Chapter two hundred and seventy-two how can I arbitrarily discuss ten thousand years of worry
Yang Lin leaned leisurely on a recliner, holding up a book and reading it with gusto. This was a record of mutual market transactions from the northwest.
The prosperity of the Song Dynasty can be easily seen in the volume of goods traded. Because the army needs a large number of war horses, the horse trade is undoubtedly the first, but it is conceivable that it will soon decrease.
What Yang Lin didn't expect was the trading of sheep. Sheep-trading caravans became the mainstream of merchants in the northwest.
It is conceivable that if the army and horses are saturated over time, the trading of sheep will replace horses and become the first transaction in the mutual market.
The people of Song Dynasty were eating sheep, which would soon deplete the inventory of the Mongols, which could help them survive this blizzard crisis.
After all, food is the guarantee of survival. No matter how many sheep you have, you will never be able to survive. If you eat one, you will lose one.
The food exchanged for a sheep can last for a month, but killing a sheep can only last a few days.
And countless muttons flowed into the Song Dynasty, and I don’t know how many ways of eating it will be spawned.
In the past, the stones of Xixia's latrine blocking the northwest were really in the way.
Behind the recliner is a pretty woman wearing a silver-red coat and skirt, who is rubbing his shoulders vigorously.
The woman was panting from exhaustion, and her temples were half tilted. Yang Lin could not extricate himself from his eyes buried in the book, and the prosperity of the northwest had already appeared in his mind. How prosperous the Silk Road was back then, and the ancient city of Loulan is still a myth. After the opening of the market,
The northwest is no different than before, and the number of merchants in the Western Regions has gradually begun to increase.
Today's maritime trade is not enough to support the exchanges between Europe and Asia. This ancient trade route is still necessary for its existence.
Su Zhuanglian coquettishly took the booklet out of Yang Lin's hand, twisted her slender waist, and fell into his arms, pouting: "Is this booklet better-looking than others? Why is Da Lang only looking at it? He can't lift his arms."
Now, you don’t know how to feel distressed?”
Yang Lin easily hugged her slender waist. The twin sister was docile and the younger sister was lively. They were very favored. He immediately smiled and said: "You are the most important thing in my heart. If I don't care for you, who will you care for? Come on, cover your eyes."
I'll teach you a trick."
Su Zhuanglian twisted in his arms, reached out and took out a handkerchief, smiled charmingly and was about to cover her eyes.
There was a sound of footsteps outside, and Su Ningxiang came over with a bowl of tonic soup. When she saw the two people, she blushed and whispered: "Da Lang, there are a few guests outside. Yang San'er said they are from Yan'an Prefecture."
I’d like to see you briefly.”
Upon hearing this name, Yang Lin instantly remembered that the Jurchens had already launched an uprising in advance, and his heart became angry. This incident was clearly caused by the rebellion of the Klei tribe instigated by the Western Army, which exposed the Khitan's external strength and internal control, and helped those who had long been interested in rebelling.
Wanyan Agu made the final decision.
After picking up the soup cup and taking a few sips, Yang Lin patted Su Zhuanglian in his arms and asked her to stand up.
Su Zhuanglian twisted her body and looked unhappy. Yang Lin took out a delicate hosta from his sleeve and said with a smile: "If you want it, I'll give it to you if it screams nice."
Su Zhuanglian's hands were quick and she snatched it away. She held it behind her back and said with a sweet smile: "You won't scream. Who told you to just trick people and coax them."
"Little hooves, I'm riding on your man's head. Is this okay? Ningxiang, please help me enforce the family law. When I come back later, this little slut's buttocks are not red, so you can follow me and sit down."
Su Ningxiang blushed and spat: "Da Lang will tell gossip to bully others."
Yang Lin unintentionally joked with his concubine, stood up, let the two sisters change clothes, and walked to the living room.
In the lobby, Master Zhong and others stood there, looking happy when they saw him coming.
