Yang Lin commanded remotely and began issuing bonds in Bianliang, using the imperial government's finances as collateral.
The order was sent to Bianliang, and Bai Shizhong took this letter to Cai Jing's house.
It was already dark at this time, and Cai Jing had gone to bed long ago. Usually after he went to bed, the maids and maids in the house would walk on tiptoes.
As people get older, they sleep very lightly, and the slightest sound can cause them to suffer from insomnia.
Bai Shizhong thought for a while in the flower hall and said to the old governor: "Since the grand master has gone to bed, I will come back tomorrow."
Although the old governor wanted to do this, after all, the person who came today was the prime minister of the dynasty. It would be rude to ask him to come again tomorrow.
He bent down and said with a smile: "I have sent someone to inform the master. Please wait for a moment."
Bai Shizhong sat on the chair, waited for a while, and saw a group of concubines helping Cai Jing out. He had a bunch of white silk tied to his forehead and was wearing silk underwear.
Although his face was old, it was better than when he first came to Bianliang. Bai Shi smiled secretly in his heart. The old master had left the center of power, and he was anxious about how fast he would grow old.
Now that I have returned to Bianliang and participated in political affairs, I have become younger. Some people say that being an official is exhausted and they want to return to their hometown to take care of themselves. This is also offensive.
Cai Jing saw that he was not in his right mind and thought something big had happened, so he quickly asked: "Meng Heng, you came to visit in the middle of the night, but what big thing happened?"
Bai Shizhong then took out the letter and said with some embarrassment: "The court is short of money, and the young master is far away in Yinzhou. He has come up with an idea and leaves it to me. I am a young man with little talent and little knowledge. I want to ask the grand master for advice. This is the right move."
How to get started.”
The concubine beside Cai Jing quickly held a lamp in front of him.
Using the light, Cai Jing saw that it was Yang Lin's familiar handwriting.
After reading it, Cai Jing closed the letter, returned it to Bai Shizhong, and said with a smile: "As expected of Wenyuan, Yin Zhimao Liang is so confident that he wants the powerful merchants and gentry of the Song Dynasty and the official families to invest money."
Bai Shizhong's eyes lit up and he said, "Master, do you think this method is feasible?"
"This method has infinite uses. Wen Yuan often comes up with such clever ideas, but even I can't come up with them."
Bai Shi felt confident now. This year was really difficult for the imperial court.
A shocking war has just begun. Natural disasters continue to require relief and reconstruction. There are no less than 100,000 victims in Hebei.
Whether it is ensuring the logistics of frontline wars or providing civilian relief and disaster relief, if you want to do anything well, you need a lot of money.
If this method can really solve the urgent need, it will be of great help. After the war is over in the future, and the New Deal taxes are so high, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Cai Jing yawned, with a sleepy look on his face, and said, "It's too late tonight. I'll go to the Mingtang tomorrow and we'll think about it carefully."
Seeing that this idea was approved by Cai Jing, Bai Shizhong stood up happily and said, "I'm really sorry for bothering you late at night. I'll apologize to the Grand Master tomorrow. After the discussion in the Mingtang, the juniors set up a banquet.
Entertain the Grand Master."
Cai Jing smiled and waved his hand and said: "The autumn night is getting colder, I have an old bone, Meng Hengshu sent it to you not far away."
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The Northwest Jihad Army, all composed of light cavalry and equipped with enough horses, quickly reached Moxi.
The Central Plains dynasties in the Western Regions have always suppressed the grasslands, cutting off the possibility of them taking a detour to attack, but they can attack them at any time.
Many tribes in Moxi have all followed their clan leaders to defect to Yelu Dashi. On the empty grasslands here, groups of jihadi armies are galloping freely.
The vastness of the world makes these crazy warriors, who seem to have been brainwashed, feel even more passionate.
Soon they came into contact with a Mongolian tribe. This was the territory of the Tatars. All the elites and young men were old enough to go to war.
The vanguard of the Jihad Army easily conquered this tribe with almost no effort.
They plundered their cattle, sheep, horses and livestock, killed all the men, and moved on.
The Uighurs and Dangxiangs to which this group of people belonged were actually no less fierce than the Mongols, but they were a small ethnic group.
In the past, there was no chance to conquer this place. Now, with the help of the Song Dynasty's army, they joined forces to enter the grassland, and found that this place was simply the most suitable hunting ground for them.
Galloping across thousands of miles of grassland, feeding off war with war, Huo Qubing was probably as happy back then as he is now.
The impassioned soldiers, who were already motivated, ransacked the entire grassland as quickly as possible.
When the news reached Yunnei, Hebule was shocked. He never expected that in such a fierce battle, the Song Dynasty could mobilize so many soldiers and horses from the northwest.
Regardless of the fact that it was midnight, he hurriedly arrived at the large tent of Wanyan Lou's room. The guard held up his sword and stopped him, saying: "General, he is asleep. If you have anything to do, come back tomorrow."
Hebule was furious and cursed: "Do you know who I am?"
Wanyan Lou's room in the tent heard the noise, got up in a hurry, walked to the tent and said, "What's going on?"
Hebule heard Lou Shi's voice, but he didn't understand Jurchen and Lou Shi didn't know Mongolian. They used Khitan in daily communication.
Hebule said in Khitan dialect: "Lou Shi, my grassland, was taken away by the Song Dynasty."
Wanyan Lou's room opened the tent door and didn't believe it. He smiled and said, "Maybe you fell asleep and came here to talk in your sleep."
How could Hebule have time to joke with him? His face turned red. He grabbed the messenger and said, "My people came back from the grassland. He told me that the Song army on the grassland now is just like the one during the locust plague."
There are just as many locusts. They are killing people everywhere. If I don’t go back, these two hundred thousand men will be homeless."
The big Mongolian men around him all looked anxious, wishing they could fight back to the grassland now.
Wanyan Loushi was shocked. It seemed that this matter was true. The Jurchens' intelligence spies were much worse than those of the Song Dynasty.
The Great Wall area is strictly guarded. Their management system at the bottom is extremely mature, making it difficult for spies to sneak in.
Unexpectedly, the Song Dynasty was like a bottomless pit and could mobilize so many soldiers and horses.
Lou Shi rolled his eyes and thought to himself, the Mongols cannot withdraw no matter what.
As soon as they withdraw, the Song people will definitely notice that there are spies everywhere.
When the time comes for the Song people to attack Duanyun Ridge, how can their own troops resist?
Zong Han on the Eastern Front is dead, and Zong Han is his backer. Many people in the court want to divide Zong Han's power.
If he returns in defeat, wouldn't he be reduced to a vassal of other Muke, which is unacceptable to the Lou family.
He grabbed Hebule's arm and said in a deep voice: "If you withdraw your troops at this time, once the Song people come out to chase them, when will they be able to return to the grassland? Why don't we give it a try, fight to the death with the Song people, and capture the entire Duanyun Ridge?"
Annihilate the Song army, and then I will fight back to the grassland with you."
Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe this. After capturing Duanyunling and annihilating the Song army, Lou Shi would definitely continue to capture Yunnei, break Hedong, and fight with Youyan's Aguhui and attack from both inside and outside.
Hebule was not stupid. He sneered and said: "My soldiers and horses are all cavalry. How difficult is it to get rid of the Song people? I think highly of your Lou family, so I came to talk to you, otherwise I would have left long ago."
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With a bang, Lou Shi burst into action and captured Hebule with one move.
When the others saw this, they couldn't react at all, and the Jurchen warrior had already put the knife to their neck.
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