There are always sick girls with ill intentions towards me

"What do you think about this matter? Do you think it's important what I think about it?"

He bowed to the sky.

"You should ask the emperor what he thinks about this matter."

Hearing him say this, Jia Wenhe understood that there was probably no turning back on this matter.

"Can--"

Without waiting for Jia Wenhe to speak, Yan Donglou raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Do you know that in just a few months, the gauze and brocade that we smuggled from South Vietnam to Chu were sold out?"

Jia Wenhe nodded.

"I know."

Yan Donglou continued to ask.

"You know, these two kinds of cloth have become in short supply in Da Chu, and the price has tripled compared to before."

"I know." Jia Xu fiddled with the chess pieces on the chessboard. "I also know that once the two countries succeed in trading with each other, people from Da Chu will buy Vietnamese brocade and gauze from the Manufacturing Bureau."

The money of the rich in Chu was plundered and transferred to the treasury of Nanyue and even to the hands of the people of Nanyue.

What a good trick, robbing the rich to help the poor.

Li Lingge gave Nanyue a benefit that he couldn't refuse, but this was also what made him feel scared.

The impact of this move is so far-reaching that it makes people think deeply about it.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and Yan Donglou looked at the dripping eaves.

"The Chu people's purchase of large quantities of gauze and leno will not only enrich the national treasury, but also promote the mulberry planting, silkworm breeding and textile industry in Nanyue. Isn't this exactly what you want to see?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 116 Your Majesty’s wise opinion!

Cough, cough, cough——

Perhaps it was because the heavy rain brought cold air that Jia Wenhe couldn't help but cough even more violently, and it took a long time for the cough to subside.

"The prices of gauze and Vietnamese brocade are rising rapidly. In a year or two, the people will gain enough benefits from them. A rich people means a rich country, and a rich country means a strong army."

"Yup!"

Yan Donglou slapped the chessboard and finally explained it clearly.

The emperor also meant this, so he asked him to find this sick guy and promote peace talks.

On the surface, Bingyangzi was just a small Minister of the Ministry of Rites in Nanyue.

In fact, Bingyangzi controlled all the secret agents of Nanyue, including Su Wanwan, the most famous prostitute in the capital of Chu State.

I heard that Su Wanwan played an indispensable role in the popularity of the big-sleeved shirt.

Therefore, he thought of letting Bingyangzi send Su Wanwan to promote the big-sleeved shirt throughout the Chu State. In this way, the money of Chu State would flow into Nanyue like water.

Jia Wenhe shook his head and asked back.

"People will find that farming is not the best choice. They will flock to the industries of mulberry planting, silkworm breeding and yarn weaving. In one or even two years, what will the scene be like in South Vietnam?"

Yan Donglou didn't care.

"I just said it, by then, South Vietnam will be rich and strong."

"Wrong!" Jia Wenhe took a deep breath and suppressed his cough. "By then, the people will no longer grow a grain of food for themselves. Looking around, there are only mulberry trees in South Vietnam."

Yan Donglou was almost losing his patience.

"You don't have to worry about that. We trade with the State of Chu and can buy grain from them."

Even if they buy food, people's income is still much higher than that from farming.

So in his opinion, this matter would be of great benefit to South Vietnam with no harm at all.

"I am afraid that Li Lingge will cut off the food supply to Nanyue." Jia Wenhe sighed, "The Chu people will not die if they don't wear gauze, but the people of Nanyue will die if they can't buy food."

By then, the price of food will skyrocket, just like the price of cloth is skyrocketing now.

South Vietnam would suffer from food shortages and thus be controlled by others.

In this case, do they still have the strength to compete with the State of Chu?

It is too dangerous to be controlled by other countries for food.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Yan Donglou waved his sleeves, "Even if Chu runs out of food, we still have Xizhou to the west. We can still buy food from them. What's the point of Chu running out of food?"

"Sir, it's entirely possible." Jia Wenhe cupped his hands and continued, "If I were the emperor of Great Chu, I would definitely join forces with Western Zhou to cut off the food supply to Nanyue in two or three years."

Yan Donglou patted Jia Wenhe on the back.

"What you just said are all your speculations, and they are things that have never happened. Do you think that the emperor will give up the huge benefits in front of him just because of your speculations?"

"If the future is really as I expected, the people of the world will--"

Jia Wenhe wanted to dissuade him, but Yan Donglou simply overturned the chessboard.

