Chapter 468: Im mentally ill. Im not going to live a good life but be an emperor.
Sun Chengzong remained silent. Qi Hongliang, Fan Wencheng, and a group of other people all looked at him, especially Wang Xuan's gaze, which carried a kind of overwhelming oppression. For a time, Sun Chengzong also felt the pressure doubled.
If he didn't have faith in his heart, he wouldn't be able to bear it and bow down.
"The same rice can support hundreds of people. Humans are a very strange species, like Fan Wencheng, Yan Xuezhen..."
Wang Xuan pointed his finger, and Fan Wencheng immediately stood up straight. Although he didn't know why Wang Xuan mentioned him, he still felt honored.
"These are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
‘Pfft’ Fan Wencheng had a mouthful of old blood that seemed to have been squirted out. His energy and vitality seemed to have been sucked out all at once, and his waist was hunched down.
"But, I quite like this kind of person."
‘Huh?’ Fan Wencheng suddenly felt depressed.
"Because they are obedient enough and can do good things."
Fan Wencheng immediately regained his energy and was obedient and able to do things. Isn't that enough? This is called Jane in the Emperor's heart, which is more important than any praise!
"As for loyalty, I don't care. As long as I'm still standing, no one will dare to betray me. If I fall one day, it doesn't matter whether they betray me or not."
"My lord, my subordinates are absolutely loyal and will not give up even to death." Fan Wencheng jumped out at the right time, knelt straight, and kowtowed to show his loyalty. Regardless of what the lord thinks, his attitude must be shown. This is the way to serve as a minister.
road.
Wang Xuan waved his hand, not caring at all, "Of course, no one dislikes loyal people, but everything has a degree, too much is not enough, and extremes are never a good thing."
"I'll give you a chance." Wang Xuan looked directly at Sun Chengzong, "Today, whatever you want to ask, just ask, who makes you the person I value? This Ming Dynasty has been raising scholars for two hundred and fifty years, and you have become a talented person.
There are too few, too few, and people like you are just barely doing it. Over the years, only Wang Yangming has been admired by me, and the rest are far behind."
Sun Chengzong raised his brows and was arrogant. In the two hundred and five years of the Ming Dynasty, there were so many amazing and talented people, but he actually said that Wang Yangming was the only one who was admirable. It was really...
However, now is not the time to talk about this. Sun Chengzong took a deep breath, suppressed his wildly beating heart, and kept cheering himself up in his mind. He looked at Wang Xuan firmly. He knew that when he asked this question
, he cannot control his own life or death, or in other words, he is 80% dead, but he still has to ask, this is a belief cultivated by the education he has received for more than thirty years.
"Sir, do you want to rebel?"
Saying these seven simple words, it was like an eight-level strong wind blowing in the yard. The surrounding flowers, plants and trees seemed to be blown away, and the sound stopped in the ears of the people around them, like a big bell.
It was deafening, especially in Fan Wencheng's ears. He really wanted to strangle Sun Chengzong to death. Damn it, you are seeking your own death and don't hold us back, okay?
What hatred, what resentment?
Can this kind of thing be asked in public?
He glanced at Wang Xuan with fear, and found that Wang Xuan's face had not changed at all, and he still stood there so calmly.
Wang Xuan's eyes swept over everyone's face, and everyone suddenly felt that their hearts skipped a beat.
His eyes finally fell on Sun Chengzong. Wang Xuan had an inexplicable smile on his lips, looked at him and said, "Do you think my rebellion can succeed?"
"Uh..." Sun Chengzong was stunned. He thought that Wang Xuan would be furious, thought that he would deny it, and thought about all kinds of things, but he never thought that Wang Xuan would ask him this question. He was speechless for a while and didn't know how to answer.
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"Say it!"
"I, I don't know!"
"In this way, I will tell you how powerful I am. You can judge. Let's talk about iron production first. At present, the steel production in Fujian is three times that of Ming Dynasty. The price of iron is very low. Fujian's 51,000 Guards Army
, they are all recruited and trained again, they are all fleshed out, wearing iron armor, holding iron shields, and the popularity of crossbows is half."
Sun Chengzong's throat quivered and he swallowed. It's just a province. The iron output is three times that of the Ming Dynasty. There are also soldiers. He doesn't know the specifics of the Ming Dynasty army. This, this is incomparable!
"In terms of food, including the land being cultivated in Xiaoliuqiu, there is no problem in feeding a quarter of the population of the Ming Dynasty. We are now rich and abundant, and it will be sold to the north starting from this year. Oh, by the way, there are also areas to be developed soon.
Annan, within three years, can support the entire Ming Dynasty."
"What?" Sun Chengzong looked at Wang Xuan with disbelief on his face. He looked at Fan Wencheng and Qi Hongliang next to him. Everyone looked like they were taking it for granted. Even though he thought it was ridiculous, he still felt something in his heart.
Intuition, this is true.
But, how is this possible, and what’s going on with Annan? Isn’t he invading the Ming Dynasty?
"Let's talk about taxation. This is not a good point. Currently, Fujian Province, plus Xiaoliuqiu, is about the same as the Ming Dynasty." Wang Xuan said with a relaxed but slightly dissatisfied expression.
Sun Chengzong's body shook suddenly several times. He felt dizzy, his eyes were filled with stars, his breathing was not smooth, and his chest was tight. If someone behind him hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.
