"The Republic of Venice wants to be under the Song Dynasty?" Yang calmly asked the Venetian messenger in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, sir. We look forward to being protected by the Song Dynasty." The Venetian messenger said in Italian. If possible, he also wanted to use Chinese. However, Venice did not have talents in this area.

"Why do you think we will turn against Si Rome for the benefit you provide?"

"If you are hiding from the Song Dynasty, you will not be massacred by Mongolia."

Yang Congrong never expected that Venetian profiteers were so frank and sincere at this time, and almost laughed out loud. As a diplomat, Yang Congrong didn't hate such straightforwardness at all. The Mongols' desire to kill Venice should be very real.

After thinking for a moment, Yang asked calmly: "If we help you talk to the Mongols, Venice will become a province in Western Rome, and Western Rome will not massacre Venice. What do you think this is?"

"Mongolia will make us pay a lot of money now, and Mongolia will continue to collect taxes on Venice in the future. This should not be the fate of Venice."

The reason for Venice moved Yang Congrong. He calmed down his emotions before continuing: "...Why don't you talk about these with Mongolia?"

"We fight against Mongolia, and after we are defeated, we will be massacred. As far as we know, the Duchy of Milan and Florence and Mongolia are fighting for the purpose of allowing Mongolia to see their will to resist and facilitate a situation that is more favorable to them. After they are defeated, the Mongols slaughtered the two places. The Song Dynasty would not be so barbaric."

Yang Congrong did not answer immediately, he asked the Venetian envoy to go down first. After the Venetian profiteer left, Yang Congrong asked his colleagues who attended the meeting, "Do you understand what's going on?"

The few of them were also a little confused, and they couldn't get the point when they talked for a few words, and they couldn't figure out what the Venetians really wanted. While they were confused, the young clerk next to them couldn't help but say, "I want to say something, okay?"

"Let me tell me." Yang Cong-chan smiled calmly.

"Those Venetians think money is more important than life."

"What nonsense?" The deputy director who felt the limelight was robbed could not help but say. Other cadres also thought this view was very strange. Compared with life, money is really nothing.

Yang Congrong lit a cigarette, and after a while, he slapped the table and said, "That's right, that's it."

"Director Yang, what do you mean?" the deputy director asked in surprise.

Yang replied calmly: "The Mongols might let Venice go, but they won't let Venice go. Venice must tax Mongolia. The upper classes of the Venetian Republic want to keep their money. They feel that they can die if they have no money."

After hearing Yang Congrong's description of the Venetian mentality, no one spoke. People in the Song Dynasty might be able to understand what Yang Congrong said, but they could not understand the Venetian mentality. Mongolia seemed to massacre everyone, and the Song Dynasty was used to the Mongolian style. Therefore, after the Song Dynasty gained the advantage, it killed the Mongolians without hesitation, and beheaded 100,000 in the north for many years. Unlike before, after the rise of the Zhao official family, no one in the Song Dynasty dared to mention the word "surrender".

The Song Dynasty did not surrender because it knew that surrender was useless and had to fight to the end. The Venetians refused to surrender because they felt that surrender was not important, but they could not lose money.

While silent, the clerk couldn't help but speak again, "We might as well ask the Venetians, we charge 50% of their taxes to see if they agree."

"Ha!" Yang Congrong finally laughed out loud.

Two hours later, watching the Venetian messengers leaving angrily, Yang Congrong leaned on the chair with satisfaction. Since the Venetians felt that money was the first priority, let them die with their own money. Not to mention that Yang Congrong had no intention of breaking the four-party agreement and eating Venice from the beginning. Even if he had, he understood the Venetian nature, Yang Congrong had no such impulse.

"Record, we send a telegram to Hangzhou." Yang Congqing said.

On the 6th day of May 333, Zhao Jiaren saw the telegram and asked the Foreign Minister, "What do the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have?"

"Officials, how should we calculate the territory in the Mediterranean?" asked Foreign Minister Lu Bofeng.

"I don't like people on those islands very much." Zhao Jiaren smiled. After saying that, Zhao Jiaren was worried that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs ordered the slaughter of local people to the Eastern European guys, so he said, "Such land can probably be considered a province."

"Every big island can be considered a county." Lu Bofeng replied decisively. He had discussed with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a long time, and some people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were obsessed with it and thought that a big island could be considered a county. This statement that could obviously cause controversy was decisively suppressed by Lu Bofeng.

"Tell Yang Congrong that he would consider establishing a province only after he completed the plan." Zhao Jiaren gave Lu Bofeng an answer. Seeing that there was Feng left at Lu Bofeng's feet, Zhao Jiaren felt that Lu Bofeng should be happy. Chen Tang was 'that that time, even if he was far away from the strong Han Dynasty, he would be punished, but after killing the Shanyu, Lu Bofeng and the others did make great contributions. Thinking of Chen Tang, Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but sigh.