"The two capitals and thirteen provinces of South Vietnam are on my shoulders. It is not your turn to speak of the people of the world."

Ding ding dong dong.

The chess pieces rolled to the ground, and Yan Donglou flicked his sleeves and stood up.

"Your Majesty has ordered that this peace talk must succeed and not fail."

His tone was no longer negotiating, but commanding.

"By the way, let Su Wanwan do her best to promote the big-sleeved shirt in Chu."

When Yan Donglou walked to the door, perhaps feeling that he had gone too far, he paused and said one more sentence.

"The national treasury has such a huge deficit, and the burden is on me. If I can make up for the deficit, I can continue to work for a few more years. If I can't make up for the deficit, the emperor will kick me out."

He knew what Jia Wenhe said.

But knowing that it might be a trap, he had no choice but to join in.

Looking at Yan Donglou's receding back, Jia Wenhe fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he seemed to have made some kind of decision in his heart.

"I can't let everyone in the world die just for you."

……

royal palace.

Jia Wenhe knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"I think we should not negotiate trade with the State of Chu."

After Wenren Houcong took a pill, he looked down at him.

"Why?"

Jia Wenhe raised the memorial above his head with both hands.

"Your Majesty, the Chu State's move is clearly intended to cut off our Nanyue's food supplies. Then our Nanyue will definitely be controlled by others. We must be on guard."

Wenren Houcong put a wreath on his head and spoke slowly.

"If you were Jiang Yunshu, how would you plan to cut off my food supply?"

Jia Wenhe, who was kneeling on the ground, said immediately.

"I will ban the sale of grain to South Vietnam after the people of South Vietnam convert their fields to mulberry trees."

"Yes." Wenren Houcong nodded. "What about the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

Jia Wenhe spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"Your Majesty, the State of Chu will not let Nanyue take advantage of this for nothing."

There is no free lunch in the world. He always felt that since the State of Chu dared to do this, it must have something to rely on, but he couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

Precisely because the most fundamental reason cannot be found, everything he said is just speculation.

Wenren Houcong took a quick look at the memorial submitted by Jia Wenhe.

"You are still too narrow-minded. Since they can negotiate with us, I can also form an alliance with the Western Zhou Dynasty. The Chu State will not be able to make any waves no matter what."

Hearing this, Jia Wenhe said loudly.

"Your Majesty's plan is far beyond my reach."

Wenren Houcong was also feeling a little elated. He helped Jia Wenhe up and spoke slowly.

"Do you think I can't see Jiang Yunshu's intention? He is on the first floor, and I am on the second floor. No matter how much he tries, he is just giving me money for nothing."

Jia Wenhe shook his head secretly and murmured, "How foolish."

"Wenhe, what are you talking about?"

"Your Majesty, your opinion is great!"

……

At night, Jia Wenhe looked up at the starry sky and sighed.

"South Vietnam, it's over..."

At this time, Li Lingge, who was far away in Da Chu, was also looking up at the same night sky.

'I just want South Vietnam to change hands.'

Jia Wenhe: Why?

Li Lingge: I can completely cut off the food supply of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Jia Wenhe: What on earth can you do?

Li Lingge: The right time.

……

As night falls, everything is quiet, with only the breeze blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Li Lingge stood by the window looking at the starry sky outside. After taking a detour for twenty years, he really wanted to beat the system up.

"Who are you angry with, Big Brother?"

Li Lingge turned his head slightly, and a handsome man appeared beside him.

His handsome face, which was difficult to tell whether he was male or female, was no less attractive even when standing next to him.

The two stood together, shoulders level, separated by a window.

Seeing the person coming, Li Lingge couldn't help but take a closer look at him, his sixth junior brother - Jiang Li.

The extra glance he took was mainly focused on the other person's chest.

If the other person was a man, he would be just as handsome as him, but unfortunately... she was a woman.

I don't know if this Princess Taiping is too tight or if she really has no breasts.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 117 Do you want a hat?

"The Emperor summoned you back to the capital?"

Li Lingge was a little curious. Jiang Li shouldn't be in the capital at this time.

Jiang Li shook his head gently and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"I returned to Beijing secretly."

Hearing this, Li Lingge turned around again.

Jiang Li joined the Southern Border Army three years ago and was the person arranged by the Emperor to succeed their Li family.

His father had obviously reached some kind of agreement with the emperor. Over the past three years, he had been helping Jiang Li build up his prestige in the army and gradually taking control of the southern army.