Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 555: The King's Unparalleled Wisdom
The Wuliang King's court was in Yemi City, and Yemi City was at the foot of Miluling Mountain.

Yemi City is a very beautiful city, with the Milu Mountain behind it and the Sulor Lake in front of it. There are green meadows at the foot of the mountain and endless fertile fields by the lake.

Although the Wulianghu people were not good at farming, after Utuo came to power, he still reclaimed a large amount of fertile land on the shores of Lake Sulor. This piece of fertile land alone could feed 100,000 Wuliang people.

It was precisely because of his possession of large tracts of good farmland and fertile grasslands that Utuo was able to completely control the Wulianghu tribe.

At this time, Utuo was sitting in the palace hall to entertain six princes. There were countless delicacies at the banquet, and many dancers and singers were performing. The six princes were respectful to Utuo, and every word they said was full of flattery.

The Wulianghu tribe has a total of eight princes, including Xuan Ting, the leader of the Ula clan, and Cui Liang, the Prince of Liang. However, the six veteran princes of the Wulianghu tribe came to the banquet today.

In the past, these six old princes were often disrespectful to Utuo's father, and often obeyed orders but not instructions. Especially after Utuo buried 70,000 Hu cavalry at Guanshankou, these six old princes began to have various ideas about the royal court.

It took Uto four full years to make these six old guys surrender.

Wuto was very satisfied with this. He raised his glass and said, "My uncles, I wish our Wuliang Royal Court a great victory in this battle!"

Wuto has wanted to go to war with Darong for a long time. If it weren't for the internal instability, he would have wanted to go to war with Darong three years ago.

Now that the Wuliang king's court has a strong army and abundant food and fodder, Wutuo can't wait to have a big battle with Dayong to avenge his previous humiliation.

Even if the Shen Yang Sect had not been secretly instigating, Wu Tuo would have led his army south next year.

"Congratulations to Wang Ting!"

"Congratulations to Wang Ting!"

The six princes all raised their glasses with a smile and drank them all.

At this time they had great confidence in attacking Dayong, because the Wulianghu tribe was now strong enough, stronger than ever before.

The troops that were lost before have now been recovered and are even stronger than before.

And Utuo's abilities and means also gave them more confidence.

In fact, they are not afraid of Utuo's strength, but they are afraid of Utuo's incompetence. They want a strong royal court, because a strong royal court can lead them to prosperity.

How to prosper?

That is naturally to seize Dayong’s population and wealth.

Just as the hall was bustling with activity, a close attendant walked up to Wu Tuo and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, King Liang just sent someone to deliver a message saying that Beiyuan Town is mobilizing troops and food supplies."

Instead of being surprised, Wu Tuo felt happy when he heard this.

"Haha~~ It seems that this Rong Gou Duan Qifeng can't help it anymore!"

He laughed.

"Your Majesty, do you have any good news?"

Tang Wuxi, one of the six princes, asked.

Wu Tuo smiled and said, "Good news, good news. Duan Qifeng is mobilizing troops in Beiyuan Town. He also wants to have a big fight with us! Haha~~"

He was not afraid of Beiyuan Town. After all, they had fought with Beiyuan Town for many years, and of course they had also cooperated with Beiyuan Town for many years.

The cooperation between the two parties was necessary for their own interests. The Wulianghu tribe needed Beiyuan Town to supply them with grain, tea, salt and iron, while Beiyuan Town wanted to use the Wulianghu tribe's furs and medicinal herbs to make a lot of money.

Since the western trade route of Chongshan Town was destroyed, Beiyuan Town took its place and became the largest trader of the Wulianghu tribe.

The Wulianghu tribe was in great need of supplies from Beiyuan Town, but Wutuo wanted to occupy the territory of Beiyuan Town more.

Unlike the former barren Chongshan Town, Beiyuan Town has a large amount of fertile land and horse farms, and it also has a large population.

Wu Tuo dreams of occupying Beiyuan Town.

Once he occupied Beiyuan Town, the hundreds of thousands of Hu cavalry under his command could invade Longyuan. By then, they could obtain a large amount of supplies and population and would no longer be restrained by Beiyuan Town.

Tang Wuxi was about fifty years old. He had a full beard and looked a bit rough, but he was actually a cunning person.

"Your Majesty, there is no problem for us to attack Beiyuan Town, but how should Chongshan Town respond? You should know that Chongshan Town is very powerful now, and they have deployed a large number of troops in the grasslands to the east!"

"Once we go to war with Beiyuan Town, Chongshan Town will definitely not stand idly by!"

Tang Wuxi said with some worry.

His territory was just west of the Wu La clan, and once the Wu La clan was defeated, the troops of Chong Shan Town would threaten his territory. So he was more afraid of Chong Shan Town than others.

"Haha, uncle, don't worry, I have already made arrangements. By that time, Chongshan Town will be unable to take care of itself and will not be able to attack the Ula clan!" Wutuo laughed.

