Nalan Youci pointed at a folding fan beside Lu Baijie's hand, "The fan made by the old Western Shu Dynasty is the painstaking work of Ma Xiaoguan in his later years. There are only two left in the world. One is in the Imperial Study of Emperor Liyang. Probably because of the hot summer, he just wants to look at it and is reluctant to waste it to 'invite the cool breeze'. The other one is in the hands of you, Mr. Tang Xi. Do you know how much rice was used to buy this fan? Six hundred. It sounds like a small amount, right? Even if you have to pay for the cost of the relationship with the buyer, you still earn a lot, don't you think? But let's not wrong the King of Beiliang. He doesn't know how expensive the rice is. The calculation in his mind is not the same as ours. It's a pity that you, Mr. Tang Xi, know the calculation. Even Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen, the two pillars of the country, know it, but it's still useless! "
Nalan Youci came to the half table with yellow rosewood and black patterns. He suddenly tiptoed and sat on the table in an ungraceful manner. He looked at Lu Baijie who was standing and stretched out his hands, "Mr. Tang Xi is not the kind of old-fashioned scholar who only knows how to bury himself in books. He used to be the minister of the Ministry of War in the capital. Although he is not the head of the Ministry of Revenue, he naturally knows the annual rations of the people in the Central Plains and the border army. Although the local customs are different and the rich and the poor are different, they are roughly the same. Mr. Tang Xi is the son of a rich family in Gangnam-do. He knows that you, the richest people in the world, eat extravagantly and have as many as four or even five meals a day. Ordinary people can also maintain three meals a day. 'Two shaos and three stews need to be full. The most expensive fresh fish is yellow rosewood.' This saying even makes me, who is far away in Nanjiang, envious. "
Nalan Youci gently shook one of his hands, "On the other hand, Beiliang is poor. Even the people in Lingzhou have two meals a day. In summer and autumn, they have two vegetarian meals and one meat meal. In spring and winter, they have three vegetarian meals and one meat meal. In spring and winter, they have three vegetarian meals and one meat meal. The young and strong who need to do heavy work can each drink a spoonful of wine. In this way, the young and strong in Beiliang consume about eleven dans of rice a year, and the rations for women and children are reduced by half. If a family of five people is counted, because there is usually one young and strong in the family who is in the border army outside the Great Wall, a family in Beiliang with only one young and strong in the Great Wall needs sixteen to seventeen dans of rice a year. With Xu Beizhi's food collection measures in Lingzhou two years ago, it can roughly guarantee that the food of the people in the Great Wall will not be affected by the war for three years. In a critical moment, it can even provide 500,000 dans of rice to the Beiliang Border Army. However, this is already Beiliang's limit. The second Battle of Liang Mang is imminent. If they fight for a year, with each young and strong in the border army getting eleven dans of rice a year, by next autumn, they will need 3.1 million dans of rice! "
Nalan Youci lightly patted his palm and smiled, "However, the court has only sent 800,000 dans of rice. The remaining 2.2 million dans of rice that was promised is something that even I can't turn around. Furthermore, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. For no reason, we will lose a total of three million dans of rice every year. Cutting off one's path to wealth is like killing one's parents. How can this be tolerated? Moreover, we are giving it to those Beiliang barbarians. If we give it to the Great Pillar State Gu Jiantang's Two Vast Border Army, then we can just pinch our noses and accept our fate. It is not good to throw away our lives for money and future prospects. However, aren't the Beiliang barbarians and the Beimang barbarians dog-eat-dog right now? We can just drag it out. The Xu family's Iron Cavalry can't even protect themselves. How can they free up their hands to compete with us, the transport officials who are far away? "
The four legs of the desk under Lu Baijie's palm shattered with a bang!
The entire desk fell straight to the ground, and the once priceless but now incomparably lowly scholarly furniture scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.
Nalan Youci turned a blind eye and continued with a smile, "Of course, a cornered dog will jump over a wall. The Beiliang side doesn't just rely on cheap sellers to exchange for provisions. Didn't the young man surnamed Xu create a large and powerful Fish-dragon Gang? He let them pave the way all the way down the Guangling River, bringing countless antique collections to open shops in various places. Of course, these Jianghu people's fists are also quite strong. It is said that Transport Commissioner Xu Beizhi has already spread the word that if anyone dares to delay the Fish-dragon Gang's legitimate business, he will let the Beiliang cavalry personally knock on their door and reason with them. In fact, the yamen on both sides of the river and the local garrisons that were previously scared out of their wits by the ten thousand Great Snow Dragon Cavalry were really shocked by this move. Therefore, at this time, they need me, Nalan Youci, to muddy the waters again. "
Nalan Youci stretched out a finger and pointed at his own nose, smiling brightly.
Lu Baijie clenched his fists and stared at the only remaining figure of those strategists.
Zhao Changling, Huang Longshi, Yuan Benxi, and Li Yishan had all died one after the other.
It seemed that only this Nalan Youci had lived to the end, and seemed to have had the last laugh.
Lu Baijie asked, "You, Nalan Youci, just want to help Zhao Bing usurp the throne. Why do you have to do this?!"
