"From these hundreds of thousands of stones, cut off two hundred thousand stones."
Zhu Yixi looked out the window, the branches and leaves were wet and withered, the chirping of insects gradually began, and then she said in a deep voice.
"Are you going to fight again?"
Zhao Shu's smile immediately froze, and he felt suspicious of life.
The war in Sichuan has just ended, where else are we going to fight?
"My Highness, during the Sichuan campaign, the Chief of Staff directly handed me a hundred kilograms of accounts. These days and nights, the abacus has been ruined."
"Do you know how much land will be produced? Eight thousand hectares, eight thousand hectares!!"
Zhao Shu gritted his teeth and said: "If it were replaced by a military camp, it would cost millions of shi of food a year."
"Fifty or sixty thousand people, eight thousand hectares are actually not much."
Seeing how nervous he was, Zhu Yixi was amused: "Huguang is such a huge land with so few people and so land is the least valuable."
"If you do the math, if it were distributed in silver, it would be one million taels."
"You are even more reluctant to part with it."
Hearing this, Zhao Shu moved closer to the window, as if he was breathing fresh air and cleaning his brain.
After letting out a long sigh, he said: "Your Highness, you treat your soldiers too harshly."
"What should we do if things continue like this?"
"Think of something good."
Zhu Yixi felt that Zhao Shu's idea was not advisable. From a business perspective, he was making money.
Smiling, he mentioned the tea shop and salt shop:
"These two items can earn millions of taels every year. The land tax of Sichuan Province will also belong to us. Don't worry about raising troops."
Zhao Shu then breathed a sigh of relief: "Since His Highness has already made a plan, I can rest assured."
Only then did he remember and hurriedly asked: "Who will your Highness attack?"
"Zuo Liangyu——"
Zhu Yixi smiled and whispered three words.
Zhao Shu was surprised.
To be honest, Zhu Yixi was really not interested in sores like Zuo Liangyu.
But who could let the Nanjing court be so ignorant that they think they have status and want to hold themselves hostage? Isn't this just a daydream?
Therefore, knocking on the mountain to shock the tiger is the best way.
In addition, for Zuo Liangyu's makeshift navy, it can be regarded as hunting down rabbits!
After working for a long time, Zhu Yixi finally finished settling the accumulated government affairs and returned them to his family.
However, the atmosphere in Hanyang Prince's Mansion is quite solemn.
Sun Xue Niang sat in the chair, her fair cheeks were serious, she was wearing a light green dress, lightly put on makeup, and maintained a light smile.
The damselfly was wearing a milky white dress, with a bulging little face like a balloon. Hou stood aside, with her small breasts protruding and her hands on her hips, looking rather arrogant.
Like a milky white tiger cub, grinning with its fangs, ready to go.
"What?" Zhu Yixi asked strangely when he came back and saw this situation.
"Your Highness went to Sichuan and brought back a girl. Who knew she was the concubine of the King of Shu?"
Xue Niang sat upright, looking at the tired husband with her beautiful eyes. She wanted to serve her, but she still had a hard heart, straightened her pretty face, and said:
"Now, it has been spread throughout Xiangyang City that you have taken the King of Shu as a concubine. How unbecoming and shameless is this!"
"Not counting concubines."
Hearing this, Zhu Yixi realized that she was wrong, jumped to her feet, and immediately explained: "I haven't passed the door yet, I just accepted the gift money, and it's all a lie."
"Besides, although I am lustful, I am also a serious person. I haven't met anyone along the way, and I am still perfect so far."
"What a nonsense. How dare I insult the king of Shu's wife and concubines so easily?"
Hearing this, Xue Niang breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, our Wang family's dignity must not be lost!"
"Of course I know."
Zhu Yixi breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In the future, madam, please don't listen to any false information that is spread among the people, especially if it is oral information passed down by some idle person."
As he spoke, he glanced at someone with his hands on his hips.
Tender, small, thin.
Milky white pure lolita.
When Sun Damiang heard this, she was startled. She quickly lowered her head and buried her head in her chest, which was hard to hold with one hand, pretending not to hear.
The couple talked about some interesting things.
After King Hanyang left, the damselfly opened her eyes wide and said dissatisfied: "Sister, am I just waiting for you?"
"How can you be a bastard?" Xue Niang smiled softly, held his little hand, and said:
"The damselflies have grown up, and it's time to talk about marriage. Do you have a husband you like?"
"No, I won't marry!" Upon hearing this, the damselfly shook her little head.
At this moment, she suddenly thought of the huge body between her legs at the wedding banquet, and she couldn't help but blush.
The little short legs jumped up and ran away like a rabbit.
"Sister, I still have something to do!"
Xue Niang was stunned for a moment, then she realized what she was doing, and she couldn't help but laugh: "When will the damselfly grow up!"
…
A courtyard in Xiangyang City.
The flowers and plants are neat and tidy, and from time to time there is a maid changing the flower pots, with graceful posture.
Zuo Mengeng looked at the window and leaned against it. On his left were various Confucian classics, and on his right was the food that had just been served. The aroma was overflowing.
But he wasn't interested at all.
I was trapped in this courtyard for three or four months, even though my books were turned to pieces, I still couldn't get out.
"So annoying!"
Zuo Mengeng touched his thigh. After many days of rest, it was already full of fat. How could he ride a horse?
"Damn, damn—"
Thinking about the miserable months, with little food and wine, no women, and even more delusional thoughts about riding a horse and hunting.
"Zuo Mengeng——"
"Grandpa is here!!"
Zuo Mengeng said irritably without raising his head.
The guard was stunned, and then kicked him: "You don't know what's good and what's wrong."
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Zuo Mengeng was stunned by the kick. He apologized hurriedly and smiled softly: "General, what do you want to call me for?"
"I have good news for you. You can go home in a few days."
The guard waved his hand, and then someone walked out: "You can tell yourselves!"
The person who came was wearing a broad robe, had a round face, squinted eyes, and thin lips, which made him look a bit mean.
"Mr. Huang!"
Zuo Mengeng was shocked, rubbed his eyes, and shouted with a cry.
The person who came was none other than his father's best friend, Huang Shu, the censor of the army.
Huang Shu was previously an official in Kaifeng Prefecture and was the main person involved in the flooding of Kaifeng in the late Ming Dynasty.
Seeing his emotion, Huang Shu couldn't help but sigh: "It's okay, my lord. Master Hou has been worried about you these days."
"The King of Hanyang has never allowed anyone to visit him. How come you can come now?"
Zuo Mengeng said in a deep voice, his eyes full of doubts.
"The imperial court originally wanted to marry Prince Gong or Prince Yi, but King Hanyang refused and insisted on asking for the title of Prince Yu. Nanjing is still hesitant."
"Maybe it's to show goodwill to the court, so I let you go out and let you go back after a while. I've already relaxed about the visit."
Huang Shu explained softly. He looked at Zuo Mengeng carefully and then said:
"Alas! Now that the King of Hanyang is in control of Huguang and Sichuan, he is very powerful. Your father has to bury his head in small business and obey the orders of the Donglin Party members."
Hearing this, Zuo Mengeng was so jealous that he became mad with jealousy.
King of Yu, land of two provinces.
Why?
Zhu Yixi is several years younger than me, so she has such an achievement.