"That's all." Emperor Renxuan decided not to quarrel with him: "Why did you choose the position of general as a master craftsman?"
Yes, the official position of recruiting talents was chosen by Gu Beichuan himself.
Logically speaking, his poems are excellent and he can control floods.
Emperor Renxuan originally wanted him to be a Hanlin scholar, or an Imperial College scholar like Hu Yan.
Who would have thought that this boy would actually choose a general to be a great craftsman.
This position is not a lucrative one.
"Your Majesty, you will eat as much food as you have. I know this very well."
Emperor Renxuan was speechless when he heard this.
After pondering for a while, his tone suddenly became serious: "I'll give you a word. How can you avoid trouble when you are in the middle of the situation?"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he was suddenly startled and then fell silent.
Yes, I have entered this officialdom. Even if I choose a casual position, can I really not get involved?
"Stay back, I'm tired."
"Wei Chen resigns."
…
The next day, Manlu Hall.
Wei Qing, Zhang Lang and the two princes were all there.
Emperor Renxuan sat high on the dragon chair and said in a low voice, "Has the food donated this time been organized?"
"Da Sinong worked all night long to make arrangements, and he has two million kilograms of grain." Wei Qing stepped forward and said.
Emperor Renxuan nodded slightly when he heard this.
With so much food, disaster relief is no longer a problem.
Maybe there will be some leftover to serve as military rations for the Northern Expedition.
"Who do you think should be sent to implement the flood control strategy written by the Talent Recruitment Policy?"
"Hong Quan comes from a family that controls water resources. He has a delicate mind, a steady manner, and a lot of relevant experience. I think it would be safest to send this person there," Zhang Lang said.
Emperor Renxuan nodded, then narrowed his eyes: "This Canglan flood not only caused disaster, but also capsized all the ships of our Daqian Navy."
"A few days ago, Prince Zhenbei's brother already reported to Shu, saying that without building ships, it is impossible to train the navy."
"What do you think, gentlemen?"
This time, Wei Qing and Zhang Lang did not speak, but glanced at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Prince Yuan respectively.
Emperor Renxuan's appeal for many years has been the Northern Expedition, and what lies between Daqian and Beiyan is the thousand-foot-high Yayu Snow Mountain. Why does he need a navy?
Naturally, it is used to guard against Xiliang.
If we don't train the navy, then the whole country will go to the Northern Expedition, and the rear will inevitably be empty.
No matter how famous the King of Zhenbei is, it is impossible to block the entire Xiliang with his reputation alone.
Besides, Xiliang is famous for its water battles with buildings, boats and water.
If Daqian does not have a building ship, then on the Canglan River, Xiliang will undoubtedly have the best time and place, and has full control of the initiative. If it wants to hit you, it can hit you. If it doesn’t want to hit you, it can just turn around and leave, while Daqian’s army can only watch. The river is helpless.
Therefore, this building must be rebuilt.
Obviously, what His Majesty asked was not this question, but...where did the money for building the building ship come from!
"The building and boat matter is related to border defense, and border defense is no small matter."
"If there is a shortage of craftsmen, just recruit them. If there is a shortage of money, just ask the aristocratic families to donate." The prince said in a calm tone.
When Wei Qing heard this, his heart trembled.
The prince's words...are he trying to completely exclude the princeling faction from the aristocratic family factions?
If he heard this normally, Wei Qing would naturally smile.
But now, there is inevitably a trace of worry.
After all...His Royal Highness Prince Yuan and the generals are at odds with each other, but the princelings are constantly fighting among themselves.
It is really……
But now that it's over, it's hard to say anything more.
"It's just that the officials of the aristocratic family have just donated money and food for disaster relief. If I ask them to donate money and food for building ships, I'm afraid they won't agree easily." Xiang Longyuan took a step forward and expressed his worries at the right time.
"In this case, why not let the nobles pay for this money?" Xiang Baichuan had no expression on his face.
The corner of Xiang Longyuan's mouth twitched twice and he said hurriedly: "The nobles are not like aristocratic families. In addition to their own salaries, they only have rewards from the court."
"The salary is only enough to maintain expenses. Since the reward has been given, why should it be taken back? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the court to ask the nobles to pay this money?"
"Then let the aristocratic families come forward. I believe they will be happy to share the country's worries." Xiang Baichuan remained expressionless.
Seeing this, Xiang Longyuan became silent and stopped talking.
Xiang Baichuan is willing to cut off his own arm, and he is naturally happy to see it happen.
Emperor Renxuan nodded slightly: "Just do as the prince wishes."
…
Qiandu West Street, Zhengdefang, Gufu.
In the huge courtyard, there were carts and carts of silver and all kinds of jewelry and jades parked, making the entire courtyard look like jewels.
Gu Beichuan looked at the accounts in his hand, pondered for a long time and then said, "Is it all here?"
"Yes, all kinds of jewelry, jade, agate and jade, plus the silver itself, the total is about 1.2 million taels of silver!" Zheng Jian looked at the silver in the courtyard and swallowed.
He had always known that his master's business was profitable, but he didn't expect... to make so much money!
This is probably wealth that an ordinary person cannot accumulate in a lifetime... no, even in nine lifetimes!
Gu Beichuan felt that it was okay, and even felt that it was a little lacking.
After all, this is the capital where every inch of land is precious!
The consumption level is much higher than that in Huainan.
There are also shopping mall shops on Gandu West Street, and the monthly rent is also a considerable income.
It’s not surprising that he can earn so much after doing so.
What's more, this is only half of it.
There are about 1.2 million taels, mostly real estate, which cannot be converted into money.
"Okay, then cover it with a black cloth, call a few trustworthy guys, and let's enter the palace."
"Enter... the palace?" Zheng Jian was dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that he would one day be able to enter the palace.
…
Royal Palace, Qiande Hall.
"No! I dare to guarantee it with my life, there is absolutely no extra money!"
"His Majesty previously ordered veterans to donate hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food for disaster relief. This has exhausted the savings of the Yang family for decades. How can we get the money to build a building ship in this short period of time?"
"Your Majesty, even if you force this veteran to death, the Yang family won't be able to come up with this money!"
In the Qiande Hall, Yang Huai no longer saw the ancient well without waves of the past, crying with runny nose and tears.
"Your Majesty, even the Yang family can't afford such a large amount of money, and my Duan family can't even afford it." Duan Qingyan, the imperial censor, also cried, and Yang Huai's voice rose and fell, as if they were echoing each other.
Emperor Renxuan looked at these people coldly and said: "The building and ship are the weapons of the country, and the construction cannot be delayed."
"This money is considered to be borrowed by the imperial court from you. It will be repaid in full after the Northern Expedition."
When Yang Huai and others heard this, they immediately sneered.
After the Northern Expedition, he returned everything in full, which is nice to say.
But it’s not certain whether we will still be there after the Northern Expedition.
"Your Majesty, this is not a matter of not paying it back, it's because I really can't get it out!" Yang Huai and others seemed to be determined and refused to comply.
For a moment, the Qiande Hall fell into deathly silence.
At this moment, a cry suddenly came from outside the palace: "Hey, make way, make way, let's give money to His Majesty."
