I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 196 Fang Xiu's Plan

"cough"

Fang Xiu coughed to hide his guilty conscience, and said with a light smile, "How could it be?"

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

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows and said frivolously: "Speaking of which, I do have less contact with the empress on weekdays, and I don't know what the empress likes."

Hearing this shameless guy call the queen mother the mother queen.

Wu Mingkong's pretty face flushed slightly, he spat, and pouted, "That's my mother's queen, not yours."

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said casually: "What belongs to your majesty is what belongs to the subject, why should you make it so clear?"

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, he looked completely indifferent.

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

Although the current Empress Dowager is the biological mother of the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager lives in seclusion and keeps a low profile. Even Wu Mingkong doesn't know what she likes.

After a long silence, Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu:
"The queen mother is not interested in rare treasures, but she will think about some ways to preserve her health on weekdays."

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

There is still a month or two to go before the queen mother's birthday, so the congratulatory gift is not in a hurry.

Fang Xiu nodded and replied, "I understand."

Wu Mingkong stared at his face with watery eyes, and he said for a while:
"If there's nothing wrong, just leave."

Fang Xiu got up and walked to her, stretched out his hand to caress her hair, with a frivolous tone:

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Does Your Majesty miss you?"

Thinking is thinking.

But after all, it is by your side, and you can see it anytime you want.

Even though she was thinking about it, she didn't show it, she just pouted: "Who would miss you a traitor."

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

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand to pinch her little cheek, and said, "Coincidentally, I think so too."

"Since His Majesty doesn't want me, I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, before the little empress got angry, she turned and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Wu Mingkong stared at Fang Xiu's back in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that this guy just left, pouted, slandered a few words, but didn't say anything.

Fang Xiu has a lot of things to do during this time. On the one hand, he has to recruit and train young men, and on the other hand, he has to keep an eye on the road construction, so that no one will interfere and fill his own pockets.

Since ten years ago, the administration of officials has gradually become chaotic. Many of the people in the court are mediocre old fritters, or they are flattering and amiable party members.

A few trustworthy people all have things to do.

Sometimes, there are not enough people, and Fang Xiu, the prime minister, also contributes.

of course.

In the past, even if it was a big matter, it couldn't affect the prime minister to listen to the music.

That is to say, after turning a deer into a horse, Fang Xiu began to have a bit of awareness of the prime minister, and wanted to rectify the administration of officials.

A ten-year illness cannot be cured instantly, Wu Mingkong knows this well.

Therefore, after being angry, I felt a little distressed.

When his father was in power, Fang Xiu was a sensual and traitor.

After she ascended the throne, Fang Xiu sighed day and night, almost never resting.

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

In any case, the two have a common goal and are constantly fighting for it.

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

the other side.

Fang Xiu, who walked out of the palace, didn't know that the little empress had made up a lot of things in her head.

During this period of time, the matter of road construction has entered the formal stage.

The required silver has been collected, and the next step is to produce cement, recruit workers, and lay roads.

It will take several years to repair cement roads throughout Dagan, and there is no rush.

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

After conquering the state of Zhou, the state of Qian will have a large number of fertile fields, and with the seeds of various crops, there should be no food problems in a short period of time.

After that, save a wave of emotional points, exchange them for hybrid rice seeds, and then find a way to get chemical fertilizers, and food will not be a problem.

After the food is settled, it is time to think about liberating productivity.

The development of industry and commerce will be the focus after the big work.

Establishing a bank to provide savings and loan services is one of Fangxiu's means of developing industry and commerce.

In addition, it is to issue banknotes.

Anyone who has read high school history knows that the issuance of paper money is of great significance.

Among other things, when the Liuli Conference was held, the biggest obstacle to the transaction was that there was no suitable equivalent exchange item.

There is only one kind of equivalent exchange that circulates in all countries-silver.

No matter which 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. Every shop has special scissors and special silver scales.

After the weighing, cut the silver with scissors, keep a part that should be paid, and return the rest.

After leaving the store, it becomes very troublesome to trade with cash.