"Really!" Tang Wuxi was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, uncle will know when the time comes. I promise that you won't have any worries!" Uto said confidently.

"That's good. Your Majesty is extremely wise and I believe in you!"

Tang Wuxi no longer hesitated and raised his glass to flatter.

The others also happily toasted Wu Tuo.

Wu Tuo raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, then said with a smile: "Then please make preparations, uncles and aunts. We will march south in large numbers in the spring of next year."

"Okay, haha~~"

Everyone burst into laughter, as if they had seen countless wealth and women waving to them.

……

Yang Zhengshan was not aware of the unusual movements in the north. He went to the Martial Arts Pavilion the day after he returned to Kyoto.

From September last year to now, in more than a year, he has only come to the Martial Arts Pavilion a few times. That was the few days before Yang Wanqing got married, when he stayed in the Martial Arts Pavilion for a few days.

He, Lord Wu Zheng, was somewhat incompetent and actually abandoned the Martial Arts Pavilion and went out to play for half a year.

The Martial Arts Pavilion has undergone great changes over the past year. This year, it has once again recruited 800 disciples, and the total number of disciples has exceeded 2,000.

This year, more than 300 students graduated from the Yanwu Pavilion. Almost all the students recruited in the first year have graduated. Most of them joined the border troops, a small number joined the Shangwu Temple or the Five Military Governor's Office as middle-level military officers, and some joined the three major naval divisions.

This year should be the first year for the Martial Arts Pavilion to come to the fore. Three hundred disciples from the Martial Arts Pavilion have joined the army. Although this number is not large, each of them has the fourth level of acquired cultivation. As long as they enter the army, they can at least get a position as a deputy captain.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan did not personally see these disciples off when they graduated.

After arriving at the Martial Arts Pavilion, Yang Zhengshan walked around the pavilion and added spiritual spring water to the well water in various places.

It has been nearly a year since the spiritual spring water was added, and the spiritual spring water in the well has probably been almost consumed. This will affect the training speed of the disciples in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Yang Zhengshan spent a whole morning to pretend to inspect the entire martial arts pavilion, and he also found many problems.

There are many officials in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and many of them are blinded by greed. When Yang Zhengshan is in the Martial Arts Pavilion, they dare not do anything bad, but when Yang Zhengshan is not there, these guys can't suppress the greed in their hearts.

It is too easy to embezzle some money and training resources in the Martial Arts Pavilion. Although the Martial Arts Pavilion is just an inconspicuous small government office in the court, it is actually very rich.

With just a little manipulation, you can get hundreds of taels of silver for all kinds of medicinal herbs, weapons, and even elixirs needed for cultivation.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan was in the medicine warehouse of the Martial Arts Pavilion. He looked at the medicine in the medicine box and frowned slightly. "Go and call Bao Lang to me!" Yang Zhengshan ordered his attendant.

The attendant responded and went to look for someone, but a moment later, the attendant came back alone.

"My Lord, Lord Bao was transferred from the Martial Arts Pavilion five months ago. The current Supervisor of the Martial Arts Pavilion is Lord Sun Anyang! However, Lord Sun is not in the Martial Arts Pavilion. I have asked someone to invite him!"

Yang Zhengshan frowned even deeper. Bao Lang was actually transferred away!
There are three officials in charge of the Yanwu Pavilion, namely the Siye Hong Yanfeng and Wanshu, and the Jiancheng Bao Lang. Hong Yanfeng and Wanshu are mainly responsible for teaching disciples, which is somewhat similar to the dean of education. However, without Yang Zhengshan's intervention, they are responsible for taking charge of all matters in the Yanwu Pavilion.

The Supervisor is responsible for supervising all officials and disciples of the Yanwu Pavilion.

Yang Zhengshan was still very satisfied with the three of them. In the past three years, the three of them had managed the Martial Arts Pavilion in an orderly manner, which saved Yang Zhengshan a lot of worries.

But now someone has transferred Bao Lang away?

It would have been fine if he had just been transferred, but he didn't even tell him in advance.

Well, he wasn't there, and people couldn't find him even if they wanted to tell him in advance.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at Ambassador Ku, who was trembling beside him, and ordered, "Go and find Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu. Oh, and Jiang He! Have them all come over!"

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The Warehouse Ambassador and the Storehouse Ambassador are the warehouse managers of the major government offices. Generally speaking, the Warehouse Ambassador and the Storehouse Ambassador of the Provincial Administration Commissioner's Office are of the ninth rank, while the Warehouse Ambassadors of the prefectures and counties have no rank.

The warehouse ambassador of the Yanwu Pavilion is also of the ninth rank, and there are three warehouse ambassadors and three deputy ambassadors in the Yanwu Pavilion, who are responsible for the three warehouses of grain, medicinal materials, and weapons respectively.

They are not only responsible for warehouse management, but also for the entry and exit of materials in the warehouse, and even for procurement.

