The three of them were smart. How could they not understand Jiang Pengji's plan?
But in that case, she would have to take away Liu She's power. This meant that there would be a conflict of interest between father and daughter.
If Liu She was old, it would not be too much to abdicate.
But … Liu She was still in the prime of his life. Would he be willing to give up his military power and be a free rich man?
Whether it was Wei Ci or Feng Zhen, they had no confidence in this matter.
Qiguan Rang turned his gaze to Jiang Pengji and hinted vaguely, "My lord has to discuss this matter with the old master."
Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes and said, "I know. Father will understand."
Qiguan Rang waved his fan and said, "If we can cooperate with the Cui family and understand the situation and military deployment in the northern borderline, we will have the geographical advantage. Popularizing the method of farming will completely solve the food shortage in two to three years. The army will be self-sufficient. The generals have rich experience in war and are very familiar with training troops. In the long run, they will definitely be able to train up a fierce and powerful army. At the same time, the northern borderline will be greatly weakened by the horse plague. Later, with Zixiao's strategy of 'rabbits and sheep', we will have the power to fight the northern borderline in three to five years. "
"It's said in military books that the poor of a country will lose to the teacher, and the people will be poor." Wei Ci added, "If we fight the northern borderline, the long-distance transportation of food will inevitably increase the pressure. The price of food near the army will skyrocket. The local people will be affected and their financial resources will be exhausted. More importantly, the longer the transportation of food is, the higher the risk. Once the food line is cut, the soldiers at the front will be in a desperate situation. In my opinion, my lord can send people to farm in Chongzhou and greatly reduce the transportation of food, so that the soldiers will not have to worry about the rear. "
If food was transported from Hu County or Wanzhou to the frontline in Chongzhou, the consumption would be unimaginable.
In ancient times, the transportation of food mainly relied on manpower and animal power. The journey was long and time consuming.
It did not mean that the frontline would receive the same amount of food as the amount of food transported to the frontline.
The animals that transported the food had to eat, and the laborers that transported the food had to eat too!
If the frontline received one dan of food, the rear had to send 20 to 30 dan!
If there was a war, it was best to farm in a large scale near the frontline. This would greatly reduce the risk and consumption of food transportation.
But … if that was the case, Wei Ci could not help but frown when he thought of other things.
Jiang Pengji asked him, "Zixiao, did you think of something?"
Wei Ci's expression stiffened. He sighed and said, "Due to the impact of the horse plague, the economy of the northern borderline has been severely damaged. As a result, the price of foodstuffs has skyrocketed. A large number of lowly herdsmen are unable to afford foodstuffs and live a difficult life. If the Northern Borderline knows that we are stationing farmland on a large scale at the border of Chongzhou, when the time comes … it will definitely attract a large number of cavalry to plunder … Ci's consideration was not thorough. I'm afraid that the plan just now will not work … "
If that was the case, all the grain they had planted in the fields would be taken away by the Northern Borderline.
Were they storing food for themselves or sending food to the enemy?
When Wei Ci understood this, he felt ashamed and bowed to ask for forgiveness.
Jiang Pengji said, "You're right. Why do I need to apologize? It was a good idea to station fields at the border of Chongzhou to reduce the consumption of grain. If the Northern Borderline sends their cavalry to raid us, we don't have to be afraid. We can directly use these people to practice and get used to the Northern Borderline's fighting style in advance. However, Zi Xiao's suggestion had to be changed. Farming is fine, but it cannot be concentrated in one place. Set up a few more. "
Currently, the Northern Borderline could not mobilize their cavalry on a large scale. They could only plunder on a small scale.
If the Northern Borderline's cavalry came to plunder, they would not be able to plunder much at one time. The losses were small, and they could use them to practice.
If the grain was stored in one place, if the enemy sneaked around and attacked from behind, wouldn't it be awesome to burn the granary?
The four of them discussed the details in detail. Only when the first rays of dawn were slightly tipsy did Jiang Pengji end the topic reluctantly.
The three strategists who were forced to stay up all night to work overtime were speechless.
"… Let's stop talking about this first. I'll write a letter to my father and explain the reason to him. He will support me." Jiang Pengji stretched her body peacefully and said to the three of them, "Do you want to stay for breakfast? Today's breakfast is pork buns with mushrooms. It tastes delicious."
Feng Zhen was used to wandering around. He often stayed up late, but he was not tired.
Qiguan Rang's work and rest schedule had always been stable. He paid attention to his health, but his lord was inhumane. He was used to staying up late.
Needless to say, Wei Ci did not even have eye bags after staying up all night.
"Thank you, my lord."
The three of them ate breakfast with Jiang Pengji and went back with their heads full of battle details.
Feng Zhen and Wei Ci were both single people. Their mansions were close to each other.
When he and Wei Ci returned, he would shake his head while reminiscing about the craftsmanship of the kitchen in the district headquarters. It made Wei Ci dizzy.
Wei Ci asked, "Zi Shi, don't shake your head. I'm dizzy just looking at you."
Feng Zhen said, "Shake your head and see if water has entered your brain."
Wei Ci was speechless.
Feng Zhen continued, "Back then, I was really blinded by lard. How did I end up here? Of all the lords I could have chosen, I just had to choose the one who was the most difficult to serve. If it really didn't work out, I might as well not become an official and be a wealthy idler at home. Now, I have money but no land envoy. There are beauties I can't touch, wine I can't drink, and I don't even have time to sleep … Once I'm on board, I can't get off. "
Just like last night, the lord had a sudden impulse and dragged them along to discuss for the whole night. The whole night!
Did the lord still remember that he was sick and weak?
She was really using men like mules.
Wei Ci suddenly said, "My lord, why are you here?"
Feng Zhen was so scared that his whole body trembled. He hugged Wei Ci and hid behind him.
However —
"Where's the lord?"
Wei Ci smiled innocently. "I'm just scaring you."
Feng Zhen was speechless.
How could he have been so blind to have such a close friend? What a scam!
Feng Zhen silently recited the Mind-clearing Mantra several times before he resisted the urge to strangle Wei Ci.
As they neared the door, Feng Zhen suddenly said, "Zixiao, do you think the old master will really give up power?"
Jiang Pengji had been in the limelight in recent years, but Liu She had been famous for a long time and was now in his prime. Would he really be willing to give up power to his daughter?
"It's hard to say." Wei Ci lowered his eyelids and sneered coldly. "But with the lord's temperament, he has always done things even though he knows it's impossible. If the old master is a smart man, he will make the most correct choice. How can that bastard compete with the lord? "
Although Liu She was different from his previous life, Wei Ci could not be at ease with him.
However, his lord did not react at all. She trusted Liu She, so Wei Ci could not say anything.
The two of them conversed in low voices. They came face to face with a handsome brown-haired youth with a silly smile on his face.
"Sirs, wait a moment!"
Wei Ci and Feng Zhen stopped in their tracks. When they looked, they saw that it was Li Yun, who was beaming with success.
"Sirs, can you give me some advice?"
Feng Zhen teased him. "What advice?"
"I would like to propose marriage to the lord." Li Yun said and nodded his head solemnly.
Wei Ci, who was at the side, trembled and froze on the spot. He slowly tilted his head to look at him. His ink-like eyes carried a chilly intent.
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