In addition, there is another problem that a complete ingot of silver will turn into broken silver after being used, and silver shavings will be produced in the process.

Sometimes folks will remelt broken silver and silver scraps into silver ingots. This process will inevitably cause losses. If they switch to banknotes for transactions, this part of the loss can be reduced.

in fact.

Countries now have the rudiments of banknotes, which are bank notes.

But no matter it is Qian State, Yan State, Wu State, or Zhou State, bank notes are not official currency.

It's just something that some wealthy businessmen fiddled with for the convenience of transactions, with their own reputation as a guarantee.

Different shops issue different bank notes and exchange them in different ways.

Generally speaking, wealthy businessmen will abide by their credit, as long as they are drawn and pledged bank notes, they can be exchanged for silver at any time.

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

After all, there will always be some mercenary and greedy guys who maliciously defraud, stay behind closed doors after issuing bank notes indiscriminately, and run away with the money.

Or embezzle deposits, fail to manage other businesses and go bankrupt, making the "bank notes" issued unable to be honored.

At this time, the bank note in his hand became a piece of waste paper, and he could only admit that he was unlucky.

Fang Xiu issued banknotes with the credit of the Daqian court as a guarantee, and it will be circulated in a short period of time, so there is no big problem.

The key lies in how to make banknotes last for a long time, instead of being reduced to waste paper in a few decades like Daming banknotes.

This is a very crucial question.

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

Knowing that the purchasing power of Daming Banknotes has declined so quickly, there are mainly four reasons.

One is not to control the circulation, unlimited spam.

Second, there is no system for issuing banknotes.

The third is that the Daming Banknotes only relied on the credit of the imperial court, but did not establish a reserve system.

Fourth, counterfeit banknotes are flooded, disrupting the normal order in the field of currency circulation.

By absorbing these four lessons, the banknotes issued by Dagan will not have too many problems.

As for how to do it.

Fang Xiu still needs time to think.

Of course, as far as the present is concerned, one thing is certain, that is, to issue banknotes, a large amount of gold, silver and copper needs to be hoarded as a reserve.

Of course, it is also feasible to use grain as a reserve.

Think twice.

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

The gentry and merchants of Qian Kingdom actually still have a lot of precious metals, but in the past few months, Fang Xiu has taken a lot of wool from their hands.

If it continues, it will inevitably make them resist.

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

After thinking about it, I can only feel wronged by those powerful gentry in Zhou State.

With this in mind, Fang Xiu no longer hesitated, and after returning to the mansion, he took up a pen and wrote a letter.

Seven days later.

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

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

Bai Qi in the camp looked at the map on the desk with focused eyes.

at this time.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Then came the voice of the guard.

"General, a letter from the capital."

Originally frowning slightly, Bai Qi raised his eyebrows, but when he heard the words "Letter from the capital", his expression changed immediately, and he said with some haste, "Submit it."

"Yes!"

The guards walked into the tent and presented the letter with both hands.

After Bai Qi took it over, he browsed carefully from top to bottom, with focused eyes, as if he was afraid of missing any details.

Saw the end.

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

Back in the day, when he led the army to crusade against Zhao, he was also in the camp, and also received news from the capital, so the road to crusade was the key point.

Now, this moment is like that moment.

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

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

"Fang Xiang."

Bai Qi murmured softly, let out a long breath, looked at the guard, and ordered: "Send this letter to Miss Tang of Jiannan Road, and then transfer 1000 people from the Shenji Camp to serve you. Sent by Miss Tang."

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion are all reorganized from the new army trained by Qi Jiguang, and their loyalty cannot be doubted.

Hearing this, the personal guard hesitated and said, "Which Miss Tang?"

As far as he knew, there were two Tang girls in Jiannan Road, one was named Tang Yixue, who was in charge of the government office, and was actually a big official in the frontier, responsible for all affairs.

The other, named Tang Rou, leads the army to suppress bandits everywhere, but his whereabouts are uncertain.

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

The personal guard bowed his hands and saluted: "The humble job understands!"

