Yang Chuan's appetite was very large, and the tooth plate was quite improvised, so he turned away almost all the big dogs with a little trick, and swallowed the construction project of 'Maoling City' in one gulp.

And, that's not all.

His real purpose was not to take over some earthworks and turn himself into a 'contractor', but through this incident, he would smoothly carry out the long-planned 'Dahan Bond Coin'.

The name is 'debt currency', which is a bit similar to the 'national bonds' issued by the big dogs in later generations, which sounds lofty, but in fact it is just the court borrowing money from the people in exchange for a high-sounding name.

Yang Chuan's 'Han bonds' also have another meaning: first through the contracting of various projects ordered by the imperial court, the bonds are carried out, and then, when necessary, he does not need to deliberately operate, this kind of 'debt currency' that can be exchanged for real gold in Nangong Qian Zhuang has actually become the common currency of the Han Dynasty.

At that time, the economic lifeline of the entire Han Dynasty will fall into the hands of him, a Han cook?

At the same time, he also quietly incorporated all the engineering projects, large-scale infrastructure and tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of 'construction workers' of the Han Empire into his command without knowing it.

If you add the 'Changning Army' based on the 'Changning orphans'......

It's fascinating to think about.

"A qualified cook must not only learn to slaughter, peel, chop, chop, and spoon, but also learn to make overall arrangements."

After solving a few major problems, Yang Chuan looked very scattered, and returned to the peaceful days of teaching and educating people to beat the princess and beat the prince: "What is coordination? Co-ordination is to arrange your time reasonably, control the pace of your work, and deal with the ingredients and seasonings at hand in the most reasonable and concise way. ”

"Therefore, a chef who can make delicious food is not necessarily a good cook."

"However, a person who can coordinate and can make a lot of good dishes is generally not very bad, at least he can be regarded as a qualified chef."

Yang Chuan lay flat on Mazhazi, reasoning in simple terms, but what he was thinking about in his heart was the construction of Maoling City; He didn't pay attention to the large sum of money and food given to Liu Che at all.

Isn't it just a few million dollars and more than three million stone of grain?

It is estimated that someone will take the initiative to send it to the door after a while, and it depends on his face, and after picking and choosing, he will accept it with great disgust.

Sure enough, at noon, Yang Chuan's family was having dinner when someone came to visit.

To Yang Chuan's surprise, the person who came was not Gongsun Hong, nor was it any big dog in Chang'an City, but Dong Zhongshu.

"Oh, the old man hurried slowly, for fear of missing your meal, but the result was okay, I was finally able to eat a bite of food," as soon as the old thief entered the door, he just arched his hand casually, sat down unceremoniously, and asked with a smile: "Changning Hou, can you let someone get a pair of chopsticks for the old man?" ”

Yang Chuan looked at Dong Zhongshu with a smile and said, "Don't you bring your own dishes and chopsticks every time you come to my house?" ”

Dong Zhongshu's old face turned red, laughed, and sure enough, he took out a pair of chopsticks from his arms: "I was in too much of a hurry today, and I didn't have time to get the bowl and rushed here." ”

As he spoke, the old thief's two eyes were already staring at the meat dishes on the dinner table, and he didn't have time to be polite, so he began to rain down chopsticks, and in a blink of an eye, he killed seven or eight pieces of lamb meat and three or five pieces of red and oily meat.

"Good times, good times, good times!"

"Ah, the old man has traveled all over the world, and even the food in the palace feels vulgar and tastes very bad, but why can't you eat enough food in your Yang Chuan family?"

Looking at the skinless and faceless appearance of the old thief, Yang Chuan smiled.

This is what a big reader looks like, look at it, the older you get, the more shameless you are, and even the matter of rubbing rice can be so fresh and calm.

"Dong Zhongshu, can't Benhou give you twelve little chefs?" Yang Chuan asked with a smile.

"It's okay not to say that the little chef is good, speaking of which, alas, it's all tears," Dong Zhongshu is very good at learning, and he learned a few new words here in Yang Chuan, and he will soon be able to integrate and apply what he has learned.

Yang Chuan was stunned and asked, "What's the matter, dissatisfied?" If you are not satisfied, say it as soon as possible, and Ben Hou will find a group of little women for you to send back. ”

Dong Zhongshu was busy eating meat and drinking, and said vaguely: "Forget the little woman, but how about Changning Hou give the old man a rich and rich?" ”

Yang Chuan: "What kind of wealth does Dong Gong want?" ”

Dong Zhongshu picked up a bowl of Shiliangye and drank it all, his hairy mouth was stained with wine, he didn't pay attention to it, but said with a smile: "The Marquis of Changning wants to build a Maoling City, I heard that it is comparable to the Xianyang Palace back then, and it costs a lot of money and food, right?" ”

"The old man is short of money, why don't you cut out a few pieces of the most profitable work for the old man, so that the old man can also eat a lot of fat and earn him a lot of money, so that he can be a big dog for a while?"

