MTL - I Built a Territory in Ancient Times-Chapter 142 Festival

Duan is too tough and arrogant, and it is good for his own son to say such bold words.

Now that the world is not at peace, and there is a faint voice of peace in the DPRK, can the peace be still the same? Use women, money and silk to open the way. If it starts, then all that has been done for decades will be in vain.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that if the military system does not change, it will never be possible for the border areas to be peaceful, and if the border areas are not peaceful, the country will have no peace. Don't think about negotiating peace with the enemy and you can sit back and relax. Who said this? It is a traitor. This kind of person should first be thrown into the borderlands and fall in love with the barbarians. If you can come back alive, you will be lucky. You still have a relationship? Humph! Okay, take your own wives and daughters, don't expect other people's homes Your daughter sacrificed for you!"

Ming Yu's words made everyone shut up, and some people were stabbed in the heart by these words. His face flushed red and he pointed at Ming Yu. He wanted to say something and shivered for a long time, but he couldn't say a word in the end. Everyone knows that to refute at this time is to hit his old face.

Ming Yu raised his head and continued: "I'm not alone in Dayan, and I'm not afraid of the barbarians, but I'm afraid that there are too many bones. You go and see the people in the borderlands. A **** feud? A dignified man who wants to kill the enemy to take revenge, but because he is not a military household, he has no way to serve the country, how can he not feel sorry."

Xue Lun sighed, what Ming Yu said was very good, he looked down on those softheads the most, but Ming Yu was able to say it blatantly, can it be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers? He once fought on the battlefield, and of course he understands these situations, but people like them didn't think about it at all, let alone say anything against the sky like changing the military system.

"Even if you say that, but the people go to war, who will farm the land? What will be the benefit of the people's livelihood if the fields are desolate?" Prime Minister Wen stepped forward and asked with a smile on his face.

He immediately asked the idea, the so-called national economy and people's livelihood, the people take food as their heaven, and this is what many people are concerned about. When Dayan founded the country, the system of military households was established, to a large extent, to ensure the production labor force for farming.

Ming Yu tilted his head, as if he didn't expect the prime minister to ask this question, he scratched his head, "How could the fields be desolate? There are many ways. For example, one person in a family is enough to join the army, and for example, the army can be stationed in the fields. Yes, training and fighting during wartime, and farming in their spare time. After a few years, those who have served in the army for a long time can be honorably discharged, and they can live as if they were assigned fields when they return to their hometown. It's better to be like a waste, isn't it?"

"However, if the common people are training while farming, will they really not delay the fighters? Or will it delay the training results?" Xue Lun asked worriedly.

Ming Yu said confidently: "No matter how much I say at this time, I'm afraid no one will believe what I say. After all, it's something I haven't seen with my own eyes." He looked around, "If that's the case, why don't you let me try it? What is the difference between the soldiers I recruited and the hereditary military households? Anyway, for the time being, the military system of Dayan has not been touched. I will compare the two sides in the future to see which is better and which is worse. At that time, will your military system be changed? It's your business to change that."

The same thing, with good and bad, who doesn't want good? This is human nature, Ming Yu proposed this as a pilot, so that everyone can see the results, the persuasiveness is definitely much better than now.

"Hmm!" The emperor cleared his throat, and the hall immediately became quiet before he said, "Okay, everything in the Xiqi Corridor will be handed over to Duan Wang Mingyu, whether it is successful or not is all up to you, and it has nothing to do with others. "

As soon as Jinkou Yuyan came out, the matter was settled like this, everyone shut up and had no opinion at all. After all, Duan Wang has given the answer to the two most difficult points. Although he doesn't know what he will do, as long as it doesn't hurt his own interests, it's fine. The emperor has already agreed, so why should they make fun of themselves?

As a result, the matter of the Xiqi Corridor, which had been clamoring for days in the courtroom, was resolved satisfactorily. Everyone doesn't have to worry about this anymore, everyone is happy.

But at this time, they just thought that the imperial court would not have to bear everything, and when the Xiqi Corridor developed and the real wealth began to flow, these people would have regretted it for a long time.

I want the emperor to take back the order and nationalize these interests. However, the ten-year contract promised earlier today was witnessed by the emperor and even all the courtiers. Once the contract was broken, wouldn't it mean tearing everyone's face off and trampling it to pieces?

Therefore, even if these people are jealous, they can only sigh and sigh, and even sigh and regret that Ming Yu came to the door, and they all avoided it. If he could give all his belongings to fully support Ming Yu at that time, he would have his own share of those profits. Let's look at the few people who have given out money. They take dividends every year and get soft hands. Even if they sit and do nothing, they can eat for a few lifetimes. It makes people look really envious.

