I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1081 The energy is exhausted
"My lord, the people are over there..."

Zhang Juzheng suddenly picked up the seal written in blood, the ink soaking through three layers of hemp paper.

"This is the 'Book to Destroy the Yellow Turbans' jointly signed by the people of Qianxi. Every word is heart-wrenching, but there is no mention of changing the dynasty."

Su Ye picked up the blood letter and suddenly laughed softly.

He knew the people's thoughts too well - they wanted to get rid of the Yellow Turban Army, which was a thorn in their eyes, but they were also unwilling to admit that Daqian was doomed.

If Meng Zhang had not looted all officials above the third rank before leaving, the people under the emperor's feet would probably have held the word "Daqian" as a tablet to worship.

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

"I remember that when Guan Gong founded the Jixia Academy, there was a course called "On the People's Hearts"."

Su Ye pressed the blood letter onto the candle flame and watched the flames lick the word "Daqian".
Zhang Juzheng's hand holding the pen suddenly exerted force, and the ink spread out into black plum blossoms on the memorial.

"Send a message to Hengzhou, and transfer Di Renjie to Qiandu."

"I want him to set up a drum at the gate of each county government office in Qianzhou. If a citizen beats the drum to complain about his grievances, no matter how big or small the case is, he will get a response within three days."

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

Jingwei's hands were shaking slightly as she picked up the teacup. How could she not know that this was a risky move?

Di Renjie was an excellent judge of cases in Hengzhou. If he were to come to Qianzhou, I'm afraid he would turn the long-standing malpractices in the Daqian officialdom upside down.

"My Lord, in Hengzhou..."

"Governor Gao asked if we could transfer some capable personnel?"

Zhang Juzheng suddenly picked up a sealed urgent message with Gao Jiong's red pattern engraved on the wax seal.

"Let Gao Jiong transfer all the officials from Hengzhou, including the Revenue Department, Warehouse Department, and Law Department."

"What I want is to 'follow the rules of Xiao and Cao', not to start anew."

Su Ye suddenly picked up the red pen and wrote the word "approved" on the memorial.
"My Lord, do you want to turn Qianzhou into the second Hengzhou?"

Zhang Juzheng looked at the red ink and suddenly drew a red line next to the word "Hengzhou".

"Do not."

"What I want is the 'Qianzhou Model'."

Su Ye picked up the "Qianzhou Waterway Map" on the desk and stroked the tributaries of the Wei River with his fingertips.

"When Hengzhou has terraced fields, Qianzhou will build canals; when Hengzhou has caravans, Qianzhou will open trade. After two years, I will let Tianwu Continent know about the prosperity of Qianzhou and Hengzhou."

He suddenly spread his arms, and his black cloak spread out like a crow's wings.

"Uncle, you just said you wanted support from Hengzhou?"

Then Su Ye suddenly stopped smiling and pointed the tip of his sword at the border between Qianzhou and Hengzhou on the map.

"That's right! I roughly calculated it once. If we want to recover all eight counties of Qianzhou, we need at least 300,000 dan of grain and 50,000 jin of fine iron from Hengzhou temporarily. We also need..."

Zhang Juzheng perked up, and the hem of his official robe swept across the teacup on the desk.

"We need Lord Gao Jiong to rectify the grain transport, and Lord Di Renjie to investigate corruption."

Su Ye took over the conversation and saw a flash of surprise in Zhang Juzheng's eyes.

"I will give you six months. If you cannot make the people of Qianzhou wear cotton clothes produced in Hengzhou and drink rice wine shipped from Hengzhou within six months..."

He suddenly picked up a red pen and drew a circle around the location of Hengzhou on the map.

"I will definitely live up to your trust, my lord! But... I just have one more request."

He suddenly stopped talking and saw Zhang Juzheng had straightened his clothes and knelt down, the tassel of his official hat making a slight sound on the blue brick floor.

"explain."

"I beg you, my lord, to allow my uncle to have a face-to-face meeting with Lord Gao and Lord Di of Hengzhou." Zhang Juzheng said as he took out a sealed letter from his sleeve. On the front of the letter was printed with red clay the words "Jixia Urgent Delivery".

