The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 157 White Tiger Festival

Can my eldest wife, Cao Tan, lead an army?

Liang Xin retorted without politeness: "If God allows me to go to that place again, it doesn't take much. I will bring some things back and equip a thousand female soldiers. These 1000 people will stand on the plain without any defense and draw a line." , millions of Liao troops... Humph!"

Liang Xin didn't say any more.

Gao Shilin's expression became serious: "How?"

Liang Xin smiled: "They will escape."

"How about not running away?"

"Kill them all without harming anyone."

Gao Shilin stared at Liang Xin for a full stick of incense.

As for Liang Xin, her eyes were full of confidence.

Hahaha.

Gao Shilin laughed loudly: "It's a pity that you can't go."

"Alas..." Liang Xin was instantly discouraged.

After appreciating Liang Xin's wry smile, Gao Shilin said: "If Shen Chong's side is properly organized, 1000 people can deal with [-] Liao troops, and the loss will be less than [-]%. I believe it. This is too far-fetched. What are you doing here today? Why? I sit here specially, do you know that this is the White Tiger Festival Hall?"

Liang Xin: "Deploy [-] forbidden troops and go to Raozhou. There is no need to wait for people from the Ministry of Industry to find out the Raozhou copper mine. I will tell you now that there are countless reserves there. If there are enough people to dig it, it will be [-] tons per year. Copper is not a problem, there will be five hundred catties of gold and two thousand catties of silver. Shen Chong is already recruiting people to build a mint."

Gao Shilin asked: "What are your requirements?"

"A person you can trust."

"Good to say."

Gao Shilin nodded at Miao Lu, and Miao Lu stood up and walked out while he went to pick someone up.

Liang Xin said: "Wait a minute, I still need three thousand forbidden troops and three thousand naval troops. We are going to dig salt. I am going to write a letter to the Jurchens and buy [-] slave labor."

"No problem." Miao Lu responded and went out.

Gao Shilin said: "Why is it suddenly moving? Don't you wait?"

Liang Xin: "No wait, I have already thought of a way to secretly recruit Lu Huiqing to return to Bianjing. The sun will rise as usual without anyone in this world. I don't care about the people who use me, but I care about the people who want to control me, Zhang Dun You have no grudge against me, but it affects my big plan, so I can only say...I'm sorry."

Gao Shilin asked: "Dianqian Division, 420 commanders, how many people can you make willing to follow you?"

Gao Shilin did not promote senior military attachés, only mid-level military attaches.

There are 420 commanders, each in charge of 500 people. These talents are the backbone and backbone of the front department.

The generals who lead the troops are temporarily arranged.

Only the commanders and the 500 people they control will never be separated.

Gao Qiu was known as Yuhou, but he didn't have half a soldier under his command.

In the Song Dynasty, there were hundreds of people in each capital, with the head of the capital and the deputy head of the capital.There are five capitals and one battalion, with the battalion officer as the commander.There are five battalions and one army, and the army is Yuhou.The Tenth Army is in one compartment, and the compartment is the commander of the capital.

Liang Xin picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said calmly: "Miao Shuai went to call for people, wait for them to come."

Gao Shilin didn't expect that Liang Xin would be so confident.

Soon, people came.

Not dozens of people, not hundreds of people, close to 1000 people.

Only a dozen people entered the White Tiger Festival Hall, while the rest stood outside.

Those who came in were all people with high prestige in the army, older ones, a few Yuhou, and more than a dozen commanders. Those Yuhou who had air pay were not an exception.

Commanders are also divided into deputy commanders.Here, there are less than one-fifth of the middle-level military attachés of the Palace Front Division, and many of them are out there, making it impossible to summon them immediately.

Liang Xin stood up: "Western Army, someone recently impeached the Western Army, saying that the military discipline of the Western Army is not strict, and Zhong Shidao and other generals committed crimes. The person who impeached this matter has been promoted and went to Weizhou to be the magistrate."

Phew, someone laughed immediately.

I can't help it.

What kind of place is Weizhou? It is the base camp of cultivating teachers.

The Zhong family has been operating in Weizhou for several generations.

Liang Xin continued: "I wrote a letter to Zhong Shidao and scolded him. Why, because he was stupid. My soldiers went to rob a poor family who couldn't even open the pot. In addition to being scolded, What else can you do? Go and rob the nobles. You can find something if you dig in the nobles' houses. Look at the Hezhong Mansion, how much money they dug out. So, he was wrong."

After finishing speaking, Liang Xin saluted everyone: "Recently, I have a business, please help me. As for me, I am not a big shot, I am just the uncle of the Cao family. I married the eldest daughter of the Cao family, Cao Jiyang County The king's daughter. My family is not a wealthy one, my father is Liang Shicheng."

The faces of those standing at the front couldn't help but twitch.

Are you not a big shot yet?
Where is the tax camp? It's just two streets away from our palace. Those guys have meat for every meal.

Even the clan members dared to make trouble and were rewarded when they came back.

I was so tired from searching my house that I couldn't even straighten my back.

The most annoying thing is that after being given a reward, I can't carry it back. I can't take him home, and I have to come to the front office to borrow a donkey cart.

At this time, Liang Xin nodded to Liang Zhong. Liang Zhong took out a huge piece of cloth from his backpack. Several conductors stepped forward to help hang the cloth up.

map.

East China Sea map.

Liang Xin stood in front of the map: "The Jurchens are fighting against the Koreans. We will talk about this later. This place is called Dayi Prefecture, and there is a kind of field here called salt field. Let me explain what salt field is."

Liang Xin explained the process of drying salt very seriously and in detail.

Even illiterate veterans understood it.

Is it so simple.

Liang Xin asked: "If anyone understands, or if they don't understand, you can ask questions."

A veteran came forward and said, "Officer, we don't quite understand what you heard. What you mean is that when the tide is high, seawater is put into the shallow pool, and then layer by layer, until the third layer is reached, it is the salt pond, and the bottom of the pond is Salt will continue to accumulate. Is it that simple?"

Liang Xin said: "It's not easy. If you fail to take care of it when the tide rises, the saved salt water will be washed back into the sea. Your hard work will not be in vain. Let's talk about the third layer. What if you come from Chipin Salt Water on the beach? , mixed with sediment, it will be difficult to have pure white fine salt, this is a craft job."

What kind of craft work?

From the ears of veterans, this job can be done if you have some strength.

More than 1 million kilograms of salt a year.

In terms of money, even if a pound of salt costs only ten cents, it is still one billion dollars, a million dollars.

Liang Xin continued: "The salt is divided. The excess is sold and converted into commodities to be sent to the Jurchens. Let's talk about the Jurchens attacking Korea. I want the slave labor and transport it to Dayi Prefecture."

"The mountains and plains of Dayi Prefecture are full of all kinds of hemp, as well as high-quality wood for shipbuilding. Bring them back."

"The hemp is turned into clothes, and we sell it to the Jurchens in exchange for slave labor. The slave laborers can work in the salt fields and the hemp fields."

At the door, someone suddenly shouted: "Can you change Silla's maid?"

Gao Shilin's face sank. He interrupted casually. This was the face of the former minister of the palace. Just when he was about to order punishment, Liang Xin's voice became much louder: "Would you like a martial arts contest? Ten Silla maids, one Goryeo maid." Girl, take it home."

"Bi, bi." Nearly 1000 people screamed.

(End of this chapter)