After the dynasty was dispersed, the prince wanted to go on the same road with Ming Yu, and by the way asked him where he got enough money to boast about Haikou, and how he planned the Xiqi Corridor? Although he couldn't help much, at least he had to get to the bottom of it, so that he wouldn't be troubled by the ups and downs in his heart.

He was almost scared to death by Ming Yu in the court today. In this world, Ming Yu is probably the only one who dares to utter nonsense in the court, and is not the first person to be reprimanded by the emperor.

Even Prime Minister Wen wanted to talk to Ming Yu, but where did he know, the emperor immediately opened his mouth to keep Ming Yu.

Ming Yu followed the emperor all the way to Deyu Palace. At this time, the sky was already twilight, it should be the end of Mao and the beginning of the morning. Before he could speak, Ming Yu's stomach began to growl. He got up early this morning, and he has been tossing it until now. He has not even entered a grain of rice. At this time, he was so hungry that his chest was on his back.

The emperor glanced at him, and Ming Yu said with a shy smile: "Father, my son is starving to death." After speaking, he touched his stomach to show that he was not lying.

"Look at you, it's just so promising." The emperor hated that iron could not become steel.

"How can my son compare to the father? The father goes to work so early every day... Uh! No, it's the early morning. It's really hard work, and it's hard for the son to reach his back." Ming Yu said with emotion. Even though he wears a lot of flattery, Ming Yu has the essence of flattery. Naturally, he knows how to speak to please the emperor.

Sure enough, the emperor had a smile in his eyes, and had already ordered the palace servants to bring today's breakfast.

Ming Yu devoured two bowls of bird's nest chicken shredded porridge, and ate several pieces of pearl glutinous rice cakes, emerald shrimp dumplings, and filled his stomach. Only then did he feel alive.

The royal family pays attention to eating and sleeping, waiting until the emperor has finished eating. After the palace servants finished cleaning up, it was time to talk about business.

"The Xiqi Corridor is of great importance, and it costs a lot of money. Where do you get the money?" What the emperor worried about was Ming Yu's easy promise, what if he couldn't keep it.

Ming Yu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said as a matter of course: "Of course I borrowed it!"

The emperor thought that Ming Yu had some means to answer what he had to do with full authority, but the result came out such a sentence, which made the emperor not know whether to be angry or to laugh.

"Borrow? Who can you find to borrow so much money? The treasury can't get it out. Could it be that there are people in Dayan who are rich enough to rival the country?" The emperor wondered, why he had never heard of such a person.

Ming Yu moved the small stool, came over and said very affectionately: "Come on, listen to your son, the son has such a plan here, isn't the father's small treasury still rich? Don't say no, last time in the Western Regions There are a lot of goods from the prince's brother to the father, right?"

He secretly glanced at the emperor, saw his disgusting look, smiled hehe, and continued: "Father, what my son said is true, if you miss this village, you won't have this store. If you pay some money, how much will the dividends be in the future? Ten or even hundreds of times. Others want this opportunity, but my son doesn't want to give it!"

The emperor stretched out his hand and patted Ming Yu's forehead, "You are thinking about my private treasury because of your feelings?"

Ming Yu touched his forehead, and said with some grievances: "How can there be? Sons are all for the sake of the father and the emperor. Hey! If you have money, lend it to your son, and the son will concentrate on using the money for development. Wait until the profit is made. , the son will calculate the interest for you according to the capital you invested. One or two years or even ten years, these capitals remain unchanged, but they can generate a lot of interest. This is called money begets money.

"In this way, you can make money for both your son and your father. It's a win-win situation. Isn't it better than putting money in a private vault and getting moldy? In fact, silver money is called silver money if it is circulated. The benefits are as little as scrap metal.”

The truth is actually very simple and easy to understand. Ming Yu deliberately put Liezi on the emperor, so that it is easier for people to understand the empathy.

The emperor frowned and pondered. He already understood what Ming Yu said, and after thinking for a long time, he raised his head and asked: "You just want to let others lend you money in this way? It's just that no matter how high the interest rate is, others may not be able to borrow money. ?"

Ming Yu smiled like a fox, "This is just the most basic method, but my son wants them to scramble to send money to his son."

Ming Yu's seemingly joking words made the emperor feel that this is true, and in the near future, the old fourteenth will definitely be able to do it.

Ming Yu looked like a hippie smile, "I really don't want to take this opportunity to invest a sum of money? The more you invest, the more you earn, and the business is a business that doesn't lose money."

The emperor gave him a stern look. Just now, he felt that Ming Yu has grown up and can be mature and reliable. Is this all an illusion?

However, in the end