Not to mention before the Three Kingdoms era, even if we look at the entire ancient Chinese history, organized and premeditated dumping activities against enemy countries are very rare.
On the contrary, currency wars appeared very early - for example, the Hengshan Conspiracy, the Underworld Conspiracy, the Jingmao Conspiracy, etc. played by Guan Zhong, the founder.
the reason is simple.
Because dumping requires a large amount of materials as a basis, and it also needs to last for a long time until the opponent's relevant industrial chain is completely defeated.
As far as the ancient small-scale peasant economy is concerned, if most people can have enough food and clothing, it is already a prosperous era. How can there be excess materials to sell to competitors at low prices?
Ji Han is a weirdo now.
It has farming technology that is ahead of the two countries Wei and Wu.
In terms of organizational capabilities and local control, they also far surpassed Wei and Wu.
At the same time, there is an internal Xinghan Association that is extremely eager for labor, raw materials, and markets.
Hua Niangzi obtained Linyi rice seeds and successfully planted them around Jincheng, which acted as a catalyst.
With the huge resources controlled by Xinghan Association, in the next few years, wherever suitable places for planting Linyi rice will be promoted rapidly and widely.
The court may be more cautious, but as long as the government sees the true yield of Linyi rice planted by the Xinghan Society.
With Ji Han's organizational ability and local control ability, I believe he will soon follow.
In addition, many pastures have been opened in recent years, which can provide enough cattle.
Coupled with the improvement of farming tools, this has led to the continuous expansion of cultivated land.
In addition, there are two kingdoms of abundance.
It can be predicted that Jihan has been growing continuously for more than ten years. It was only in the past two years that the grain production curve began to become somewhat flat. I am afraid that it will usher in another sharp rise in the next few years.
This was Feng Junhou's confidence to dump grain in Jingzhou, Wu State.
After all... cheap food hurts farmers!
Both the court and the people have a strong need for external expansion (unification).
Compared with using dumping to control the enemy's food supply, currency war is easier.
Because the ticket thing was jointly endorsed by Ji Han and Xing Hanhui.
As long as the notes can be exchanged from Ji Han for brown sugar, wine, woolen materials, and even food and other luxury and livelihood necessities.
The face value of that note will always be strong - at least it will be stronger than the big iron money cast by Emperor Wu.
What does it mean that currency issued by other countries can circulate freely within a country, and its credibility and purchasing power far exceed that of currency minted in its own country?
It means that this country has completely lost its monetary sovereignty.
Just look at the late Qing Dynasty to see how disastrous the consequences were.
At that time, domestic wealth will be plundered by other countries at will, and the country will eventually become an economic vassal of other countries.
Of course, this is just Feng Junhou's imagination about the future of Wu.
Whether you can do it or not depends on luck.
But Jingzhou must have been put into the pot. As long as it is cooked through slowly, it can be eaten.
But these things are all things for the future.
The most important thing right now is that the emperor of the Han family comes to Chang'an in person.
In Guanzhong at the end of June, the lush vegetation, coupled with the crops growing in the fields, made the boundless land look dark green.
Wild deer, wild boars, foxes... are unwilling to retreat to the remote areas, nostalgic for the original desolation, and often sneak into the crop fields in search of food.
On the surface, the fertile field looks very peaceful, with pheasants, wild ducks, or other water birds showing up from time to time.
It's a pity that all this, because of the half-empty sun, makes people lose the mood to appreciate it.
There was not a cloud in the sky, and Feng Junhou could feel the sun burning the ground outside even when he was sitting in the pavilion.
A gust of hot wind blew up, rolling up a wave of heat from the ground, which was so burning that it made people feel suffocated.
The weeds couldn't withstand the blazing sun, and their leaves were rolled into thin strips.
The shade of trees around the post pavilion was crowded with officials and soldiers who came to greet the emperor. Most of them were like leaves, wilted in the sun.
Feng Junhou sat in the post pavilion, drinking tea one sip after another.
There was obviously a loud sound of water in my stomach, but I always felt thirsty in my mouth.
The most unbearable thing is that in this hot season, I have to wear thick Chinese clothes. If I move even a little bit, my underwear will become sticky and wet with sweat.
Wearing a military officer crown with a golden crown, cicadas as inscriptions and mink tail as decoration, you can tell at a glance that it is different from other military officer crowns.
For example, the military crown of Wei Yan, the general of Zhendong, does not have a cicada or a mink tail.
As for the others, they don’t even have golden rings.
Feng Junhou's military crown was specially given by the emperor of the Han Dynasty to show his favor.
However, Feng Junhou wanted to change it with others, because this hat felt a bit heavier than others when worn in this weather.
On the originally thick and heavy Chinese clothes, there was a pair of jade seals hanging on the waist, measuring two inches long and six inches square.