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

After the guards left, Bai Qi looked at the map on the desk again, his eyes focused as always.

Jiannan Road.

On the outskirts of Anren Mansion, in a certain village.

Pieces of huts show signs of decay.

Moth-eaten wood, leaving traces of time, many roofs look like a sieve, except for the rafters, the roof is invisible, and there are a few crosspieces in between, like ribs on the skeleton, which can be described as riddled with holes.

A thick yellow dog was lying at the entrance of the village, lazily basking in the sun.

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

Somewhere in the village.

Six or seven ten-year-old teenagers held wooden sticks picked up from nowhere, their rough faces were full of resentment, and they were discussing something.

"What is the army of Her Royal Highness, those guys are obviously dry!"

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

"Yes! Even if it's desperate, drive those guys out!"

The teenagers were skinny and dark-skinned, holding the wooden stick tightly in their rough little hands, as if it was a musket that could shoot out thunder.

While filled with righteous indignation, there was a look of determination in his eyes, which meant that everyone was responsible for the rise and fall of a country.

A lame middle-aged man with a basket on his back passed by the teenagers. Hearing their bold words, he glared at them and cursed angrily:

"A group of brats, what a fool! Go fetch water when you're in a hurry, don't make trouble for adults!"

Hearing this, the leading boy stared back, not to be outdone, spat, and cursed:

"Bitch!"

The lame middle-aged man was not angry when he was scolded, he just picked up a stone from the ground and threatened: "If you fart here again, I will beat you!"

The leading boy glared, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

The young man at the side showed a look of fear, tugged at his shoulder, and whispered: "Brother Xiao Hu, forget it."

The young man called Xiaohu stared at the crippled middle-aged man with wide eyes, spat, and said angrily, "I see you have fought a war, so I don't care about you!"

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

"We can gather seven people in our village, and we can gather a few more people in the next village. When those gangsters come over, we will find an opportunity to snatch their weapons."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head.

Xiaohu turned his head and saw a lame middle-aged man standing behind him with his hands raised.

You don't need to ask, it's this guy who hit him just now.

"What do you want to do!"

Xiaohu's eyes widened, glaring, gritting his teeth.

There was a cold light in the lame middle-aged man's eyes, and he said coldly: "You bastard wants to die, don't implicate your father, mother, grandpa, grandma, and hundreds of people in the village!"

Xiaohu originally wanted to scold a few cowards, 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 pity that you were in the Huben Army before, and the dry people have bullied us! You still..."

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

"Did the guy shit on your head, or did he piss on your head?"

When Xiaohu heard this, his expression became even angrier, and he wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man continued: "I still took off your mother's clothes, pressed them to the ground, stabbed your father's heart, hung them on the tree, chopped Throw your grandpa's head into the field?"

The following words made several teenagers startled and shuddered.

The picture described by the middle-aged man couldn't help but appear in their minds. An indescribable sense of fear instantly swept through their bodies. It was clearly a warm spring day, 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 opened, his body trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a while.

"Whether the gangsters are just pretending or they really have a conscience, don't provoke them. Otherwise, don't say that no one can save you, the whole village will have to be buried with you."

The middle-aged man glanced at him, left such words, and limped forward with a basket on his back.

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

Xiaohu and a few teenagers stood in place, the warm sunlight shone on them, but no one felt warm.

a while.

A teenager finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

"Small, Brother Xiaohu, I'm afraid."

Xiaohu exhaled foul breath, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

at this time.

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

Several teenagers were slightly taken aback, they didn't know what they thought of, and their expressions became more frightened.

As long as Xiaohu remained calm, he trotted to the entrance of the village, and then saw a few tall horses coming not far away, with several men in light armor sitting on them.

These men were all dressed in uniform gray clothing, with long knives on their waists and something like a firestick on their backs.

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

He stood there, staring blankly at the people in front of him constantly approaching.

After a while, I finally came to my senses and screamed with all my might:

"Here comes the dry man!"

　It may be because I have been sitting for a long time and my body is not very comfortable. I try to write another chapter at night. I am really sorry.

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