Seeing that Murong Fu understood, Wang Yuyan also chuckled and said: "Yuyan remembers that during the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Huan of Qi wanted to dominate the world, but suffered from a lack of military spending, so he asked Guan Zhong for advice on how to collect taxes."
"And Guan Zhong proposed an idea to Qi Henggong, using the 'official mountain and sea' method to monopolize the iron ore in the mountains and the salt in the sea and implement a monopoly."
"The salt produced can not only be used for personal use, but can also be sold privately to other countries, which is equivalent to 'boiling water for the world'. The problem of raising military expenses will naturally be solved!"
"But we don't have such great ability, and we don't have iron ore to mine and sell, but we have many small islands under our control near the sea. It is very simple to get some private salt."
After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Murong Fu suddenly felt enlightened.
The Song Dynasty had three departments in charge of finance, and Yantie was one of the three departments. Although the Murong family was not able to penetrate into it, local officials, from the Yanding officer to the supervisory officer, the purchaser officer, the salt officer, etc. There are many people from the Murong family who want to fish in troubled waters and can make a lot of money in a short period of time.
What's more, he also has more perfect methods of boiling brine and drying salt. In the past, he didn't want to rashly sell salt to make money and attract the attention of the government. Now that the country is facing a national crisis, who has the mind to care whether you sell salt or not?
Could it be that all the people he raised in the court were living on dry food?
Awakened by Wang Yuyan's words, Murong Fu also excitedly pulled her into his arms and kissed her happily.
Wang Yuyan's face turned red. Since she became a mother, her temperament has become more charming. Just a hint of shyness made Murong Fu's heart heat up. He picked her up and walked to the bed.
Although it was broad daylight, Wang Yuyan, who was used to Murong Fu's mischief, could only try to restrain herself and not make such embarrassing noises.
Seeing Wang Yuyan's expression of refusing to welcome, unexpectedly it aroused the desire in Murong Fu's heart. After a fierce battle, Wang Yuyan didn't wake up until the next day.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, got up early in the morning and implemented what he had discussed with Wang Yuyan yesterday.
For matters involving the DPRK, he only had to send a message to Deng Baichuan and Bao BuTong in Tokyo, Bianliang. As for how to make salt, he also wrote down the regulations and let his men handle it.
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Liao.
After Yelu Hongji learned that his sworn brother Xiao Feng had died in the Song Dynasty and was killed by a man named Murong Fu, he was immediately furious. The first thought that flashed through his mind was to kill him This corpse named Murong Fu was broken into pieces.
Seemingly sensing the emperor's anger, Prince Yelu Yanxi suddenly had a plan in his mind and said, "Your Majesty, now you want to cut the man who killed King Xiao of the South Campus into five pieces to commemorate King Xiao's spirit in heaven?"
"Yes, Xiao Feng fought with my brother and helped me suppress the rebels. He was killed, how can I not take revenge?"
Yelu Hongji threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger.
Prince Yelu Yanxi understood and said hurriedly: "But in my grandson's opinion, it was not Murong Fu who killed King Xiao!"
"What, who else could it be if it wasn't Murong Fu?"
Yelu Hongji thought he had read it wrong, but when he picked up the secret letter and read it, he found that he had read it correctly. It clearly stated that Xiao Feng was killed by Murong Fu in Shaolin. Thousands of people were present at the time. How could you admit your mistake?
"Your Majesty is wrong. The people who really killed King Xiao were people from the Southern Dynasty. It was the Song Ting who designed and encouraged people in the world to plot to kill King Xiao. The culprit is the Song Ting!"
Yelu Yanxi seemed to have something to say.
Yelu Hongji looked at him deeply and said in a deep tone: "Do you want me to take the opportunity to send troops south and use this as an excuse to invade the Song Dynasty?"
Yelu Yanxi said: "To quote a saying from the Song Dynasty, it is 'the teacher is famous.' Our Liao Kingdom will not invade other countries for no reason. It is really the Song people who are cunning and cunning and designed to kill our country's Nanyuan King Xiao. Your Majesty couldn't bear it any longer, so he decided to avenge his sworn brother and send troops to the Song Dynasty!"
"We are the masters of justice, and we can silence everyone in the world!"
After what Yelu Yanxi said, Yelu Hongjigao glanced at him, and his raging anger gradually calmed down.
Seeing that the emperor still had concerns, Yelu Yanxi said again: "Your Majesty, how can there be any eggs under the overturned nest? As long as the Song Dynasty is destroyed, how can Murong Fu be alone? By then, the world will be my land of Liao, and the other party will be nothing more than the Liao. It’s just a lost dog, why don’t you just leave it to His Majesty’s disposal?”
"When that time comes, wouldn't it be better for Your Majesty to build a Martyr's Shrine for King Xiao and use Murong Fu's head to pay homage to King Xiao's spirit?"
Nowadays, the Liao Kingdom is powerful, but Yelu Hongji is older. Although the prince Yelu Yanxi is a direct descendant, he is not the eldest son of Yelu Hongji, but the eldest grandson of Yelu Hongji.
His father, Yelu Jun, was murdered by a traitor and was now crowned the prince. Seeing that it was time to succeed to the throne, in order to prevent the replacement of the throne from causing turmoil in the court, he eagerly hoped to follow Yelu Hongji to attack the Song Dynasty.
As long as he can capture Zhao Song Jiangshan, he will not only be able to successfully succeed to the throne with his military exploits, but will even have a wider territory, so he must fight in this battle!
Under the encouragement of Yelu Yanxi, Yelu Hongji's warlike heart became more and more determined to raise troops to attack the Song Dynasty. Finally, under Yelu Yanxi's eager eyes, Yelu Hongji decided to dispatch troops and horses to go south to attack the Song Dynasty.
However, as Yelu Yanxi said, if they want to be famous, they need to submit a letter of war in advance and tell the world.
Otherwise, rashly sending troops to attack the Song Dynasty would put everyone in the world in danger. If Xixia, Tubo, and Dali unite to rebel against the Liao Dynasty, the situation will be greatly disadvantageous to them.
Regarding these matters, Yelu Hongji handed them over to the prince Yelu Yanxi. The latter took over the task very excitedly. As long as the Song Dynasty was successfully conquered, even the history books would record him as Yelu Yanxi. After all, he was the one who promoted the southward expedition to the Song Dynasty. Such great achievements are enough for his name to go down in history!
…
Shaoshi Mountain.
Shaolin back mountain.
An old man and a young man sat opposite each other. The old monk looked at the noble young master in front of him and said with a slightly helpless tone: "Prince Duan, if you want to stop the war in this world, the only way is to kill one person. Now that things have happened, you are still Can’t you see through it?”
"The holy monk asked me to kill him. To be honest, I really don't have the guts!"
The noble prince clasped his hands together, with complex hatred and fear coming from the depths of his soul in his eyes.
The forest was leafless and lifeless. Duan Yu and the sweeping monk were sitting on two futons. Not far away stood Li Qiushui and Tianshan Child Elder, as if they were waiting for something.
"For the sake of the world, why are you afraid of taking a chance?"
The sweeping monk looked at Duan Yu deeply, but a trace of disappointment flashed deep in his eyes.
"Killing him brings endless hatred to me. If he kills me, it would be unfilial to my parents and unfaithful to Dali. I forgive Duan Yu for not being able to honor the wish of the holy monk!"
Duan Yu made up his mind, bowed to the sweeper with an apologetic expression, turned around and left without looking back.
