At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 148 60 years of frugality

"Gong Xin broke the two strongholds, Poyang Lake is all owned by the king's master, and the grand master's army is prosperous, what do you think?" Zhao Shi asked with a smile.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for restoring the world..."

Before Chen Yizhong finished speaking, Ma Shangshu came out and said: "Your Majesty, Jiangxi should be ordered to postpone the invasion of troops and transfer money and grain to support the central government."

"That's not appropriate." Lu Xiufu said, "It's time to conquer Hukou in one go and move down the river. Don't give up halfway."

"However, [-] Fujian troops went north, and the central government was not able to support them. The Ministry of Household Affairs was really powerless." In order to increase his persuasion, Ma Tingluan mentioned the data again.

Last year, Kang Zhongxiang collected 280 million shi of grain in Fujian, and the prefectures and counties intercepted 100 million shi, and then supported Zhendong Road with 20 shi. Can they support the front 160 million shi?

Find out about shipping loss.

50 million stone.

In fact, only 100 million stones were transported to Wenzhou, and officials, craftsmen, and hired civilians were required to be paid. In the end, only 60 stones were transported to the front line.

The amount of grain from Guangdong is almost the same, with 80 shipped to Guangxi and 50 shipped to Wenzhou. Including local grain in Zhejiang, the total shipped to the front line is 100 million shi.

Before the plague, the main force of the three routes was 5 people, and they could not move more than [-] shi of food every month. The more than [-] people stationed in the city behind also required more than [-] shi.

From August last year to February this year, Ma Tingluan really performed beyond his level. Without the food coming in from overseas, he would not even be able to provide relief to the people.

Today, [-] troops have been transferred from Fujian to the north. The cost of garrisoning on the spot is [-] shi of food, and twice that amount for field operations outside the city.

There are still three months before the summer harvest, and Ma Shangshu is really powerless.

Restoring the country is of course important, but it is not as important as stabilizing Lin'an, so Ma Tingluan was unhappy when he saw that Jiangxi could still keep making progress.

It makes no sense that the central government is so poor that it eats nothing, but the local government still has enough energy to spare!
Everyone has heard this countless times, so naturally they know it by heart, so they remain silent.

"Jiangxi is at its peak and cannot be hindered. Let it continue to advance. As for Lin'an...the troops will be stationed on the spot and be as frugal as possible." The emperor could only say this.

if not?Even if the emperor eats soil, he can't save a few mouthfuls of food.

"Your Majesty~" A guard ran in and held up a memorial to pay homage: "Ling Fangju went to the South China Sea and returned to Qiantang, bringing countless goods and food with him."

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

Ling Fangju could only hunt down one bandit, how many more could he capture?The young man has not yet become an official, but he has become bureaucracy, which is unacceptable.

Zhao didn't pay too much attention and took the memorial and read it.

"...I first defeated the Champa City and Kunggang, then defeated its army, and then surrounded the capital. I used the threat of destroying the country and establishing puppets to force the Champa King to surrender...

…More than 11 large and small ships, all fully loaded, contained 11 jins of saltpeter, 3000 jins of sulfur, 25 taels of gold, 8000 taels of silver, 14 guan of copper coins, and rice. 150 million stones, 11 pairs of leather, 30 catties of iron...

Treasures such as spices, gems, jade, pearls, coral, tortoise shells, rhinoceros horns, and ivory have not yet been counted. "

"Idiot!" Zhao Shi shouted, startling everyone.

Just when Lu Xiufu was about to ask, Zhao Shi waved the memorial and shouted: "With so much harvest, how dare you come to Hangzhou to present the memorial?"

"Your Majesty, how much has been harvested?" Ma Tingluan asked.

"At least a million guan, otherwise His Majesty wouldn't be so rude." Everyone secretly guessed.

Zhao Shi handed over the memorial. Ma Tingluan read it first, then immediately turned around and ran out. Halfway through, he stopped suddenly and turned around and said, "Your Majesty, I will forgive you. I will go to Qiantang immediately."

"Hey, the memorial is here to stay..." Before Chen Yizhong could finish shouting, Ma Tingluan had already disappeared.

Before entering the gate of the household department, Ma Tingluan shouted: "Come here, come here, follow me to Qiantang, now, immediately, immediately."

When everyone came out and didn't know what was going on, Ma Tingluan made arrangements. Those looking for the boat and those moving the scales and buckets would leave immediately.