"This is the 'Regulations on Trade between Qianzhou and Hengzhou' drafted overnight by the students of Jixia Academy. It contains detailed descriptions of the passes, fortresses, and taxes..."

Su Ye picked up the secret letter, but saw that it was covered with tiny characters, which looked like a group of ants gnawing on mulberry leaves.

"Uncle, you are really good at taking advantage of others. You just took control of Qianzhou and you are already eyeing the money bag of Hengzhou..."

He suddenly chuckled, making the bronze crane incense burner in front of the hall buzz.

"I agreed. Uncle, go and get busy."

"I still need to meet those old ministers who are 'loyal to Daqian'."

Su Ye suddenly picked up the Chunjun sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the sky outside the palace.

"Remember to send a message to Di Renjie - I'm in Qiandu, waiting to read his "Qianzhou Law"."

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

The autumn sun slanted across the eaves of the imperial city, casting a golden glow on the bluestone road.

Su Ye walked slowly on the ground covered with locust flowers, the hem of his white robe sweeping across the vermilion palace wall. Jing Niu followed three steps away with a sword in his arms. His black iron wrist guard collided with the white marble railing, and the tinkling sound startled the copper bells on the eaves.

"Zhenguogong Wan'an——"

When I turned around the Chuihua Gate, I suddenly heard a deliberately drawn-out "hello" coming from the front.

Su Ye looked up and saw Wang Chongli, one of the six former ministers of Daqian, standing with his head bent under the red steps. There was a dead leaf on the hem of his official robe and a pile of memorials in his arms that was taller than his head.

This old man was quite lucky, because as the former Minister of Six Ministries and an old man himself, the Yellow Turban Army was afraid that he would die along the way, so they let him stay.

It's just that this old man, who had a serious look at first, now smiled so much that his face was full of wrinkles like chrysanthemums, just like a squirrel holding pine nuts to present its treasure.

"Where is Minister Wang going to serve?"

Su Ye's fingertips brushed across the Chunjun sword at his waist, and the twelve-hour pattern wrapped in gold thread flowed like a galaxy in the sunlight.

Wang Chongli hurriedly moved the memorial to his left hand, freeing up his right hand to draw.

"I was just about to go to the Ministry of Works to verify the money for the repair of the imperial mausoleum. I will not disturb the Duke of Zhenguo's leisure."

As he was about to step aside to make way, he unexpectedly saw the memorials in his arms scatter all over the floor. The first one happened to be opened on the page of "Allocation of Disaster Relief Funds for Kunyou County". The red ink was not dry yet, and it was the word "Approved" written by Su Ye himself.

Jingwei took a step forward to help pick up the things, but saw Su Ye chuckle and shake his head.

"Lord Zhenguo, please understand! Your humble servant... Your humble servant has absolutely no intention of prying into confidential information. It is really... It is really this memorial itself..."

The scent of agarwood mixed with sandalwood ash filled his nose. Wang Chongli trembled all over and suddenly fell to his knees.

"Minister Wang, be careful of the steps."

Su Ye casually brushed away the bamboo slips that were blocking his way, and the four words "Relief grain mixed with sand" in black on a white background were faintly visible under the official boots.

After walking more than ten steps, he suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. He thought that the old man had dropped his jade belt hook out of fright.

When the armored guards holding Xuanwu maces passed by in a line, they startled the jackdaws perched on the paulownia trees beside the road.

"How many of these civil and military officials in the court really don't know that Daqian is about to end?"

Su Ye looked at the flock of crows fluttering towards the East Market of the Imperial City and suddenly chuckled.

Jingwei remained silent, for she knew very well why His Highness was laughing - there was a piece of fresh tea leaves embedded in the cracks of the blue bricks where Wang Chongli had been kneeling just now. It was clearly the Bihuchun tea specially supplied by the Imperial Tea Room.

Now even the nine ministers dare to steal the emperor's tea to survive. Isn't this Daqian Empire just a broken sieve embroidered with gold thread?

After passing the Wenhua Hall, I suddenly saw a dozen military generals accompanying an official in a red robe coming towards me.

The official had a leopard head and round eyes. He was none other than Zhao Dexun, the guard of the north gate among the four gates of Qiandu. Because the north gate was not the main gate attacked by the Yellow Turban Army, he was able to save his life when Qiandu was breached.

(End of this chapter)