This matter of disarmament was brought up by a few old men with pens. They said that there is no war now and raising so many soldiers is a complete waste of food from the national treasury. Moreover, last year's drought caused no grain harvest in several states and counties.
The treasury was empty. Therefore, after the emperor thought for a long time, he asked the Ministry of War to come up with a disarmament plan. However, due to the opposition of the generals, although the plan was proposed, it was not finalized.
Song Hengdao: "The soldiers in the army don't want to be the ones who hang their heads on their belts. However, if they are laid off now, and when there is a war, they recruit soldiers again, and they have to be trained from scratch, and the new recruits are not trained enough.
, the combat effectiveness will also be very low.”
Wang Cangping nodded in agreement and said, "So! There is no real rule in this army."
He doesn't want to dismantle the army. After all, he is not like Song Heng and the young prince. They each have 200,000 troops. He only has 80,000. If they are further reduced, he, the great general of Yixi, will
What does it mean to be in front of others?
"Isn't there a perfect solution?" Xuanyuan Liuyun raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling a little irritable.
The group of people separated after leaving the palace gate. Song Heng got on the horse led by Qiao Mu, and then went directly to the breakfast store at the city gate. He planned to go to the breakfast store, have something to eat, and then go to the camp.
When they arrived at the breakfast shop, Song Heng and Qiao Mu got off their horses. The waiter hurriedly greeted them, took the reins from their hands, and tied the horses to the pillar outside.
Song Heng and Qiao Mu walked directly into the shop and sat down in the corner where they usually sat.
"Gentlemen, are you still the same?" The waiter served tea and wiped the table with a rag.
Qiao Mu smiled and said, "It's still the same."
"Okay!" The waiter put the rag on his shoulder and went to the back kitchen to bring the buns and porridge.
After a while, the waiter brought six steamed buns and two bowls of porridge.
"General" Qiao Mu pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick bucket and handed them to Song Heng.
Song Heng took the chopsticks, picked up the buns and ate them. He liked the buns here the most. They were thin in skin and filled with big fillings, and tasted good. He could eat four of the six buns by himself.
Two young men who looked like scholars entered the breakfast shop, sat down at an empty table, ordered something, and started chatting.
"Brother Chen, have you listened to the poem and lyrics that Mrs. Song composed yesterday when she was competing with Kong Ruyan in the Star-Zhailing Tower?"
Song Heng's ears twitched. Yesterday Wan'er and Kong Jieyian competed in the Star-Zhaing Tower? Why didn't he know? Why didn't Zhang San report it to him?
The instructions Zhang San received from him were to protect the safety of the eldest lady and to report to him if anything unusual happened to the eldest lady. Zhang San felt that there was nothing unusual yesterday, so he did not report it to him.
"Of course I listened to it. It was the best word and the best poem I have ever heard in my life. For ten years, I was confused between life and death. I didn't think about it and couldn't forget it... What a beautiful and sad word!
"Nowadays, this poem and the poem written by Mrs. Song are being circulated in the imperial city!
"There is also a toast to relieve sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful, and the knife will cut off the water, and the water will flow again. It is really an eternal quatrain!"
"Yeah yeah!"
"Hey!" The scholar named Chen suddenly sighed.
"Why did Brother Chen sigh?" another scholar asked.
The scholar named Chen raised his head and looked up at the roof at a 45-degree angle. He shook his head gently and said, "I was just thinking that a talented woman like Mrs. Song is as wise and powerful as General Song."
How could a man raise such a naughty bastard son?"
Naughty? Bastard son? Song Heng frowned. Zi Ling was young and had been a bit naughty and bastard in the past few days. How come this outsider knew about it?