It was arranged in a quarter of an hour, and without giving anyone a chance to ask questions, they went straight to the dock.

There will always be navy clippers docked here for the imperial court to deliver urgent orders.

Ma Tingluan jumped on the boat and said, "Go to Qiantang quickly."

The clipper didn't even recognize Ma Shangshu's face, but he recognized the second-grade official uniform and more than ten guards, so he set off immediately.Ma Tingluan was lying in the cabin, his mind either yellow or white, a mess.

To be honest, Ma Shangshu is not an inexperienced person. Every day, money and grain are passed at a running price, but it is either in batches or in numbers. He has never seen so much money and grain piled up together.

The oars and oars were used together, and people kept stopping the boat. One day when they arrived at Qiantang, Ma Tingluan stared at the huge ships in the port with red eyes.

At this time, Ling Fangju and Dai Biaoyuan were directing the unloading of goods. The dock was filled with boxes of all sizes, and even copper coins were piled randomly on the ground.

"Mine, everything is mine~" While shouting, Ma Tingluan rushed forward and asked: "But they were all sent to the center?"

"Master Ma, don't be impatient." Dai Biaoyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "There are too many and they haven't been moved yet."

"Good~ good~ hahahaha..."

With his crazy look, others thought he was crazy.

After finally calming down, Ma Tingluan saw the navy patrolling the water, and there were also a large number of soldiers patrolling the shore.

There was too much money, food and goods. In order to prevent anyone from taking risks, Dai Biaoyuan exceeded his authority and seconded thousands of soldiers from nearby to help.

That is to say, the port can only accommodate a limited number of ships at the same time, otherwise people would have to be hired to help unload the cargo.

"Currently, the gold, silver and copper have been unloaded, and what is being unloaded at this time is leather." Dai Biaoyuan came closer and whispered: "The nitrate and sulfur have been transported to the county government office, and are guarded by two hundred soldiers, so there is no risk."

Nitrate and sulfur are foolproof, and gold and silver here are shining brightly. If all levels had not tried their best to suppress it, I am afraid they would have been looted long ago.

Ma Tingluan nodded and said, "Where is the gold and silver?"

It's in a box on the dock. When you open it, it's blinding.

Iron cocoa can be used to make weapons and armor, not to mention food, which is in short supply. Leather is a good thing and can be used to make armor. Spices and gems are used as hard currency when transported to the north...

Ma Tingluan looked at it, sighed with satisfaction, and said: "If you don't want to occupy such a wealthy city, you should send troops before going."

"The minister is joking." Ling Fangju said: "All the savings from the 60 years of occupying the city are here. Sending troops will only occupy its land and plunder its people. It will waste more than what is gained. It is not worth it."

In the early years, Champa took advantage of its strong national power to attack Zhenla, but was defeated twice and was destroyed by the opponent. It was not until the 13th year of Jiading (1220) that the country was restored.

After living frugally for 60 years, I returned to the time before the destruction of the country.

At this time, King Indravarman VI of Champa was sitting on the throne, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ever since the Song Dynasty fleet left, he has often been in such a daze. The palace maids and waitresses have become accustomed to it and do not dare to disturb him.

After sitting for a long time, Indravarman VI felt a bit of heat. He couldn't help but pull his collar and shouted: "Come on, get on the ice..."

Oh, all the saltpeter was taken away?That's fine.

Looking at the empty palace, Indravarman VI felt sad and couldn't help but shed a handful of sad tears.

What kind of evil was done? The Song Dynasty only had a fleet of 2000 people, so it forced them to occupy a huge city and emptied the state treasury. They even sent troops to plunder the people and help the other party fill the ships.

He was so obsessed that he was crazy. If he abandoned the city and fled, even if the Song people set up puppets, the looting would not be so clean.

Bandits are like combs and soldiers are like grates. No matter how powerful the Song soldiers are, they can fill a hundred ships to the sky, but they will never be able to take more than their own people.

"Your Majesty, it's time to have dinner." The palace maid awakened Indravarman VI from his self-pity.

If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry. If you don't eat two meals, you must eat something.

However, seeing a bowl of vegetables, a bowl of meat and a bowl of soup with floating leaves, Indravarman VI really lost his appetite.

Rice pastries?

The king of Champa will lose if he can find even one grain of rice.

In short, this meal, which even dogs would not eat, was tasteless and tasted like dirt in the mouth of Indravarman VI.

(End of this chapter)