Of course, the premise is that Zhao Lineng can believe it.
Judging from the current situation, with Lin Bei's style, Zhao Li can't believe anything he says.
"Don't be stunned, help me draw a map!"
The father and son started fucking passionately.
Next, figures came in and out of the tent.
The bribery didn't end until it was close to midnight.
Except for three princes who did not come, the other princes all came.
Everything was quiet outside the tent.
The fingers of the father and son plus Lin Hai were smoking.
Keep counting the banknotes in your hands.
"Six million taels, less." Lin Bei sighed.
The banknote is only six million taels, and the remaining treasure can be converted into money at best one million taels.
IOUs, one for 1 million taels, and two for 500,000 taels.
Added together, the total is only nine million taels.
Added together with the three million taels of silver notes used to extort money from Bafang, the total was twelve million taels.
Among them, there are even two million taels of IOUs that need to be collected.
However, the possibility of getting it back is not very high.
When the autumn hunting is over, their father and son may become a thorn in the eyes of all the princes.
If people don't get their money back, it means the sun is rising from the west.
"Less? You've made a fortune!"
"We've made a fortune!" Lin Zhenshan laughed and lay on the ground.
This money can't be spent in ten lifetimes!
It would be impossible to spend all the money to produce ten prodigal sons like Lin Bei in ten lifetimes!
From now on, the Lin family will undoubtedly be the richest man in the capital!
Even if the descendants of the Lin family no longer serve as officials in the future, they will no longer continue the title of Marquis of Zhongyi.
That must be a wealthy gentry.
"Oh, make a fortune." Lin Bei endured the sorrow in his heart and began to settle accounts.
First of all, if an army of 150,000 enters the grassland, they must eat at least two meals a day.
During a day of marching, you would have to eat at least six compressed biscuits in one meal to have enough energy to march all the way.
Assuming that the Northern Expedition starts, it will take ten days to find the tribe.
Twelve yuan a day per person.
One hundred and twenty yuan for ten days.
Ten thousand people for ten days is 1.2 million yuan.
An army of 150,000 people means 1.8 million compressed biscuits!
But does it really only take them ten days to find the tribe?
No! Within a month or two, they could not reach the depths of the grassland.
Along the way, we have to guard against sneak attacks and being infinitely slowed down.
The amount of compressed biscuits alone is astronomical.
There must be meat!
You must have cured bacon, otherwise where can you add salt and protein.
150,000 people, including 50,000 cavalry.
When a person eats horse chews, his flesh aches just thinking about it.
Fighting is so expensive!
Just eating is enough to burn money.
"It's time to go to bed. There will be autumn hunting tomorrow morning!" Lin Zhenshan lay on the bed.
"Master, rest." Lin Hai also said.
Lin Bei shook his head and continued to calculate the costs on paper.
Today is not the end, and he can't bear to sleep.
Can't sleep at all!
The next morning, Lin Bei rubbed the head of his chicken coop and looked at the final figures, feeling depressed.
An army of 150,000 people patronizes people for food.
For one person, two meals a day will cost him more than one tael of silver.
Take into account the wages of workers and the loss of food.
That works out to two taels a day for one person.
An army of 150,000 people is equivalent to 300,000 taels per day.
Three million in ten days is nine million taels in one month!
It was like going back to before liberation overnight.
With these nine million taels of silver, the cost of the venue and a small amount of food were still taken into consideration.
Although there is no warehouse for storing grain in the Qian family's grain store.
But there are so many grain stores, and there are thousands of kilograms of grain.
As for the venue, they chose the three large houses of the Qian family.
There is also the village where the 300 food grains that were rewarded this time with a sika deer tied with a green cloth are located.
After calculating for a night, Lin Bei found that workers' wages were the most expensive!
It takes up to three months to make so many compressed biscuits and jerky.
The labor costs required are truly astronomical!
Even more expensive than raw materials.
The only advantage is that this assembly line is not a one-time thing.
After the Northern Expedition is over, they can continue to produce compressed biscuits to supply the army.
Then you can make money.
The initial investment of nine million taels of silver will wait until the Northern Expedition is over.
The old emperor Zhao Li must pay it back!
Damn it, I helped you win the Northern Expedition.
I helped you avoid losing 150,000 troops.
Not to mention nine million taels, you have to give me all ninety million taels!
"You haven't slept all night?" Lin Zhenshan sat up from the bed.
"Didn't sleep!"
"Let's go! Qiu Lie!" Lin Bei gritted his teeth and stood up.
He's going to be heartbroken!
If my father hadn't led the army to march north.
He won’t pay for it!
Overnight, almost all the family assets were lost.
Who can bear it?
"You and Lin Hai are waiting for the princess here, I'll go first." Lin Zhenshan waved his hand, got up and walked out.
Lin Bei sat slumped on the bed, looking like he was about to cry.
Princess, princess, her father owes him money!
A total of nine million taels!
It could buy his life!
At Chenshi, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu came.
He took Lin Bei and Lin Hai to the gate of Jingxi Hunting Ground.
Zhao Zhaozhao is riding on a horse, dressed in powerful clothing and carrying a bow and arrow.
The braided hair also turned into a ponytail and was tied high on the back of the head.
"Nine million taels!" Lin Bei looked at Zhao Zhaozhao and said this through gritted teeth.
"What nine million taels?" Zhao Zhaozhao frowned slightly.
"Your family owes me nine million taels!" Lin Bei said with grief and anger.
"Nonsense!" Zhao Zhaozhao snorted and lightly picked up the reins and entered the hunting ground.
"My nine million!" Lin Bei slapped his thigh and followed.
In the hunting ground in the west of Beijing, Zhao Li and a group of ministers were already seated.
Zhao Zhaozhao sat directly next to Zhao Li.
Lin Bei also followed with obsession.
"Nine million taels!"
"Nine million taels of silver!" Lin Bei stared at Zhao Li. Every time he said a word, his heart felt like he was being stabbed by a sharp knife.
"Lin Bei, what are you talking about?" Zhao Li turned around and looked over.
"Don't worry about him, he's having a convulsion!" Zhao Zhaozhao shook his head and glared at Lin Bei.
In a place like this, in front of the ministers, there are some things that should be said and some things that should not be said, let alone said!
Especially his identity, the son of Lin Zhenshan.
Who is Lin Zhenshan? He is the man who offended all the civil servants of the Great Qian Dynasty.
He had never scolded or beaten any of the civil servants present!
Everyone hates him.
If he says something wrong, just wait to be punished!
Lin Bei doesn't even understand this kind of problem!
"Your Majesty, Lin Bei..."
An old minister stood up and was about to attack Lin Bei, but before he could finish his sentence.
The dozen or so princes sitting next to Zhao Li stood up in unison.
Except for the three princes and Zhao Qian who didn't buy the news last night, the other dozen or so people all looked at the old minister angrily.
They all regard the Lin family as allies.
Although I spent money buying the news last night.
But that is a big opportunity that can change your life!
The little money spent on buying news is nothing.
Even if that amount of money were multiplied ten times, it still wouldn't buy a prince.