Nalan Youci's smile faded, his hands supporting the delicate yellow rosewood table. "My efforts in Beiliang have never been less than in Great Peace City."
Lu Baijie, who had always been gentle and elegant, asked angrily for the first time, "Are you really not afraid that the Beiliang of Li Yang will fight, and only Beimang will benefit?! Nalan Youci, what do you want to do?! "
Nalan Youci did not care about Lu Baijie's murderous intent at all. He said lazily, "Those who know me know my worries, those who do not know me ask what I want."
Then Nalan Youci turned and smiled at the door. "Move back, Mister Tang Xi is just joking."
Lu Baijie laughed in anger. "I am joking with you, Nalan Youci?!"
Nalan Youci asked in response, "Otherwise, can you really kill me?"
This Sword Immortal Tang Xi immediately became dejected.
Lu Baijie had never been so disheartened.
Lu Baijie had never felt so helpless, whether it was when he was willing to be silent in a family full of heroes for a woman, or when he was exiled from Great Peace City by the Emperor of Li Yang, or when he became a prisoner in the Spring Snow Building.
Nalan Youci jumped off the table and sneered softly. "The entire Central Plains will be as helpless as you. You, Lu Baijie, are the first person to experience this."
Lu Baijie silently crouched down and flipped over the table. He looked dazedly at the words the woman had carved in her early years.
After Nalan Youci finished speaking, he slowly walked out of the room and did not forget to close the door for Mister Tang Xi.
That sentence was, "I want to see how the young man surnamed Xu will help you guard the Northwest Gate of the Central Plains!"
Nalan Youci walked out of the house, left the courtyard, and climbed to the top floor of the Spring Snow Building. He came to the corridor and stood against the railing, looking at the Guangling River in the distance.
He muttered to himself, "Drunk holding a wine cup, can swallow the cool breeze of Jiangnan Wuyue! Brushing the armor and blowing, can absorb the strength of the Northwest Qin Long! "
But now, I am living in Jiangnan. You, who said such bold words, have long died in the Northwest.
Nalan Youci raised his head and asked softly, "Li Yishan, if you are still alive, will you persuade your student not to guard the Northwest Gate?"
At this moment, a voice sounded behind Nalan Youci. "Li Yishan will never say this."
Nalan Youci did not turn his head. He quickly returned to normal and asked with a smile, "Why does King of Shu also have the leisure to climb high and look into the distance?"
It was Chen Zhibao's uninvited guest. He said indifferently, "Wu Zhongxuan is nothing. If I throw him into the Beiliang Frontier Army, he can't even be the deputy commander of the infantry. Is he worthy of my attention?"
Nalan Youci finally turned around. He leaned against the fence and said with a smile, "Don't say this in front of Zhao Bing. It's too much of a slap in the face. Back then, Wu Zhongxuan and I, Nalan Youci, were the right-hand men of King Yan."
Chen Zhibao sneered, "So your Nanjiang army is only fit to have internal strife in the Central Plains."
Nalan Youci sighed, "Chen Zhibao, Chen Zhibao, you really have to change your temper of only being willing to speak the truth."
In other words, Nalan Youci obviously did not deny Chen Zhibao. He acquiesced in the contempt of the Beiliang Protector General for the elite army of Nanjiang.
Nalan Youci asked with a smile, "Don't you regret leaving Beiliang?"
Chen Zhibao twitched the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even have the desire to speak.
Nalan Youci turned around again and looked at the Guangling River that rolled into the sea. He said, "Who said that the cavalry can resist the north like a halberd across the river?"
Chen Zhibao still didn't speak.
Nalan Youci leaned on the railing and gently rested his chin on the back of his folded hands, "Beiliang, Beiliang, homophonic, sad, inauspicious. I don't know why that guy didn't persuade Xu Xiao to change at the beginning. "
Chen Zhibao finally sneered and said, "Sad?"
He walked to Nalan Youci's side and laughed, "My Beiliang cavalry has 300,000 soldiers! Life can be sad, but death is magnificent! How can the gentle people of the Central Plains understand! "
Nalan Youci whispered, "Did you say 'I Beiliang'?"
Nalan Youci, who suddenly realized, said to himself, "One day, you are the Beiliang Frontier Army, and you will be a soldier of Beiliang for the rest of your life. I understand. What you have done has nothing to do with the new Prince Liang, Hsu Fengnian, or even with the old Prince Liang, Xu Xiao. "
Nalan Youci turned to support his chin with one hand and patted the railing with the other. He continued to look into the distance, "Chen Zhibao, don't worry. I will help you to make the Central Plains understand. Of course, this is the premise that we can stand here and talk."
Chen Zhibao asked, "Aren't you afraid that Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu will kill you? Especially Zhao Zhu? "
Nalan Youci said a joke that was not very funny, "I'm scared to death."
Chen Zhibao turned and left. He said in a deep voice, "I, Chen Zhibao, don't ask about the process, only the result. If you can't do it by then, don't mention Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu, I will kill you first."
Nalan Youci, who had his back to the white-clothed War Sage, said calmly, "Let's wait and see together with the whole world."
Watch the big joke with me, Nalan Youci, a joke that is not very funny.
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