In addition to the jade seal, there is also a purple ribbon that represents the identity of the prince.
The bits and pieces on his body were simply designed for suffering.
"Where is the Emperor's chariot?"
Feng Junhou looked at the soldiers hiding from the sun outside the post pavilion, then looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and asked.
"Your Majesty, you are already ten miles away."
Feng Junhou stretched out his hand to untie his Chinese clothes, but was glared at by General Guan who was standing aside. He had to put down his hand angrily, then picked up the tea and took a sip.
In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move.
It would be rude to take a nap when welcoming the emperor. After Feng Junhou drank tea, although he did not feel sleepy, he always felt a little uncomfortable.
Wei Yan, who closed his eyes to rest, seemed to sense Feng Junhou's discomfort. He opened his eyes and glanced at him, sneered, and closed his eyes again.
It seemed that he was extremely disdainful of Feng's impetuousness.
Seeing Wei Yan's appearance, Feng Junhou immediately became angry.
On a hot day, it is easy to get angry.
In addition, he had to leave the city before dawn and rush to the post office thirty miles away to wait for the emperor. It was difficult to eat or sleep well. It was surprising that Feng Junhou felt so good.
It's just that at this time, if you quarrel with Wei Yan, it will be disrespectful to you.
If it weren't for the only pavilion here, he wouldn't be sitting under the same roof as Old Man Wei.
When the emperor came to Chang'an in person, General Zhendong and Great General Zhendong, one of whom was the actual person in power in Guanzhong and the other had the highest general title, naturally came to greet him.
After all, no matter how important the Shangdang was, it was still far from the point where the Han general Zhendong could not leave.
General Zhendong and General Zhendong were at odds with each other. Among the few people who were qualified to stay in the post, no one stepped forward to ease the atmosphere.
Although Feng Junhou might be trying to save his face, given General Wei's temperament, if he stood up at this time, he would probably be asking for trouble.
As long as the two of them don't quarrel, let it be dull.
The dullness in the post pavilion made the sound of cicadas outside seem even louder.
Feng Junhou was scorned by Wei Yan, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.
Hearing the sound of cicadas outside, he rolled his eyes, suddenly took off his Wu Bian crown, held it up with both hands, looked left and right, and said to himself:
"This cicada is so beautiful..."
Wei Yan's face was expressionless and he didn't even raise his eyelids.
Feng Junhou turned the hat in his hand again and raised his voice:
"This mink tail is not bad either..."
Wei Yan's face twitched, but he still didn't say anything.
Feng Junhou sighed:
"It's such a beautiful hat, but it's a pity that there's only one like this. Some people want to wear it, but they're not qualified to wear it..."
As soon as these words came out, even the two brothers-in-law, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, couldn't help but tighten the scabbard at their waists.
This is no longer clever words, but knocking over a whole boat of people with one stroke!
The one whose actions were more obvious than the two brothers-in-law was Wei Yan.
But when he finally opened his eyes, he stood up suddenly, put his right hand on the handle of the black saber at his waist, and glared at Feng Junhou:
"You dare me, kid!"
Perhaps because the movement was too big, General Guan subconsciously ducked and stood in front of Feng Junhou.
Her right hand was also pressed on the handle of the black knife of the same style, staring at Wei Yan, her face was stern, and she said in a deep voice:
"What does General Wei want to do?"
There was a slight commotion in the inn.
Wei Yan looked around and saw Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, Zhao Guang, Yang Wanwan and others all reacting.
Everyone pressed their hands on the handles of their swords with solemn expressions, and they seemed to be surrounding Feng Junhou in the middle.
At the waist of each person is an identical pure black saber. This is the special saber for the generals and ministers when welcoming the emperor.
Wei Yan glared at Feng Junhou behind Guan Xiaojunhou, and finally snorted angrily, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.
Wei Yan's departure made everyone secretly relieved.
General Guan turned around and said slightly dissatisfiedly to Feng Junhou:
"Well, if nothing happens, why do you have to provoke him?"
Anyway, there are no outsiders here, and there is no need for General Guan to hide himself.
Feng Junhou curled his lips:
"Nonsense, I didn't offend him. He was the one who offended me first."
General Guan was still dissatisfied:
"He dared to draw a knife on Yang Yi in front of the Prime Minister. Now no one here can suppress him. What if something happens?"
As soon as Wei Yan left, the atmosphere relaxed inexplicably, and Guan Xing also advised:
"Siniang is right, it's clear. General Wei is the general of Zhendong, and his qualifications are older than yours. If you bear it, no one will think you are afraid of him." "But he has taken the initiative to leave now, which can be regarded as I have given you a step back, which is a rare move. You should avoid provoking General Wei in the future."
"That's right, that's right." Zhang Bao followed suit and then touched his chin, "What An Guo said is really surprising given General Wei's previous style of doing things."
