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Chapter 1080 Internal and external affairs of Qianzhou, Zhang Juzheng!
"Order General Kong Xuan to leave for Yunzhong immediately and tell him that I want him to make sure that within one month, the people of Qianzhou only know about the Hengzhou Army and not the Great Qian Dynasty!"

He suddenly picked up a red pen and drew a blood-red circle at the location of Qianzhou on the map.

A night wind suddenly blew outside the window, blowing the remaining pages of the unburned bamboo slips against the window frame. Su Ye looked at the Qianzhou territory that snaked like a dragon on the map, and suddenly remembered the words Meng Zhang left at the dock before he left: "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born of different species?"

He gently stroked the tassel of the Chunjun sword, watched the pearl cast a flickering spot of light on the scabbard, and suddenly chuckled.

"That kid Qubing, should he be hunting outside Humen Pass now?"

"Zhongqing must have promised him some favor, otherwise why would he be so obedient as a gatekeeper?"

He picked up the cold teacup on the desk and watched the locust flowers floating in the tea swirl and sink to the bottom.

As the aroma of tea wafted in the air, Su Ye seemed to see Huo Qubing throwing the cup away with a red face, while Wei Qing must have been twirling his beard and laughing, allowing the tip of the young general's spear to poke several holes in the sand table.

"This boy should be given strong wine and fast horses, not trapped in an isolated city."

He suddenly picked up a red pen and added a comment next to the three words "Huo Qubing".

The night wind blew through the hall, blowing up the unfinished memorials on the desk.

Su Ye looked at the flying papers and suddenly felt that this huge study was like a battlefield. He was standing in the center of the map, watching thousands of soldiers galloping across the ink marks on the bamboo slips.

Before the morning mist dissipated, Su Ye had already stepped on the dew and climbed the ninety-nine white marble steps in front of the Qianyuan Hall.

Xuanwu followed three steps away with his mace in hand. The sound of iron armor hitting the jade steps startled the bronze bells on the eaves. Jingwei's black cloak swept across the vermilion pillars, startling the swallows perched on the beams and causing them to flutter into the pale blue sky.

"My lord, please look at this."

Jingwei suddenly stopped and pointed his fingertips at the ears of the bronze tripod in front of the hall.

Su Ye looked in the direction where it was going, and saw a bamboo slip half a finger long embedded between the mottled Taotie patterns on the tripod's body. The ink words on it were blurred by dew, but one could vaguely make out the words "Kunyou suffers from severe drought, relief grain mixed with sand".

Su Ye picked up the bamboo slips and chuckled. The agarwood fragrance mixed with the unburned sandalwood ash in the cauldron weaved into a fine web in the morning breeze. He knew very well that this was the work of Zhang Juzheng - the young prime minister always liked to hide urgent matters in plain sight, under the euphemism of "no secrets among ministers."

When the palace door opened, the scent of ink mixed with a burnt smell hit me in the face.

Su Ye looked at Zhang Juzheng who was writing furiously at his desk, and suddenly felt that the Qianyuan Hall was like a boiling iron pot. The first batch of students from the Jixia Academy founded by Guan Zhong were the rice grains boiling in the pot, and the mountains of memorials on the desk were clearly the pine wood adding firewood.

"Lord!"

When Zhang Juzheng looked up, the memorial held down by the jade paperweight fell to the ground with a clatter.

The cabinet chief minister, who was only in his twenties, had dark circles under his eyes and a piece of bamboo leaf stained the hem of his official robe. It seemed that he had slept in a side hall again last night.

"Shuda (Zhang Juzheng's courtesy name) is busy now."

Su Ye picked up the purple brush on the desk and casually drew on the blank space of the memorial. The red comments were like a dragon flying through the clouds. With just three or two strokes, he connected "Kunyou Disaster Relief" and "Hengzhou Grain Transport" into a circle.

"My Lord, do you want to borrow the rice from Hengzhou and transport it to Chencang?"

Zhang Juzheng looked at the vermilion handwriting, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The 100,000 mu of terraced fields newly reclaimed in Hengzhou last year are now being put to good use."

Su Ye chuckled and stroked the "Qianzhou Waterway Map" on the desk with his fingertips.

"Let Gao Jiong dispatch 20 grain ships as the first batch, each carrying 3,000 dan of rice, with the sacks wrapped with the Hengzhou merchant's mark."

Jingwei's hand holding the teacup paused slightly. She could naturally hear the hidden meaning of her lord's words - the rice from Hengzhou was wrapped in the merchant's cloth banner, and when the relief grain was distributed to the people, who would still remember whether it was the grace of the Duke of Zhenguo or the benevolent rule of the Daqian court?