The fact that the young master was willing to meet him at least meant that things could turn around. Yang Lin sighed and said, "Have you all heard about the Huanglong Mansion?"
The seed master said in a low voice: "This incident has spread in Bianliang, and the lower officials have also heard about it. It is said that the Khitan people were severely beaten by the Jurchens and lost one hundred thousand armored men."
From the perspective of a cultivator, he doesn't think this is a bad thing. At least it shows that teasing the Khitans is not as dangerous as he imagined.
Although Khitan is said to be a neighboring country that has good relations with the Song Dynasty, no one knows about the rift between the two countries. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a feud.
According to the Chanyuan Alliance, the Song Dynasty still has to pay a large amount of coins in exchange for peace on the border.
"One hundred thousand Khitan soldiers died. How are those soldiers different from our Xiang soldiers in the Song Dynasty? What do you think of the combat effectiveness of the Xiang soldiers?"
There was a look of astonishment among the soldiers. Why was the young master so unconfident? The Song Dynasty soldiers and horses had won many great victories recently, defeating powerful enemies in succession, and the military power was rising. In addition, the influx of war horses, as well as the northwest Qiang soldiers and Ke Lie soldiers
How can it be compared with the hundred thousand grass from Huanglong Mansion?
Seeing their reactions, Yang Lin shook his head secretly. The generals of the Western Army were only slightly capable of fighting, and their short-sightedness was not much better than that of the civil servants in the DPRK.
In today's court, the only person who has the same idea as him is Cai Jing, who has seen through the national conditions of the Song Dynasty.
It's a pity that Cai Jing is not one of his own after all. He would succumb to Zhao Ji and use all his talents on making money, which is a pity for a generation of capable ministers.
Otherwise, Yang Lin wouldn't mind assisting him in saving the Song Dynasty. Cai Jing definitely has this ability.
When it comes to running the country, he is far better than himself. Yang Lin knows this.
Sighing, Yang Lin said: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the Khitan soldiers and horses are more than three million. How can we generalize just because there are one hundred thousand waste among them? Last time Klie, this time Jurchen,
I don't know how many people are ready to take action. The new alien race is bound to be another ruthless and brutal beast.
The northwest trade route is another foundation of our Song Empire, and it must not be shaken or frustrated. When you are stationed in the northwest, what you should do is to use all means to ensure peace and tranquility in the northwest, rather than provoke war.
I am willing to trust you, but it is a pity that you are unwilling to accept this goodwill. I will inform your Majesty to reset the Qinlong system and appoint envoys."
The cultivators secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Shaozai wanted to send someone to the northwest to coordinate the overall situation, which was within their acceptable range.
After all, the Western Army only seeks self-preservation and does not have any big undue ambitions. As long as the generals are not abolished and the military power is lifted, they do not mind having a great god above their heads.
Yang Lin accepted the generous gift from the Western Army, which was regarded as a relief from both sides, and then sent away the grateful Zhongshi.
As soon as they left, Lu Qian led Song Jiang, who had just returned to the court, into Yang Lin's study.
"Gongming, sit down."
Comparing the two, Yang Lin felt the difference between his confidant and his vassal. He felt more relaxed when talking to the black guy in front of him.
"Young Master, what are your instructions for calling your subordinates down?" Song Jiang hadn't seen Yang Lin for a long time, and there was a hint of joy in his brows.
"You have made great achievements this time, and you will be rewarded by the court. What do you want?"
"subordinate"
"That's not important. I have a place now that you must go to. Are you willing to go?"
"subordinate"
"Forget it, you don't need to say anything. You are the one who is suitable now. You go back to prepare, clean up, and go to Yan'an East Road."
Song Jiang held it in for a long time and almost choked to death. He secretly cursed in his heart, why are you asking if you don't want to tell me?
"Shao Zai, what's the mission for this subordinate?"
Yang Lin stood up, patted his shoulder, chuckled and said, "Just use your strengths."
Song Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this and said humbly: "What are the merits of my subordinates? The young master has never praised them."