The two followers left in a hurry again. Yang Zhengshan turned and went to the weapons warehouse next door. He picked up a long sword from the weapons rack at random, pinched the sword with his fingers and applied a little force, and the long sword broke with a snap.

"Haha, very good, really very good!"

Yang Zhengshan was so angry that he laughed.

With his strength, most long swords would be broken by him, but the crisp breaking sound showed that the quality of these long swords was very poor.

Then he went to the granary next to him, opened a few bags of grain and took out a few grains of rice to taste them.

Well, the rice is all new and not moldy, so it’s pretty good.

But he came to the cowshed and sheepfold of the Martial Arts Pavilion again, and looking at the few cows and sheep inside, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

Rice is not valuable, so people who want to make money in the Martial Arts Pavilion will naturally not start with rice.

But it is different for cattle and sheep. A cow is worth twenty or thirty taels, which is enough to buy ten shi of rice.

Can a martial artist practice martial arts without eating meat?

Don't joke, warriors are all big eaters and they all love meat.

If you can’t even eat meat, what’s the point of practicing?

Therefore, there are special cow sheds, sheep pens and chicken coops in the Yanwu Pavilion, and cattle, sheep, chickens and eggs are purchased regularly.

Last year, there were more than 20 cows and hundreds of sheep in the cowshed here, but now only one in ten is left.

Soon, Hong Yanfeng, Wan Shu and Jiang He hurried over.

"Greetings, Lord Marquis!" the three of them bowed.

Yang Zhengshan looked at them and asked, "The Ministry of Revenue didn't allocate money to the Martial Arts Pavilion this year?"

Hong Yanfeng's forehead was sweating, and he said, "Yes, it has been allocated, and an additional 100,000 taels have been added this year."

"Then where did you spend the money?" Yang Zhengshan asked coldly.

The money of the Martial Arts Pavilion is allocated regularly by the Ministry of Revenue. According to the number of disciples in the Martial Arts Pavilion, the standard is about two hundred taels per disciple per year.

This was the request that Yang Zhengshan put forward to Emperor Yanping when he established the Yanwu Pavilion.

Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu were both extremely nervous. Yang Zhengshan looked at Jiang He and asked, "Why, you don't know either?"

Jiang He lowered his head and said, "My Lord, this was all done by Sun Anyang!"

Jiang He was also very depressed. He was just the chief clerk of the Martial Arts Pavilion. When Yang Zhengshan was around, he played the role of Yang Zhengshan's assistant and was involved in all matters, big or small.

But since Yang Zhengshan was not around, he could only do his own job and had no say in other matters.

This is not because Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu excluded him, but it should be so.

"Sun Anyang! Who are you?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"The eldest grandson of the second branch of the Suining Marquis's Mansion!" Jiang He replied.

Yang Zhengshan immediately understood what was going on.

It was normal for the sons of nobles to find a job. The official positions in the Yanwu Pavilion could be said to be both civil and military positions, so it was no problem for the sons of nobles to enter the Yanwu Pavilion as an official. All they had to do was get through the Ministry of Personnel.

The Suining Marquis' Mansion usually does not show off in Kyoto on weekdays, but don't forget that the Suining Marquis is a congenital warrior. With the reputation of the Suining Marquis' Mansion, they arrange an official position for their own children, so the Ministry of Personnel must cooperate well.

However, since he came to the Martial Arts Pavilion to make money, Yang Zhengshan really wanted to knock open this guy's head to see if there was water in it.

Others are afraid of Marquis Suining, but Yang Zhengshan is not!
"Did you two participate?" Yang Zhengshan looked at Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu again.

The two of them quickly shook their heads, "No, absolutely not!"

Wan Shu also said: "My Lord, we have also tried to persuade Mr. Sun Er, but he won't listen and there is nothing we can do."

Yang Zhengshan glared at the two of them fiercely, "What are you afraid of? How can I allow him to do whatever he wants in my territory!"

"Uh, Lord Marquis, aren't you in Kyoto?" Hong Yanfeng said aggrievedly.

Yang Zhengshan was speechless for a while.

He really couldn't refute this reason.

Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu have no background and no status, so they really dare not provoke the Suining Marquis Mansion.

So Yang Zhengshan can only blame himself for all this!
Who told him to run away and have fun without caring about the Martial Arts Pavilion?

Yang Zhengshan waved his hand and said, "Go check the accounts, check every penny clearly, and I will go to the Suning Marquis' Mansion to collect the debt myself later!"

"Damn, the Suning Marquis's Mansion is so poor!"

Hong Yanfeng and Wan Shu felt as if they had been pardoned when they heard this, and they hurried to check the accounts.

About half an hour later, a young man in his twenties came running hurriedly.

Sun Anyang came to the door of the warehouse sweating profusely. When he saw Yang Zhengshan standing in front of the door, his heart skipped a beat.

"Your subordinate Sun Anyang pays respects to Lord Yang!"

(End of this chapter)