Yang Chuan smiled slightly, poured himself a drink, and said leisurely: "Dong Zhongshu, if you have something to say, you can let it go, after dating Benhou for the past few years, don't you still know what I Yang Chuan is?"

You readers, the biggest problem is that it is sticky and slimy, and it is not conducive to falling, and you can clearly explain one thing in a few words, you have to play dumb riddles? ”

Dong Zhongshu burped loudly, stretched his waist, and said a little lazily: "You Yang Chuan, as a marquis of the Han Dynasty, a great farmer of the imperial court, and a rank of the three princes and nine kings, even if the daily expenses are larger, there is no problem. ”

"The question is."

The old thief paused, and said indifferently: "In the current Han court, the emperor is reckless and warlike, and he only fought three or five battles with the Huns, and then he emptied the little family funds accumulated by Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing back then.

Marquis Changning, you are a great farmer, you should know that the warehouse of my Han court is still full now? In the event of a disaster year, can you still allocate millions of stone of grain to disaster relief anytime and anywhere?

The old man came today to scold you Yang Chuan.

In the past, in Shuofang County, the reason why the old man knelt and licked your dog day was because you could not only help the old man print books, but also help the old man spread my Confucian knowledge to the world, on the other hand, more importantly, you Yang Chuan still has a bit of human flavor, and everything can take into account the life and death of the people.

But.

Marquis Changning, you have only been back in Chang'an City for a few days, and you have learned to spend the world's money and food, and you would rather let the people starve to death, but also build a bullshit Maoling City, this, the old man disdains! ”

The expression on Yang Chuan's face did not change, he looked at Dong Zhongshu with a smile, and nodded a thumbs up: "Dong Zhongshu, there is nothing wrong with what you said in these words, Benhou will give you a handmade compliment." ”

"But."

"You didn't even understand what was going on and came to scold, was your brain kicked by a donkey, or was it caught up by a little chef?"

"How do you know that when Benhou builds a new city, he will starve all the people of the world? Do you know how to do arithmetic? You Dong Zhongshu have never even been a county magistrate, you know a fart! ”

Yang Chuan scolded happily, poured himself three bowls of spirits, and smiled: "Dong Zhongshu, do you dare to make a bet with Ben Hou?" ”

Dong Zhongshu said coldly: "For the livelihood of the world, the old man doesn't want to bet with you Yang Chuan." ”

Yang Chuan was laughed at by the old thief's brazenness: "Dong Zhongshu, you are really a talent, even if you don't dare to bet with Benhou, you can have something to do with the people in the world?" ”

Dong Zhongshu shook his head: "You Yang Chuanfan bet with others and have never lost, why does the old man want to bet with you?" ”

Yang Chuan: "Really don't gamble? ”

Dong Zhongshu: "Don't gamble." ”

Yang Chuan shook his head regretfully, and sighed: "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want, the sky, who is this!" ”

Regarding Yang Chuan's book bag, Dong Zhongshu naturally scoffed.

Lu Ban sells axes in front of the door, Confucius in front of the Analects, and Yang Chuan's arithmetic skills are unique in the world, which Dong Zhongshu admires very much, but when it comes to poetry, books, rituals, Yi Chunqiu, etc., 10,000 Yang Chuan is estimated to be unable to argue with Dong Zhongshu.

"Dong Zhongshu, you can come today to say a few words of justice for the people, and scold me Yang Chuan, I admit it," Yang Chuan sighed for a few breaths, and then said: "However, I also want to say a few words about you Dong Zhongshu, you person, the books have been read into the dog's stomach." ”

"Who said that luxury and waste will make people hungry?"

"Who said that the imperial court's construction of buildings and cities would damage the country, and make the people more miserable and have no way to live?"

"Do you believe it or not, the more Benhou builds a lot of buildings, the better the life of the people?"

Dong Zhongshu shook his head and sneered three times: "The old man is benevolent and righteous today, and I advise you Yang Chuan not to become the second Sang Hongyang." ”

Yang Chuan was not angry, and waved his hand with a smile: "Get out." ”

"Wherever it's cool, where to rest."

"Who is that, Liu Ju, Liu Man, you two eat dry rice? Don't you send off the guest for the teacher......"

……

Driving Dong Zhongshu away, Yang Chuan continued to eat meat and drink slowly, and the expression on his face did not change much.

This Dong Zhongshu originally looked very annoying, but he had already thought of giving the old thief an unforgettable lesson at the right time and place; Even, it is not ruled out that the old thief will be lifted up by the method of physical excess.

But today, this old thief came with a staggered eye and scolded him Yang Chuan for the people.

