C187 A Battlefield Without Smoke(1)

Fu Ting's previous words were not a push. Both of them had been scholars for their entire lives. They were truly people who did not know how to earn money and did not know how to care about money. "It is not that the national treasury does not have money, but that it does not have anything. Qingcheng, you must clearly distinguish this point. "

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly. "Where did I get money from?"

"Heh." Fu Ting smiled. He said, "Now that the entire Central Plains is in your hands, how many iron mines, copper mines, and silver mines are there? Who dares to say no if you want to mine? "Fu Ting wrote a series of equations on the paper, then pointed to the first one and said," Before Emperor Zhou Wen reached Jiangnan, half a copper coin can buy a bowl of tea. After he came, he bought two copper coins and a bowl of tea. Silver coins, silver coins, and that copper coin. Why? "

"There are fewer things, and more silver coins for a bowl of tea." Ji Cheng understood. "In the end, it is still a matter of population. No one can create things. Money cannot buy them."

This was the logic. It was just a little more troublesome to explain. I can't tell Ji Cheng that large amounts of money are disrupting the economy of society. There was no such word in this era. "Silver is a dead thing that can't feed the living. How can the world care about the survival of the people? We can't rush it. " Fu Ting Zhi stopped Ji Cheng and was about to say something. "Don't, Qingcheng, I can't do this. It's not that Ting Zhizhi doesn't want to help you, it's just that he really didn't do it well. However, I can recommend someone to you. Do you dare to use him? "

" Why wouldn't I dare? " Ji Cheng said seriously, "I don't want to talk about the people beside me. I still have the power, and the military power is stable."

Fu Ting smiled and took out a pen to write down the words' sovereign power 'and' military power. "Hold on tight. Without these two titles, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed." Squinting his eyes to look at Ji Cheng's expression, Fu Ting said, "Aren't you worried about putting the South in an important position?"

"I also want to use my own people, but they don't know a single word other than war. How do we rule the country?" Ji Cheng looked at Fu Ting with sincerity. "We cannot give up on martial arts, but we cannot give up on literature. Governing a country is not something a group of martial artists can do. This is not something that can be done without fear."

"Then, what do you plan to do with the meritorious officials who followed your father to conquer the country?" This matter could not be done casually. Fu Zhizhi also became serious. "Don't just send Emperor Zhou Wen away when you start fighting internally again. Won't the civilians live? "

"Those uncles and royal fathers have long made arrangements. The grassland will be sent to guard it." Ji Cheng did not hide anything and told Fu Tingzhi everything in detail. "The ones that are difficult to deal with are my ten over brothers. All of them have military merits. Each of them has fiefdom. " The most difficult one is the First Prince, who is jumping up and down in the capital and refusing to accept his fate. If he loses an arm, he will not be able to take care of it properly. He had no fate with the throne, but he seized it from his brothers. "Especially Boss, he racked his brains to pull me down from my horse."

"Don't worry, let him cause trouble in the Imperial Capital?" The eldest prince was the eldest son, and he was the eldest son. Even though he was crippled, he still had the ability to rally supporters and destroy power. "Aren't you afraid that he will take advantage of your absence... to force the palace?" The last two words were spoken softly but very heavily.

"Of course I'm worried." Ji Cheng had a cold smile on his face. "Did you forget that his soldiers were all left in the majority?" He took a pen and wrote "two" on the paper. "Even beggars have three friends, let alone me." He knocked on the word "two" and said, "This brother of mine might be a little sinister towards the people of Great Zhou. He treats me sincerely." He sighed: "That's him. The brothers beside him really don't trust him."

Ji Cheng thought with a smile. It would be better to say that Liu was convinced of his loyalty. "I went through life and death in front of him. There must be someone outside the palace to help me. My master is a man who does big things. I don't dare to work for him. I wouldn't dare either. "

"If you don't work, then use me. Ye Qingcheng, you really have a conscience." Fu Tingzhi reached out and pinched Ji Cheng's cheek: "Tell me honestly, what did your second brother do for you?"

"They were the ones who first used poison to kill my mother. I was just returning the favor." Ji Cheng cupped his hands and begged for forgiveness as he explained honestly, "The doctors in the grassland are different from the Imperial Physicians of Emperor Zhou Wen. They only scold people with words like 'treating livestock'. I think what they say is very reasonable. "

The head of the Talisman Pavilion, oh, the head of the Talisman Pavilion. To think that you were so smart that you forgot the secret of the royal family. It was better not to know than to know. Sigh!

He didn't expect Ji Cheng to be so honest. "You... you..." He swallowed the words "father and brother back into his stomach with difficulty. Fu Ting let go of Ji Cheng's hand and said, Do you trust me? I'll say your second brother."

"He and I have been tied together for a long time. If there is one thing that I want him to do, can he live alone?" Ji Cheng broke the mystery with a single sentence. "Don't worry."

Fu Ting shook his head and tried to cover his ears a few more times to throw everything he heard away. "Other than that, the other princes do not have any soldiers?" Fu Ting stuttered and changed the topic. "How many soldiers do each of them have?"

Ji Cheng smiled. "This is Master's foresight. He is the Grand Marshal of the army. All the soldiers in the world are in my hands." Ji Cheng took out the Tiger Tally and showed it to Fu Ting. "Without this, no one can think of mobilizing a single soldier."

Fu Ting calmed his mind and took the Tiger Tally. He tossed and turned it in his hand. "There is only this thing. Aren't you afraid that it will be copied?"