The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1072 Food Red Line [Subscription*Monthly Ticket Request]

"In comparison, I think Your Majesty is more worried about tomb robbery!" Chen Jian said with some doubt.

Although tomb robbing is a felony punishable by death and an unforgivable crime in this era, there are always ruthless people who are willing to take risks in every era.

Of course, considering Yan Yan’s status and contribution to China, no one would rob his tomb.

However, Chen Jian still suspected that Yan Yan was afraid of being robbed.

An Qisheng also hesitated. If it was anyone else, he could say with certainty that it would not happen, but for Yan Yan... he couldn't guarantee it either.

It seems that sometimes their Majesty always suffers from paranoia.

Don't you think about it? Anyone in the whole world and among all the Chinese people dares to rob his tomb. He will be rubbed in the back by the entire Chinese descendants.

It’s like the tombs of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and King Yu, who dares to touch them?
"How much did the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum cost?" Chen Jian asked seriously.

There is no reason why he can't get the money that Li Yao can afford.

"I don't know. It was built on and off. Who knows what it looks like now and how much it cost, but it is definitely not a small amount. It is said that the ground in the underground palace was paved with mercury to simulate mountains and rivers." An Qisheng thought for a while and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Goodbye, Your Majesty, let us disarm!" Chen Jian gave up decisively.

The ground of the Imperial Mausoleum at Mount Li was paved with mercury because the Qin State had its own mercury production area, which provided mercury at a discounted price or even for free.

What does Bingzhou have? If there are still human sacrifices, he can ask the Yulin Guards, the Red Flame Cavalry, and the Blood Cavalry to capture tens of thousands of barbarians to be buried with them.

But using people as burial objects is a waste of labor.

“……”An Qisheng also fell silent.

The grand project of paving the ground with mercury is really not something Bingzhou can afford.

"Actually, we can ask Shui Jun and Bai Jia to get the skeleton of the Nine-headed Kunpeng to create the terrain for the Nine-headed Kunpeng to pull the coffin."

"This kind of wildness is also in line with my Bingzhou style!"

An Qisheng gave some suggestions.

"Anqi Xiang, what are you kidding? That is Kunpeng, not an ordinary beast. I can tolerate you being the ten-headed mountain king, but now, with the nine-headed Kunpeng, do you want to drive the water king crazy?" Chen Jian rolled his eyes.

Others may not know how terrible the sea is, or how wild Kunpeng is, but as the former King of Qi, how could he not know?

"Anyway, Shuijun has nothing to do now and goes to capture Kunpeng for research. It's a good opportunity to recycle waste, right?" An Qisheng said with a smile.

"So, I am using waste materials to build His Majesty's tomb. Are you afraid that His Majesty will kill me?" Chen Jian was speechless.

"As long as you die before His Majesty, isn't that enough?" An Qisheng thought seriously.

“……”Chen Jian was silent.

It seems that this group of people may not necessarily die after Yan Yan.

"I'll try my best!" Chen Jian finally compromised.

The imperial mausoleum must be built, regardless of whether Yan Yan himself is willing or not. Even if they don't do it, future generations will build a cenotaph for Yan Yan.

As the founding emperor and the patron emperor of China, how could it be possible that he doesn't even have a tomb for future generations to pay homage to?

Bingzhou also needs faith.

And Yan is their belief.

"As long as it's Kunpeng's skeleton, I believe Shuijun will be willing to give it to you!" An Qisheng continued.

Given the relationship between Yan Yan and Wei Ju, let alone the skeleton, as long as Wei Ju was told that the tomb was to be built for Yan Yan, as long as he had the ability, Wei Ju would definitely go and get it for Bingzhou for free.

"Then please trouble Anqi the fortune teller to survey the terrain and look for a suitable location for the mausoleum. I will figure out the money issue!" Chen Jian was just talking nonsense.

This imperial tomb needs to be repaired.

It's just that he can't be as extravagant as the Qin State, so he can still eat grass and squeeze blood to squeeze out some. "As for the other ministers and state officials, I will kill those of the Mohist School sooner or later!" Chen Jian complained in a low voice.

The emperor's tomb needs to be built, and so does the tomb of the country's heroes.

However, in Chen Jian's opinion, Mohism is the best role model.

Doesn't the Mohist school like simple burials? Then take the Mohist school as an example. When they die, grind their bones into powder and scatter their ashes to the mountains, rivers and streams of Bingzhou. Then build a cenotaph for them and a portrait.

As long as there is Mohist proof, are you afraid that you can’t shut other people up?
An Qisheng looked at Chen Jian with a cold gaze and felt a chill run down his spine. He felt as if Chen Jian was thinking of burning him to ashes.

"How much tax does Bingzhou collect this year?" Chen Jian asked.

"?" An Qisheng was stunned for a moment. You are the Internal Affairs Minister of Grain, and you ask me about this kind of thing?

"The food and grass from Hetao, Juyan Lake, the Western Regions and other places should be able to ensure Bingzhou's self-sufficiency in food and grass!" Chen Jian said in a low voice.

"About 50%, so there is probably no surplus and we cannot survive a large-scale war!" An Qisheng thought about it and gave an answer.

War has always been a test not only of the bravery of soldiers on the battlefield, but also of the logistical supply capabilities of both sides.

If Bingzhou launches a large-scale war in a short period of time, the national treasury will probably be drained directly.

Bingzhou was not short of money, but it did not have sufficient accumulated food and fodder to resist the threat of war.

When the world's food and grass are exhausted due to war, no matter how much money you have, it will be just a pile of scrap metal.

"Sure enough, we still need to develop the area north of Dalingh River!" Chen Jian sighed.

Insufficient food self-sufficiency is always a disadvantage.

"Are you sick?" An Qisheng looked at Chen Jian.

You people who study economics and numbers really have a different way of thinking than other people.

Even in the Central Plains of China, no one dares to say that the food self-sufficiency rate can reach 100% nationwide.

Those who can reach over sixty are considered first-rate among the princes.

Throughout history, only one country, the Song Dynasty, truly exceeded 50%.

That’s because Song was a small state and its people were wealthy.

Then everyone knows the result, everyone is drooling over it.

Now Bingzhou can occupy more than half, and then the people of Yan State will spontaneously enter Bingzhou.

Hunger and cold actually have a death line, but no one is willing to reveal it.

Governments in all countries tacitly agree that deaths below the red line are permitted.

Therefore, if Chen Jian wanted to increase the grain self-sufficiency rate to over 100%, in the eyes of Anqisheng, that would be like wanting to become Shennong or Houji!
If Chen Jian could really make Bingzhou's grain self-sufficiency rate reach 70%, not to mention 100%, and he wouldn't need anyone else, he would just destroy the Houji Temple and carry Chen Jian in.

"People should always have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between you and salted fish?"

Chen Jian had been the King of Qi, so he naturally knew the red line of grain self-sufficiency.

However, it is very rare to have an era like Bingzhou when the country was just founded and all the court officials work together.

If Bingzhou can't do it in this situation, what about other eras?

As a predecessor and wise man, the founding governor of Bingzhou, he did not set this goal, so later generations will only lower the standards again and again.

He knows about human laziness.

If they don't do it, future generations will only say that their ancestors couldn't do it, so what can they do?
And if they do it, then the descendants will have a goal, thinking about fulfilling the wishes of their ancestors or surpassing them.

Whatever the outcome, it's much better than lying flat.

(End of this chapter)