Putting down Chen Tang's association, Zhao Jiaren picked up the report from the north. The Song army's progress in the north was far beyond imagination. On the long front from the northeast to the northwest, 200,000 Song army harvested hundreds of thousands of barbarians every year. Judging from the average alone, this proportion is a bit low. In this era when there is no possibility of killing good people and taking credit, maybe we should urge it a little.

But no matter how much he thought about it, Zhao Jiaren did not force the army to hand over his head in the end. No matter what the specific reason was, he just couldn't issue such an order.

After reading the military issues, Zhao Jiaren picked up the new report of the Qinhuai River Water Conservancy Project. The project took nine years to complete, which made Zhao Jiaren lose his excitement. However, it was supposed to be used for so long, so there was no need to make any comments on it. The report was placed on the table, but Zhao Jiaren did not go to look through it, but tapped the cover with his fingers.

In the past two years, the immigrant wave that Zhao Jiaren dreamed of finally appeared in the Song Dynasty. Thirty years ago, Zhao Jiaren once led the people of Fujian with a large population and a small land and was very poor to his newly opened land. At that time, Zhao Jiaren thought immigration was very easy. In addition to the Fujian immigrant group, Zhao Jiaren has always been looking forward to the immigrant wave northward in the Song Dynasty for the past thirty years. It was not until the Song Dynasty began to declare war on the old system and achieved phased victory that the immigration wave finally appeared.

Two years ago and last year, a total of 3 million people returned to their "hometown of the Central Plains" or "hometown of Hebei". After three million new people came, the agricultural and animal husbandry production of the Huanghuai Plain and the Hebei Plain increased significantly. Even the saline-alkali land that did not grow in grass on the Huanghuai Plain and the Hebei Plain was planted with manpower. The early poplar trees also had manpower to collect poplar alkaloids. After saving thousands of miles from the northwest to the Central Plains, the price of poplar alkaloids was much lower.

Sighing, Zhao Jiaren put the report back in his position without reading the report. He decided to wait for his son Zhao Qian to come back from Jiangning before talking.

Zhao Qian had arrived in Jiangning at this time. After more than two years of leaving Jiangning, Zhao Qian also changed a little. First of all, he is no longer a single dog without worries. His wife is pregnant with her third child. Zhao Qian now feels that he can finally understand what his wife is doing well. Living a family life is a very serious matter. It is not easy to manage those little things and let them grow up healthily and normally. In this matter, Zhao Qian gave his wife full marks.

The last time he arrived in Jiangning, Zhao Qian got off the boat at the pier by the Yangtze River. This time the passenger ship he was riding was upstream and soon arrived under a 200-meter-long river dam. The 200-meter-long river dam looked extremely imposing. At this time, in the rainy season, the river water overflowed the river dam, watering two or three meters like a waterfall, and even made a roaring sound, very imposing.

The cruise ship heads straight to the lock next to the river dam. The lock is a huge rectangular pool with steel locks at both ends of the front and back. The ship sails from the downstream direction and stops. The huge steel lock originally lifted from the rear slowly descends to seal the exit. The water inlet in front is opened, and a large amount of river water pours into the closed lock, allowing the water level to rise to the same height as the upstream water level. After eliminating the water pressure brought by different heights of the river, the upstream steel gate slowly rises under the traction of the steel cable.

Everyone on the ship was watching this seemingly huge and very exquisite operation. Even Zhao Qian, one of the builders of that year, looked at it intently. Although the principle of use is very simple, the lock that can allow more than a thousand tons of ships to pass through is indeed very shocking.

After passing this lock, the water level of the ship was suddenly increased by three meters. Then the ship continued to go upstream and docked at the dock in Jiangning City. After getting off the dock and walked out of the platform, there was a wide road. Immediately, someone came to solicit customers by rickshaws, and Zhao Qian and the others immediately saw the sign to greet them. Everyone got on the carriage and drove in Jiangning City.

Compared with three years ago, the city has become more prosperous. In addition to shipping more conveniently, the railways in the city are also the same. Zhao Qian and his team saw the rail vehicles coming along the railway at an intersection, and then Zhao Qian was stunned. He couldn't help but ask the people who came to receive the reception in shock, "Is that just a horse?"

"Is it very big?" the receptionist replied with a smile.

Generally speaking, huge animals are very easy to attract attention. Horse-holding is undoubtedly the most eye-catching type. In terms of classification, horses are divided into hot-blooded horses and cold-blooded horses, and the so-called warm-blooded horses. Cold-blooded horses are quiet and steady, with a large body and weak athletic ability. They are generally used for work and rarely used to ride. Horse-holding is one of the so-called cold-blooded horses.

Zhao Qian and the others simply got off the carriage and looked at the horses close up. The first person who saw this animal had to sigh.

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