The monarch and ministers of the Song Dynasty who were complaining in their hearts did not affect Zhang Changzong's sincere look at Di Renjie, trying hard to make his face look handsome, sincere and trustworthy: "Di Gong, is money important for a war to a country?"

Di Renjie is not a pedantic person. He has been from grassroots officials to prime ministers, so he naturally knows the benefits of money and nods: "It is important. However, a gentleman loves money and takes it well. In addition to the Turks, our dynasty still has a vassal state. If this example is opened, it will probably damage the reputation. As a monarchy, the kingly way is our right way, and we should follow the right way."

Zhang Changzong smiled: "What Di Gong said is. However, the treasury does not have much money? I remember that Di Gong had no choice but to abolish Anxi and Anbei Protectorate to reduce expenses. This year, I will fight this war, and I am afraid it will be even more sad to go back."

Di Renjie silently rolled his eyes at him and reminded him quietly: "Shimao, although I am a gentleman, I have a bit of shame in front of Chen Boyu. You will be beaten like this."

Zhang Changzong laughed and stopped being a monster. He took Di Renjie down to sit down, and then took out a stick on the mud in the camp, and then wrote and painted the books on the ground. "I'm not hiding it, my seniors went to the six ministries for a few days to squat at the six ministries for a few days. Seeing that the six ministries were preparing for the army to go to the expedition, they roughly made up the accounts..."

Then, Zhang Changzong began to calculate how many troops were deployed this time, how many grains, weapons, soldiers, and soldiers were transferred. Then, during the march, how many people and horses should be used every day during the war, how many people and horses were lost during the war, how many people and horses were lost. Zhang Changzong quickly and accurately calculated clearly. Di Renjie was stunned for three seconds, and then looked at Zhang Changzong with a strange expression: "This is the result of Shimao going to the six divisions...uh, how many days have they squatted?"

Zhang Changzong smiled slightly: "It's just a rough estimate, but the difference should not be big, it's roughly this number. Then, Di Gong, you know that I am strict in command of troops, and I am not allowed to burn, kill, loot, and the soldiers who follow me are poor. If I can get some compensation, reward the soldiers who have made meritorious will be of great encouragement to morale. And the people, the people in the border let the Turks rob back and forth, treating them like leeks in their own fields, and they still think about the next batch after cutting them, which is very unkind."

He paused in disgust and continued to encourage him: "So, Duke Di, although it is necessary to protect the safety of our borders and the people, the Turks come whenever they want, and rob them when they want. After the war, they pat their butts and leave. Is it a little lighter? The younger generation still thinks that since they win this time, they must win to make them remember deeply and learn from them a lesson. Leijingguan is to show his power, and to make compensation cut their flesh. The Turks must always understand that if people are poor, don't fight. War is something that rich can do."

Di Renjie: "..."

Looking at the old man's speechless expression, Zhang Changzong suddenly realized and quickly changed his words: "Three generations of generals are a taboo for Taoism; military force is powerful, and there are ancient precepts. The Turks do not understand it, so we can teach, right, educate."

Di Renjie: "..."

Why don’t you still not speak? Isn’t it gentle enough?!

Zhang Changzong was wondering whether he wanted to pull out "The Art of War" and "Tao Te Ching" as an argument. The old man had already reached out and patted his shoulder, raised his face, frowned and said, "But it's hard to say to the outside world, it's hot."

Zhang Changzong said with great experience: "What's the difficulty? Isn't it just a statement? It's simple. The Turkish Khan loves the people under his tent. In order to redeem them, he is willing to redeem them with cattle and sheep. I am benevolent and righteous in the dynasty, and I cannot bear to leave the Turkic people's wives and children, so I specially returned them. Di Gong thinks, what's the statement? Of course, this is just a general idea. When it is officially released to the public, I must repair it."

Di Renjie looked at him and was silent for a long time before speaking: "Shimao, do you still have nephews of the right age in your family? There are also ladies in my clan. What if we are relatives?"

Zhang Changzong was so clever, and he immediately understood: "Thank you for your support. Don't worry, negotiations are asking for a price everywhere and paying back the money. When we cooperate well, we still have great hope."

Di Renjie nodded and hurriedly reminded him: "Zhang Wenying, who came with you, is your nephew? Do your brothers have sons younger than Wenying?"

The old man was quite persistent. Zhang Changzong said happily: "Yes, our family is Ding Xingwang, my fourth brother, fifth brother and son, and Di Gong really wants to marry and be relatives with our family?"

Di Renjie sighed: "Actually, I like your son more. However, you have not gotten married yet. I am afraid I will not be able to wait for the time to be relatives with you. Fortunately, it is good for the church to teach your children. Your brothers are pretty good, and it is the same for bride with your brothers."

Zhang Changzong smiled and said, "Thank you, Di Gong, for your attention. You can discuss this matter after returning to Beijing."

Di Renjie looked at him, reached out to him to support him and stood up without hesitation, and said, "You have a world in your heart, but you are not confined. You are full of tricks and cunning. With a leader like you, the Zhang family is expected to be a relative in the future."

Zhang Changzong smiled and bowed: "I am just believing that Di Xiang is praising me."

The old man was not a pedantic person, and he laughed and said, "I'm praising you. Forget it. When the negotiations are underway, we will cooperate well, and strive to make my last stroking of the border perfectly. It will be worth my age and still running here."

"Hey, don't worry, I will do my best."

Zhang Changzong responded with a smile and helped Di Renjie to the bed with great diligence: "Since Di Gong also agrees with the younger generation's idea, then while it's still early, we will determine the general direction and determine the general direction. The details need to be addressed and thought about it."

Di Renjie smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Then, the two of them gathered around a table, wrote and painted, and talked. They didn't leave until it was dark. However, after Zhang Changzong left, the candlelight in Di Renjie's camp did not go out. He immediately recruited his subordinates and began to distribute Zhang Changzong's strategy.

As soon as the strategy was released, there were naturally opponents, but they were all suppressed by the old man. His Majesty promised him the right to act cheaply, so he naturally had the full authority to decide on the negotiations. This should be Di Renjie's last time to ease the border. If he could do more things for the people of this land, his life would be safer, and he would be willing to do anything.

Di Renjie was persuading his subordinates and assigning tasks, and Zhang Changzong did not care less about it. He returned to the camp and asked that Jiang Tao had already taken office, so he didn't care about rest. He put the things he had written in advance, turned around and went to Jiang Tao's office to study with Jiang Tao-
Chapter completed!