"It's a win-win situation between us and the people. We want these people to eat well and live and work in peace and contentment, but our business must also continue to develop!"
At the end of his words, Ning Fan warned.
But Zhou Qun became more and more outrageous as he listened, and his face became even more confused.
"Your Highness, it is undeniable that what you said is very insightful, but there is one point. If we don't collect taxes from farmers, how can our country maintain operation?"
Zhou Qun finally couldn't help but ask.
Ning Fan couldn't help but laugh after hearing Zhou Qun's words: "The cake is big, just cut off a small piece, it will be enough to cover various expenses!"
"It is useless to squeeze the people desperately. Only by allowing the people to give full play to their creativity and fully release their wealth will our country become more and more prosperous!"
"Don't worry, change comes step by step, and it won't reach its final form all at once."
Ning Fan didn't say much because at this stage, Zhou Qun didn't need to know too much.
A social system must first undergo a step-by-step transition after the explosion of productivity.
After sending Zhou Qun away, Ning Fan fell into deep thought.
Yang Wei, the Grand Master of the dynasty, was no small figure.
That was one of the Three Lords, a veritable big shot.
And Yang Wei didn't come early or late, but he sent someone at this time, which shows that he must have picked the right time.
It seems that everything in Jiangzhou cannot be hidden from the prince after all. I am afraid that the prince Ning Qing is behind all these tricks.
The prince shouldn't just watch him grow bigger in Jiangzhou. There will definitely be moves next.
The storm was approaching and the wind filled the building, and Ning Fan could already feel the chill on the prince's face.
The distance of time and space gave Ning Fan more events to think about calmly.
During this period of time, Ning Fan reviewed his experience in Kyoto from his heart, and suddenly felt that the prince was not such a simple person.
He seems to be a headstrong person with great ambition and talent, but in fact he is not at all. He must be very evil, but it is still unclear how much Taoism he has.
"Your Highness, it seems to be snowing outside."
Xina opened the door and showed a smile to Ning Fan.
Already tall and tall, now wearing a snow-white cashmere cloak and smiling like a flower, Ning Fan was slightly stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
Xina saw Ning Fan's expression and was a little surprised.
Ning Fan stood up slightly embarrassed: "Let's go out and take a look."
"It's definitely going to be cold when you go out in these clothes. Put this on!"
Xina brought a fur cloak. It seemed to be carefully prepared and fit perfectly. It felt warm on her body.
There was a fire in the house and it didn't feel cold at all, but when he walked out the door, Ning Fan immediately felt the desolation in the cold wind.
Pieces of snowflakes fell on the ground, as if coating the world with a layer of silver.
Ning Fan stood upstairs and looked at the vast land in the distance, feeling worried in his heart.
"Is Your Highness worried about those refugees?"
"My father just brought back 100,000 catties of grain from Miluo. This winter, no one will starve to death."
Xena whispered.
Ning Fan stretched out his hand and held Hina's hand. The delicate white hand was slightly warm and felt extremely soft, as if it were boneless.
"Let your father rest! He has been running almost non-stop these past few months."
Ning Fan said softly.
This was the first time that Xina was treated so proactively by Ning Fan, and she was almost in tears for a while.
Ever since she became Ning Fan's concubine, Xina had always been the one who took the initiative in the relationship, and because Ning Fan had Xiao Lingxi in his heart, he was somewhat resistant to Xina.
But at this point, the knot in my heart finally slowly opened up, and I began to truly accept this woman.
"I'm afraid my father won't be able to rest. Food from various places will continue to be allocated. Feeding so many people is not an easy task."
Xina whispered: "Your Highness, you don't have to worry too much. My father is still in good health, and he is very good at taking care of himself."
"I don't know how the dam is being repaired. I'm going to take a look in a few days."
Ning Fan leaned on the railing and looked far away in the direction of the river.
"It's snowing now, and the horses are reluctant to run away. Your Highness should wait until the weather clears up and the snow melts before going."
Xina advised softly.
"The Huns will not take advantage of this opportunity to raid south. Their horses will be short of fodder! It may gradually calm down this year, but after the spring, there will definitely be a big battle!"
Ning Fan's mind jumped so fast that he jumped from the dam to the Xiongnu.
Xina couldn't keep up with her train of thought and said in a nauseous tone: "I have never seen what the Huns look like! Why are these people so vicious and have been attacking me, Dakang, for many years?"
"What do the Huns look like?"
"Of course they have two eyes and one nose. There are actually many reasons for their constant attacks on Dakang!"
"In recent years, there have been constant plagues on the grasslands. In order to survive, the Huns could only continue to plunder the borders!"
"In fact, the most important point is that because of the decline in Dakang's national strength, the Huns will take this opportunity to completely invade the Central Plains and live the comfortable life we live."
Ning Fan looked at the heavy snow falling in the distance and said.
Xina couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Then will our Dakang lose? Definitely not!"
Although Xina is of mixed race, she grew up in Dakang and is completely from Dakang in terms of cultural affiliation.
Since I was a child, I have often heard stories about aliens massacring the Central Plains, and I have been instinctively afraid.
"The Huns alone can only tie with Dakang! But now the most dangerous one is the Jurchens. This wolf who has always bowed to Dakang is Dakang's biggest problem!"
"There are various signs that the Jurchens will launch a full-scale attack on Dakang together with the Huns in the spring of next year."
There was uneasiness in Ning Fan's brows.
"Will the imperial court defeat them?"
Xina had already nervously grasped Ning Fan's hand.
Seeing Hina's anxious look, Ning Fan smiled, stretched out his hand to hug Hina into his arms and said, "Don't worry, your man is the one who wants to save the world."
Xina did not continue to ask any more questions, her face turned slightly red, and an indescribable sense of security arose in her heart.
The two of them just leaned together, using their bodies to warm each other.
"Your Highness, when several Ling Xi sisters get married in the future, will they forget about me?"
Xina looked at Ning Fan with a heartbroken look.
This tone and look almost broke Ning Fan's heart.
He shook his head and said: "You are already my woman, I will not make you sad."
With Ning Fan's words, Xina became happy again.
The snow stopped and the servants in the yard began to clear the snow, but Xina was slightly annoyed.
Maybe he was angry that the snow didn't last longer, or maybe he was angry that these servants were so indifferent that they disturbed the tenderness between the two of them.