"Uncle just said in his memorial that there are still people in Kunyou and Tianshui counties who are wavering?"

Su Ye suddenly picked up the jade lion paperweight on the desk, and the lion's eyes were facing the mark of Kunyou County on the map.

"These two counties are sandwiched between Hengzhou and Qiandu, just like two live eyes on a chessboard."

Zhang Juzheng understood what he meant and picked up the red brush to draw a circle around Kunyou.

"Last year when the Yellow Turbans besieged the city, the Kunyou Li family secretly opened their granaries to provide aid to the refugees."

Wen Tianxiang came forward holding a pile of account books, his white official robe stained with ink. "These are the accounts seized by Luowang's secret agents. The Li family is recruiting soldiers under the guise of disaster relief."

Su Ye took the account book and suddenly chuckled. He knew the calculations of these noble families too well - they wanted to protect their lives and property, but they were unwilling to hand over their ancestral foundation to others.

If Meng Zhang had not robbed all officials above the third rank before leaving, how could these cunning guys be so obedient?

"Uncle, what do you think we should do?"

Su Ye pushed the account book back onto the desk and saw Zhang Juzheng writing the words "Salt and Iron" next to the words "Kunyou".

"The Li family controls 30% of the salt wells in Qianzhou. Why don't you follow Guan Gong's wisdom?"

The young Prime Minister’s pen was as sharp as a knife, and he spoke before the ink was dry.

"Guan Shanhai?"

Su Ye clapped his hands and laughed, causing the candlelight in the hall to jump three times. He picked up the Chunjun sword and lightly touched the Kunyou Salt Well on the map with the tip of the sword. The sound of metal hitting stone startled the crows outside the window and they flew up.

"Send a message to Wei Qing to dispatch a group of elite Yulin soldiers to garrison Kunyou."

He turned around suddenly, and the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of blood intertwined into a web.

"I will also order Gao Jiong to open a salt market in Hengzhou. Anyone with a Qianzhou household registration can buy salt at a fair price."

Zhang Juzheng's hand was shaking slightly as he held the pen. How could he not know that this was an open conspiracy?
When the official salt from Hengzhou flows into Qianzhou, the private salt of the Li family will be like waste paper. By then, not to mention the salt wells, even the ancestral tombs of the Li family will probably have to be renamed Su.

"My lord, the surrendered troops..."

Lu Xiufu picked up the blood-stained military report, and there was a dead leaf on the white cover.

"General Gu's old subordinates still have 200,000 troops stationed outside the city. The daily expenses for food for the people and horses are huge."

Su Ye picked up the military newspaper and suddenly remembered the "Plan for the Resettlement of the Surrendered Troops in Qianzhou" presented by Wei Qing half a month ago.

The general clearly wrote in his memorial: The surrendered troops can be divided into three groups, one group will go to the northern part of Hengzhou to guard the border with Generals Tie Shiwen and Lian Po, one group will be handed over to Ran Min for reorganization, and the rest...

"Who do you think should be sent to reorganize the surrendered troops?"

Su Ye suddenly picked up the tiger talisman on the desk, and the golden scale pattern glowed faintly under the candlelight.

"General Huo is good at attacking, but also good at defending."

Zhang Juzheng looked at the coiled dragon pattern on the tiger talisman, and suddenly picked up a pen and drew a circle next to the three words "Huo Qubing".

"Oh?"

"Uncle, tell me about it."

Su Ye raised his eyebrows slightly and stroked the edge of the tiger talisman with his fingertips.

"When General Huo led the Black Scale Cavalry to garrison Qianxi, he ordered the surrendered soldiers to eat and sleep with the common people."

Zhang Juzheng picked up a red brush and drew a red line at the mark of Qianxi County on the map.

"Now the people of Qianxi only know General Huo's kindness and justice, but have never heard of the kindness of the Daqian court."

Su Ye chuckled when he heard this. How could he not know that this was Huo Qubing's trick?
That guy must have learned Meng Zhang's method and divided the surrendered soldiers into small teams, assigning a Hengzhou military ruffian to each team, and becoming friends with the common people every day.

When the autumn harvest season comes, these surrendered soldiers will probably rush to harvest wheat for the people.

"Then send a message to Qu Bing, and have him lead the surrendered troops to repair the Chi Road."

Su Ye suddenly picked up the red pen and drew a red line on the map.

"From Qiandu to Hengzhou, we need to build a highway that can pull eight horses side by side."

Jingwei's hand holding the silver scissors paused slightly. She could naturally hear the implication of Su Ye's words - when the highway is completed, food and troops from Hengzhou will arrive at any time, and even if Qianzhou wants to rebel, it cannot escape the Five Finger Mountain of Zhenguogong.

(End of this chapter)