Chapter 1501 What do you mean, do you think I am afraid that the whole dynasty will not succeed in civil and military affairs? (Please subscribe and vote)
Li Shimin stayed in the Yinjun camp for almost half an hour before leaving with satisfaction.
Today, he really saw the importance of that training code, and at the same time, he also greatly praised Fang Jun's rigorous style of training and running the army.
In short, the harvest was very rich, and Cheng Sanlang, who was originally an eyesore, began to look more handsome.
After leaving the military camp, Cheng Chubi originally wanted to run away with Li Ke, but Zhao Kun called him back and asked him to follow His Majesty back to the palace.
Returning to Chang'an, he went straight into the palace and into the Ganlu Hall. Li Shimin looked at Cheng Sanlang who was sitting in front of him, who was very well-behaved and not squinting.
"Cheng Sanlang..."
"My nephew is here, what are your uncle's orders?"
"Well... Well, Guanzhong has been plagued by disasters this year, and there are even many places where there is no harvest."
"As a last resort, I can only lead hundreds of civil and military officials to patrol eastward with the generals and go to Luoyang for food."
"You must already know about this."
Li Shimin saw Cheng Sanlang in front of him nodding his head, stroking his long beard with satisfaction, taking a sip of tea and continued.
"I know that you are very clever, full of clever ideas, and good at all kinds of strange methods..."
"???" Cheng Chubi looked at Li Shimin in front of him in confusion. What do you mean by all kinds of weird methods? I am a serious person.
It's a pity that after seeing Li Shimin's gaze, Cheng Chubi quickly lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Forget it, for the sake of your daughter, I won't be as knowledgeable as you."
Seeing Cheng Sanlang's honest and respectful look, Li Shimin glanced at him.
Zhao Kun coughed in understanding and waved his hands, and all the people in the Ganlu Palace, including himself, retreated to the entrance of the palace.
Li Shimin then continued, "My dear nephew, do you have any ideas to solve the problem of lack of food in Guanzhong?"
Looking at Li Shimin in front of him, his expression was very serious and his tone was very solemn.
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache. Miss Wu had already conveyed news to him before.
But he didn't even have a clue, and he didn't expect that Li Shimin would raise this issue so eagerly.
"What, do we need to think about it, or is there no other way?" Li Shimin looked at Cheng Sanlang's troubled expression and asked suspiciously.
Cheng Chubi thought for a while, let it go. The spring breeze is blowing and the war drums are beating. It's just an idea. It's not like I'm afraid of doing anything.
"Actually, it's not that there is no way. It's just that, Your Majesty, are you sure you want your nephew to give you this idea?"
After hearing Cheng Sanlang's words, Li Shimin couldn't help but look at the boy with a bit of toothache. He always felt that there was something in Cheng Sanlang's words.
"Why, do you think I won't agree with the idea you gave me?"
"Actually, the solution given by my nephew has two options."
"Two options?" Li Shimin raised two fingers and looked at Cheng Sanlang in disbelief.
Ever since I went to Dongdu to get food, I have been thinking about how to solve the problem of food shortage in Guanzhong.
But after thinking about it over and over again, I never came up with a good idea, and the man in front of me, Cheng Sanlang, actually told him that he had two options.
"Come on, come on, tell me, why are there two choices?"
"The first option is to move the capital." Cheng Chubi raised his finger without hesitation.
Li Shimin looked at Cheng Chubi with burning eyes and a gloomy expression.
"...Moving the capital is a major event that will destabilize the country. How can a country move its capital so easily?"
Facing Li Shimin's gaze, Cheng Chubi did not back down and argued hard.
"But if the capital is not moved, disasters occur frequently in Guanzhong, and the population grows, the food gap will only get bigger and bigger.
If things continue like this, my nephew is worried that our emperor of the Tang Dynasty will become a food-seeking emperor."
"Shut up!" Upon hearing the title "Emperor Zhuliang", Li Shimin's face darkened, he slapped the table with his big palm, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
Cheng Chubi closed his mouth angrily, but looked openly at the first grain-seeking emperor in the history of the Tang Dynasty.
It seems that Li Yuan, who did not talk about martial arts, traveled east to eat because of the shortage of food in Guanzhong. There is no such dark history, but if you do, if you do, you will be the emperor who pursues food.
Of course, Cheng Chubi wouldn't dare to say such words even to death, but that doesn't mean he won't complain crazily in his heart.
Li Shimin was very upset. He didn't understand what this kid said, just because he understood it.
Therefore, Li Shimin tried to repair the Qianyuan Hall several times, but was blocked by his ministers.
In fact, both Li Shimin and the ministers understood the secret plan of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Don’t forget, the Tang Dynasty was founded and its capital was Guanzhong, precisely because of the great efforts of many aristocratic families in Guanlong.
If the Tang Dynasty moved its capital to Luoyang, then many aristocratic families in Guanlong would definitely be unhappy in their hearts.
Although after the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, both Li Yuan and Li Shimin were balancing and weakening the power of these aristocratic families.
But the problem is that they are still very powerful, especially Guanzhong is an important source of troops for the Tang Dynasty.
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"Forget it, tell me your reasons."
Li Shimin, the Emperor of Chasing Grain, looked at Cheng Sanlang with a very stubborn expression and sighed softly.
"Actually, my nephew thinks that the Tang Dynasty should move its capital to the Central Plains, both politically and economically."
"The territory of Guanzhong is narrow, and the grain produced cannot supply a large population. Grain and grass must be transported from the central plains to make up for it."
"When my nephew was in Luzhou, he heard that his uncle had to lead hundreds of officials to patrol eastward due to lack of food in Guanzhong, so he already paid attention to this matter."
"Only then did I realize that just transporting grain from Hanjiacang, Luoyang, to Chang'an would cost 500 Wen per stone.
During the Takeru period, the annual transportation of grain amounted to 200,000 dan, which required 100,000 gu in freight; now this figure must be..."
Li Shimin interrupted Cheng Sanlang expressionlessly.
"The current figure is 1.5 million shi of grain, which requires 750,000 guan."
"It has been less than thirty years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and the freight has already been so high?"
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. How many years had passed since the founding of the Tang Dynasty?
The freight cost alone has increased six to seven times. If this happens for another thirty to fifty years, tsk tsk...
Seeing Cheng Chubi's exaggerated expression, Li Shimin snorted and couldn't help but feel a little palpitated in his heart, and his face became increasingly ugly.
Seeing that this kid was still trying to complain, Li Shimin couldn't help but wipe his face, waved his hands and said in frustration.
"...It's not that I don't want to move the capital, but I've just started testing it, and those ministers are already strongly opposed."
"I see..." Cheng Chubi had a look of surprise on his face, which made Li Shimin very unhappy.
Chapter completed!