Yang Jian stood on the remote side with an unhappy face, thinking that he had come to the inner hall first, and he had something to play.

This mud-legged horse is really good, and he can cut the queue with a loud voice?

"Ma Sinon, I ordered you to carry out the decree, did you not have enough money, or did you not have enough manpower?"

"Most of the new coins minted by the Zhuminting Supervisor every month are used in your Sinong Temple, and even the Taifu Temple, the Ministry of Officials, and even the Weiwei Temple are assisting you in your errands."

"There are so many fields in the country, and you Sinong Temple are all given to the people, and the grain production is unified across the country for five dollars and one liter, and every purchase is tens of millions of stones."

"With so much grain income from your Sinong Temple, how can you say that it is hollowed out? How is it possible to hollow out? ”

Yuwen Shihong's face was full of he was a reasonable person, but the monarch suddenly said so much, Ma Changchang was still a little afraid and sweaty under his inherent ideological inertia.

I wondered if I had taken the wrong medicine just now, and I dared to shout at the emperor!

I'm afraid I'm tired of living!

"Your Majesty is angry!" The trembling Ma Chang was almost kneeling on the ground!

"Eh, I'm reasoning with you, calm your anger, get up and speak!"

Yuwen Shihong waved his sleeves and sat directly beside Yang Qianxue, his legs touching his legs, and the fresh aroma swept through his nose for a while.

He was also fascinated by the fragrance for a while, and his heart fluttered.

Ma Chang stood up tremblingly, but he hung his head and did not dare to raise his head.

"Your Majesty, do you know how much Si Nong Temple is consuming now in order to expand the scale of cultivation......

"The subordinate knows that the soldiers of the forbidden army are only rated to eat three taels of salted meat a day, and they don't eat much, but they can't stand the fact that there are many forbidden soldiers......"

"A person eats three taels of salted meat a day, 400,000 forbidden troops are 80,000 catties a day, and a chicken and duck produce an average of seven catties of meat, but it consumes 40 liters of feed, which is calculated in exchange for grain and grass."

"400,000 forbidden troops marched to fight, and the grain and grass consumed every day were 10,000 stones, and a month was 300,000 stones."

"This is not a big deal, just to Luozhou, a total of 36,000 households, 140,000 people, the earlier just to provide relief to Luozhou, the total amount of 20,000 yuan, but also to the Luozhou Food Department to transport 300,000 stones, millet, to ensure that the people of Luozhou food and clothing, encourage the local people to raise poultry, feed is also included."

"In short, every time Your Majesty wins a 30,000-household-level small state city, he will consume about a million stone of grain production."

"If a Dazhou city like Luoyang, which has 100,000 households and 2 million stone grains, can Luoyang maintain stability, otherwise there will be chaos due to famine and other reasons."

"This is just our Nong Temple, the utensils, cloth, etc., which are just going to be transported to Luoyang, are worth millions of dollars!"

"Through the ages...... How can there be a big victory, but 'lose' like this. ”

Of course, Yuwen Shihong knew that what he said made sense, because his concept was different from the Ma Changchang in front of him.

Ma Changchang is a person who actually does things, and he will inevitably be more anxious about the present.

As a monarch, Yuwen Shihong must think long-term and not be stumped by immediate difficulties.

"Oops," Yuwen Shihong smiled and pretended to be puzzled:

"There are still fifty-three state cities in Qi that have not yet been taken, and I have already made a decision."

The deep meaning in these words is very deep, and Ma Changchang has automatically converted into food! Money!

Take a city! The average "loss" is at least two million dollars!

Then take all the fifty-six state cities under the rule of Qi......

That amount has broken through Ma Yuan's imagination!

The huge pressure was almost overwhelming, and he cried on the spot!

"In short, the Shangyuan feast must be done, the soldiers work hard, and the officials in the DPRK and China also work hard, although Ma Aiqing is not on the battlefield, you are the one who supports them behind the soldiers."

"Ma Aiqing's merits are the same as those of the soldiers who fought in the war!"

"It's all a feat!"

"Yang Aiqing too!"

Suddenly being mentioned, Yang Jian shuddered coldly, he quickly raised his head, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Ma Changchang knew that a gentleman was strict about his words, and it was difficult to chase the horse, and the Shangyuan feast could be canceled if he did not oppose it.

He could only turn to think about how it could be achieved.

"Since Your Majesty has made up your mind, the minister can only ......"

"Your Majesty, Yongzhou has 500,000 people, this Shangyuan banquet ......"

"What do you want to do?"

"Hehe," Yuwen Shihong smiled slyly:

"Naturally, it's big fish and big meat!"

These words made Ma Yuan's legs soften into noodles in an instant, and if he didn't leave, he would be frightened into a puddle of mud in front of Yuwen Shihong!

"The lower official retired ......"

Ma Changchang trembled his legs violently, holding on to the pillars of the palace, and left the inner hall slowly but with the intention of escaping quickly.

"Hehe, it's really funny, this horse is long-term, interesting!"

Yuwen Shihong smiled again and again, but Yang Qianxue only smiled bitterly, because she could understand the thoughts of the two.

One wants the people to have a beautiful Shangyuan Festival, and the other is frightened by the huge expenditure and wants to be stable.

"Yang Jian."

Yuwen Shihong suddenly called Yang Jian by name and surname, which shocked Yang Jian again, and he hurriedly bowed down and waited for the order:

"Ah, Your Majesty, the ministers are here."

"Why did you come to the inner sanctum?" Yuwen Shihong asked with a smile.

Being asked like this, Yang Jian almost forgot his intention, he thought about it for a while, and after remembering the idea of Weiwei Temple, he tried his best to calmly state his thoughts.

After finishing the statement, he saw that he was holding the matter in his hand, and hurriedly handed the matter to the dragon case.

"Well, I have other plans for the local patrol," Yuwen Shihong pondered for a moment, and rejected Yang Jian's proposal in the form of clarifying his own thoughts:

"Although the campaign is ongoing, sooner or later the smoke will subside, and at that time, there will be no need for so many recruits in peacetime, so I plan to put the matter of local patrols under the joint management of the Central Council and the Shangshuyuan, and the military department directly under the Shangshuyuan is responsible for the unified management of everything in the local patrol, such as monthly service, transfer, military registration, etc."

Yang Jian is not a fool, of course he can hear the rejection in it.

He said no more, bowed again, and prepared to leave the inner sanctum.

Just as he walked away, Yuwen Shihong's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"It's rare for me to go back to Beijing, I want to walk around the street, and I love my wife hard."

"Do you really want to keep the government in charge of the concubine?"

"Isn't my beloved wife very powerful, I'm quite relieved!"

When Yang Jian heard this, his shoulders sank, and it was Yuwen Shihong who directly called him a brother and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Yang Aiqing, you are most familiar with this Yongzhou City, take me around!"

"Huh."

How could Yang Jian refuse, he didn't even have the mind to do so, and he could take a walk alone with the emperor.

It was his pleasure.