If there is enough food, then he can reluctantly accept it. After all, the south now produces a lot of food, and Huguang is familiar with the world. It is not a lie. However, taxation is another matter. No matter how brazenly the scholars talk about it,
Money is like dirt, but in fact, everyone knows that without money, nothing can be accomplished.
People without money will starve to death, especially the country. Now Ming Dynasty is facing so many difficulties. To put it bluntly, it is not because of lack of money. If Ming Dynasty’s treasury had hundreds of millions of taels of silver, all the problems could be easily solved now!
Is there a problem with the military system of the garrison? Get money, enough money, retire all the garrison troops, re-recruit and train them, and provide them with good food, housing, and use. How can you still produce strong troops!?
The north is affected by a disaster? Get money, enough money, to provide disaster relief, build water power, and try to get rid of the dilemma of relying on the weather.
Is there a war on the border? Get money. Enough money. Twenty taels of silver per head of an alien. Isn’t that enough? One hundred taels per head. Look at how many aliens there are. The common people can kill them all on their own initiative!
A formerly poor FJ province could cover the Ming Dynasty's tax for one year. Sun Chengzong ignored the little Liuqiu. What income could be generated in a wild land? How much tax could the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty have? In an instant, Sun Chengzong's mind
Nine ways to spend money emerged.
Maybe he was thinking too much at the same time, which made his brain heat up, and he started to feel dizzy. Anyway, he couldn't relax for a long time.
"I won't talk about the other, more advanced, and more advanced ones. You won't understand even if I do. Just ask, can the rebellion be successful based on Fujian's ability alone?" Wang Xuan didn't care, and kept talking about the rebellion.
, as if they don’t understand what the word “rebellion” actually means.
"Impossible." Sun Chengzong answered firmly.
"Oh, so confident, why?"
"My Ming Dynasty has a land of hundreds of millions of miles, and the world is at peace. There are millions of people wearing armor. Your Majesty is wise. If you raise your arms and shout, the world will regard you as an enemy..."
"Yes, yes..." Before Sun Chengzong could continue his eloquent talk, Wang Xuan waved his hand and interrupted, "I hate it when people like you talk the most. You just talk and brag without even drafting, right?"
Wang Xuan choked on his words and Sun Chengzong didn't know what to say. This was too rude. What does it mean to brag? That thing is so embarrassing.
"The land is hundreds of millions of miles away? Do you know how to calculate accurate figures? Fujian is only 124,000 square kilometers. You told me that the Ming Dynasty is billions of miles away. Can we be more accurate? Let me ask you how tall you are.
, it’s nonsense for you to tell me that you are less than ten feet tall, oh, yes, you don’t know what a square kilometer is, you are really uneducated.”
"Don't talk about peace in the world. I won't brag to foreigners, let alone the million-dollar armor. I don't know the conduct of the guards. Fujian can just grab any common people.
They are all in better health than those guardsmen, and those millions of people wearing armor are just a burden, just fooling outsiders..."
"As for whether the emperor is wise or not, I don't know. I just know that the emperor is quite frustrated. He is said to be the most powerful man in the world, and it is the world of Lao Zhu's family. But in fact, the emperor can decide everything big or small.
A few of them can't even drink some good wine or some fresh tea. What's more, they can't even decide what to do with the mother-in-law at night, and their sons are killed at every turn without even knowing what's going on.
, something like cheering up, but don’t brag."
"Also, Sun Chengzong, you should be as precise as possible in your speech from now on. One means one, two means two, and don't say those nonsense numbers again."
Sun Chengzong's face turned red for a moment, and he was speechless for a moment. This billion is just a description. Isn't it said like this since ancient times? Why is it not specific? But look at the precise words Wang Xuan said.
He also feels that numbers are very intuitive and accurate when he hears them. Compared with them, it sounds like he is bragging when he says those things. Bah, bragging.
"The Ming Dynasty is too decadent. If I want to rebel, I can defeat the Ming Dynasty within five years."
"Impossible, we have hundreds of millions of people... there are so many loyal people emerging in endlessly, we will never give in easily."
"Is it enough to kill all the loyal ones? How many can there be? Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, or ten million? In the past few months alone, 600,000 people were killed in Annan. The Ming Dynasty spent endless money in Annan
After decades of hard work, the situation in Annan has not been stabilized, but with me, in two years at most, there is no possibility of rebellion in Annan. All we need to do is kill, kill all the people in Annan, and naturally there is no need to worry about anyone rebelling again."
"Annan is not an invasion..."
"Okay, this matter is too complicated, so I won't talk about it today. As for the rebellion you mentioned, I can tell you." As soon as Wang Xuan said these words, the whole place was silent. This is what everyone wants to know, and it affects their current situation.
With the future and the price of life, everyone naturally held their breath and listened attentively, "I have a mental illness, I will not live a good life but be an emperor."
Wait... everyone was confused for a moment, with distorted expressions on their faces. Did you always say it wrong, or did we hear it wrong? What does it mean to live a good life but not be an emperor?
That is the emperor, the most powerful person in the world. The world supports one person, has a harem of three thousand beauties, and is rich all over the world. Do you even know what the emperor means?
"Look at you, all of you are talking crookedly. Isn't my life better than being an emperor?"
"A dynasty cannot last more than three hundred years. Once it fails, all its descendants will die. There is no dynasty that lasts for a thousand years, but only aristocratic families that last for a thousand years."