Feng Junhou hummed and smiled without saying a word.
What's so surprising about this?
If you had taken the Engineering Battalion from me, and then I had given you another piece of credit for conquering the Shangdang, you would not have made trouble with me here.
Although Old Man Wei has a bad temper, he still has to be shameless and doesn't hide anything when doing things - to put it bluntly, his emotional intelligence is too low.
It's really uncomfortable to sit there like a clay Buddha waiting for someone in the hot weather.
At this time, as soon as the old man Wei left, Feng Junhou immediately relaxed, leaned on the pillar of the post in an imageless manner, exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep:
"I don't know why, but I just feel upset when he walks in front of me."
As Brother Guan said, Old Man Wei is the oldest, has the most seniority, and has the highest nominal status, but in fact it doesn't matter.
If it were someone else, talking to everyone as an elder, time would have passed.
Unfortunately, this person didn't even have anyone he could talk to. When he was here, the entire inn was like a high-pressure zone.
Not to mention that there are all juniors here, and he doesn't speak. Who dares to speak freely except Feng Junhou?
But Feng Junhou yawned:
"Now that he's gone, I feel relieved."
Seeing his brother-in-law's appearance, Guan Xing felt helpless and earnestly advised:
"What will happen if you endure it for a while? Your status is different now, so you should pay more attention to your words and actions."
Zhao Guang, on the other hand, agreed very much with his brother’s words:
"Brother is right. Somehow, once General Wei left, I felt much more at ease."
"What do you know! Go aside!" Guan Xiaojunhou scolded, "Do you think it's not chaotic enough?"
It was nothing before, can it be the same now?
The emperor has come to Chang'an in person.
With his current status as Alang, how could he act as he pleased before?
Feng Junhou waved his hand:
"Forget it, everyone has left anyway, so there is no point in saying this. Two brothers, the Northern and Southern Army led by you will be responsible for welcoming the Emperor this time."
"Now that the Emperor is approaching, you'd better take a sip of tea and check how the soldiers outside are preparing."
The Northern and Southern Army was the Forbidden Army rebuilt by Adou and his wife with their own small treasury.
Following the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition to Guanzhong, the first battle was a head-on confrontation with the Wei Central Army led by Qin Lang.
It can be said that this was a duel between the imperial armies of Wei and Han.
The new fifth army of Wei State is mostly composed of elite soldiers and veterans. Logically speaking, its combat effectiveness must be stronger than that of Little Fatty's newly built northern and southern armies.
It is a pity that this Wei forbidden army was the one that Sima Yi used to cut off its tail to survive, and it was bad luck.
After the battle in Guanzhong, the Northern and Southern armies were soaked in blood and began to truly grow.
It barely achieved the Prime Minister’s original intention:
After he leaves, the emperor will immediately have a guard army that is capable of actual combat and is completely loyal to the emperor.
The little fat man not only controls the chancellery, but also controls such a guard army, so he can smoothly carry out the change of power.
Today is the day when the Northern and Southern armies are truly under the control of the Emperor.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
After the news came from the last messenger carrying the command flag, densely packed carriages and horses began to appear not far away.
"The emperor is here, hurry up, hurry up!"
The soldiers who were originally stuck out and panting due to the sun seemed to regain their strength immediately after receiving the news, and began to neigh.
"That is how the matter?"
Feng Junhou suddenly pointed forward and shouted.
But I saw someone on horseback leaving the team and facing the emperor's chariot that was approaching.
Guan Xiaojunhou raised the telescope and looked at it, and his tone became colder: "It's Wei Wenchang, he went there by himself."
"Old man!"
Feng Junhou's face suddenly turned livid.
damn it!
It was me who thought too much and overestimated Old Man Wei's overall view!
I thought he was taking the initiative to take a step back, but it turned out that he wanted to do this to me.
When welcoming the emperor, there are rules for who goes first and who comes last.
Wei Yan is the general who Zhendong, and Feng Junhou is the person who takes over from the prime minister to guard Guanzhong.
So logically speaking, the two of them should take the lead to greet him together.
It was obvious that Wei Yan didn't think so at all. It was impossible to say that he thought he wanted to be ahead of Feng Junhou, so he took the lead.
"Let all the generals and officials follow."
Feng Junhou gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
At the same time, someone fetched the horse, got on it, and had to follow Wei Yan to meet the emperor's chariot.
The little fat man had already received the report. He poked his head out of the stopped car and opened his eyes wide, trying to find the person he wanted to see in the crowd.
Unexpectedly, before he could see clearly, he saw someone shouting from the front:
"Your Majesty, Wei Yan, pays homage to your Majesty!"
Um?
The little fat man couldn't help but stretched his neck, trying to see clearly what was going on ahead.
Why is there only one leader, Wei Yan?
Where is my brother-in-law?
"Where is Feng Qing?"
