumn harvest.

If you want the court to pay this money, dream!

But Xie can't take it out!

"Otherwise, write to your third uncle and ask him to cut some of it. There are those who have light injuries and can do farm work, and there are fewer ......"

"Nope." Xie Xun resolutely interrupted Cheap Dad's bad idea.

The total number can indeed frighten people's courage, but it is really spread on the head of every soldier, not much. Xie Sanye paid the pension according to the population, age, and whether the soldier's family was sick or weak.

I have to say that although Xie Sanye is a rough man, he is really meticulous in this regard.

"These are the things that those soldiers deserve. If I, the Xie family, can't even guarantee a bereavement pension, who else is willing to serve the Xie family army in the future? ”

To protect the family and defend the country, they must also have a full stomach, and they must also ensure the basic livelihood of their wives and children, otherwise even if they forcibly pull soldiers to come, they will be in the twilight of the Qin Dynasty, and people's hearts will fluctuate.

Those 100,000 soldiers have followed Xie Sanye to fight in northern Xinjiang for so many years, isn't it Xie Sanye and Xie's benevolence?

"But where did all this money come from?" Xie Shangshu rubbed his eyebrows irritably.

"Father first asked the clan elders to discuss, try to make it up, and I'll figure out the rest. Besides, isn't there still two months? There's always a way to think of it. ”

Xie Sanye's letter is not to immediately give 100 million taels of snowflake silver, Xie Sanye is also a cannibal of fireworks, and he knows that the amount is huge.

The letter was just a warning in advance, and only eight million taels were needed in the early stage, and the important bereavement benefits were distributed first, so as to reassure those dead and wounded soldiers. The rest waited for the Beirong mission to finish the peace talks, returned to Beirong, and then gave it.

From Beirong to the capital, back and forth, coupled with the noisy and noisy peace talks, it will not be finished at all in less than two months.

"Father, with your son here, you can rest assured." Xie Xun comfortingly patted Cheap Daddy's shoulder.

Can a living person be suffocated by urine?

It's really not good, he sells formulas!

The capital is so kind to the rich, he can always make up enough wool one by one......

The armistice in northern Xinjiang, the two sides negotiated peace, and the happiest person was the emperor.

After reading the excerpt of the third master, the emperor sincerely praised the Xie family for the first time in more than ten years, "This Xie San is indeed a good hand at fighting." ”

On the same day, the emperor issued several imperial decrees.

The Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple are preparing to receive the Beirong mission.

The various ministries of the imperial court suspended their affairs and intensively discussed peace talks.

The peace talks inevitably involve the division of gold, silver, land, people, and property, and the Yun Dynasty must make predictions based on the casualties of both sides in the war, so as not to be caught off guard during the peace talks.

The third imperial decree is to clean up the appearance of the capital city and show the prestige of the cloud dynasty.

This third imperial decree seriously affected Xie Xun's great cause of making money.

"Brother Xun, Emperor Dog's holy decree says that at most during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the construction sites in the south and west of the city must be stopped, otherwise they will be punished for sabotaging the peace talks."

The task of rectifying the city's appearance was lost by the emperor to the Five Cities Terracotta Division and Jingzhao Mansion.

Before Chu Jue was promoted to the commander of the envoy, he was stuffed with a hot potato again.

"Damn, the Dog Emperor is obviously disgusting Brother Xun, you and me!" The holy decree has been received for two hours, and Chu Jue is still so angry that his chest is bulging.

Xie Xun sneered, "The Dog Emperor is trying to cut off the wealth of this son!" ”

The emperor must have known that Xie Sanye wrote a letter back to the Zhenguo Mansion to ask for silver.

Today, the most profitable thing in Zhenguo Mansion is the Donghai Department Store and the two mines. The early investment of those two mines was over, and it was an urgent juncture to make money from the mines, but the emperor suddenly issued such an order, making it clear that Xie Xun was making trouble for collecting money.

Relying only on Donghai Department Store, it is impossible to make up 90 million taels of snowflake silver in two months.

"Brother Xun, sometimes I really fucking want to go against the dog emperor~" Chu Jue looked indignant.

"Just say what you say here in this world. When you get out of this door, don't say a word, or watch out for your dog's head! ”

"Brother Xun, don't worry, I still know this kind of thing."

Xie Xun was actually very annoyed.

The Zhenguo Mansion is raising money for those soldiers who fought bloodily, as the emperor, if you don't lend a hand, forget it, and make trouble, you are simply a bastard who ignores human life and heroes, a madman!

If he hadn't always remembered Mrs. Xie's words "The world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is dead, and the people are suffering", he would have thought about the grandson who sat on the dragon chair but didn't do anything all day long.

"Brother Xun, what should I do with the silver?"

Thinking of the 90 million taels of snowflake silver, Chu Jue forgot to ask his brother Xun for advice on how to clean up the city.

The money steward was also anxious beside him, and the other half of his hair was also gray, thinking about how to get out more silver all the time. I heard that there was an account room that counted ten more copper plates for the supplier, and I was scolded by the money manager.

"It's time to take a trip to the private house!" Xie Xun stood up.

Yes? Chu Jue's eyes widened in astonishment, he was talking about silver, why did Brother Xun go to the private house?

Could it be that you are looking for a beautiful little lady to help you think?

It seems to be right, doesn't he feel refreshed every time he sleeps with a little beauty?

"Brother Xun, go quickly, relax quickly, maybe you will think of a way." Chu Jue winked his eyebrows at Xie Xun encouragingly.

Eh, Xie Xun was speechless and supported his forehead......