Yang Chuan was not only not angry, but felt that this old thief was actually a little cute; You must know that in the current Han Empire, except for a Dongfang Shuo, Yang Chuan has never seen anyone who can speak up for the people.

In this way, Dong Zhongshu can be counted as half, right?

Just as Yang Chuan was eating and drinking, and at the same time muttering to himself in his heart, Sima Qian, who had no sense of existence, finally spoke: "Changning Hou, there are a few words that I have not said in my heart......

Yang Chuan said casually: "Then you will continue to hold back." ”

Sima Qian's big red face turned black violently, and he said a little angrily: "I, Sima Qian, don't like Dong Zhongshu's old thief's rampant domineering, but what he said today, a certain family ......"

Yang Chuan raised his head: "Sima Qian, in front of Benhou, you are a young lady of a certain family, why don't you say that our family is our family?" ”

"When Shicai Benhou refuted Dong Zhongshu, your ears didn't listen? Didn't think about it? ”

"During the time you have been following Benhou, why haven't you grown at all?"

"Believe it or not, Benhou put you in a cage and starved for seven or eight days?"

Sima Qian stood up angrily, his eyes widened, and scolded: "Yang Chuan, a certain family knows that you are angry about being imprisoned back then, and always wants to take revenge and go back......"

Yang Chuan said coldly: "It's up to you?" Do you deserve it too? ”

Sima Qian was so angry that he stepped forward, stared at Yang Chuan's extremely handsome face, and gritted his teeth and scolded: "Yang Chuan, even if you become a great Han prince today, how can I, Sima Qian, a seven-foot man, ......?"

Without waiting for Sima Qian to finish speaking, Yang Chuan once again interrupted him very rudely: "Sima Qian, do you have seven feet?" ”

Sima Qian was so angry that he suddenly wanted to pounce and fight with Yang Chuan's thief.

Unexpectedly, seeing that the red-faced Sima Qian was about to enter a violent state, Yang Chuan suddenly smiled and said warmly: "Sima Qian, do we want to make a bet?" ”

Sima Qian was stunned for two or three breaths, didn't react for a while, and said angrily: "Fight, fight!" ”

Yang Chuan 'snapped' at the root of his thigh: "In the end, it is a brick family who compiles history books, with spirit, realm, ideals, and morality!" ”

Only then did Sima Qian realize that he had been fooled.

Dong Zhongshu is right, in the past few years, whenever Yang Chuan has offered to bet with someone, this thief has never lost......

Dong Zhongshu didn't dare to bet with Yang Chuan.

Why did he Sima Qian?

"Yang Chuan, you play Laipi!" Sima Qian held back several breaths, and finally opened his mouth to scold.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, don't say it so ugly," Yang Chuan smiled and picked up a bowl of wine, took a sip, and said leisurely: "Let's gamble, when Ben Hou took the position of a big farmer, he built a lot of construction and extravagance and waste, not only will not make the people hungry, but will also let them have meat to eat and drink." ”

"How, bet or not?"

Sima Qian pondered for a long time and said, "Bet! ”

Yang Chuan laughed, stroked his palms and said: "This is like words, a man who writes history books, he doesn't even have the courage to do this, so he still writes a fart." ”

Sima Qian sat down, poured a bowl full of ten grains, and poured it into his throat fiercely, but he was choked, began to cough violently, and scolded unwillingly: "As long as you can keep the people from going hungry, what if you lose a certain family to your Yang family every day?" ”

Yang Chuan scolded with a smile and no longer paid attention to the red-faced Sima Qian.

This product is not very good among the literati of the Han Empire, but at the same time it is not how evil, before being dropped by Liu Chega, in fact, it is no different from Cao Xiang, Zhang Lian, Fan Li and other evil, this is no way, who makes the family a historian for generations, many times, those emperors who have scruples will not easily provoke this kind of person.

It's a pity that Liu Che later......

Just when Yang Chuan was sighing in his heart, a large group of people came to the Yamen, and among them, the one who walked in the forefront was Yushi Dafu Erkuan.

"Marquis Changning, it's polite," Er Kuan arched his hand expressionlessly as soon as he entered the door, "I heard that you are going to build a Maoling City, which will cost millions of dollars and food, have you ever asked the emperor for a holy decree?" ”

"In addition, if the Great Agricultural Order has something to do, shouldn't it be necessary to go through the relevant documents at the Prime Minister's Mansion first?"

Yang Chuan glanced behind him and found that Prime Minister Sun Hong did not come, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

He didn't get up, just casually arched his hand, and said to dozens of civil and military ministers such as Er Kuan and Ji Di: "It's unfortunate that you guys are here, Ben Hou is holding a family banquet, and if you eat half of the coarse tea and light rice, you won't be allowed to eat." ”

"Who's that, Zhang Tang, close the door."

"Serve."

"Top the hard dishes!"

(End of chapter)