Li Gang finally felt a little nostalgic about the emperor—

Although Emperor Shang is an art emperor who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is omnipotent in Cuju, and he also likes to visit brothels with his uncle Wang Shuo, which is a real "frivolous one cannot rule the world", no matter what, Emperor Shang will not be like the current official family.

He is arbitrary and domineering, and he still curses and makes him dirty. Following the emperor is simply two extremes.

But no matter what, Li Gang still thinks that it is good to be an emperor nowadays. If he changes his emperor and continues to be an emperor, he probably has the first thing he does to return Xijin Prefecture, Datong, Fengshengzhou and other places to the Jin Kingdom, and then discuss the matter of peace.

He shook his head vigorously, threw this fucking idea out of his mind, and following Zhao Huan, Li Gang, who was running wildly behind him, shouted: "Official family! The national treasury! The national treasury has no money!"

Zhao Huan snorted, but ignored Li Gang anymore, but directly led a large group of people to Longde Palace.

Zhao Jixiang was painting in the yard.

"The paintings of Father are getting better and better."

Zhao Gou looked at the picture of the wintersweet mountain birds drawn by Zhao Jixiang, and smiled: "These two birds have agile eyes. One is lying on the branch, and the other is flapping its wings and about to fly. It is really exciting, but I don't know when my son will have half of the ability of his father."

“What’s the point of drawing well?”

Zhao Jixiang did not eat this set, and wrote the poem "The mountain birds are elegant in their appearance, the plums are gentle and soft, and there is a painting agreement, and the Qianqiu points to the white hair", and finished the title of "Longde Palace Made and Written by Jiangnan Laozi". After using a private seal, he picked up a hand towel and wiped his hands, sighed, "After all, it's just a small path. I'm indulging in these small paths, and I end up like this now."

As he spoke, Zhao Jixiang's face became extremely gloomy and he said angrily: "It was Wang who misled me in the end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the cry of "Watching the Officials" coming from outside the door. Zhao Huan's almost iconic laughter also came from afar: "Is the father still safe in Longde Palace? My son has been thinking about his father and is only indulging in the government affairs. Today, I have found a little time to spare. I hope his father forgives his crime?"

Zhao Jixiang's face changed again and again, but in the end he could only bow slightly helplessly and answered: "I have seen the official family."

"What is Father doing?"

While signaling Wuxin to put away the newly drawn pictures of the winter plum mountain birds on the table, Zhao Huan smiled and said with a smile: "Father is still the emperor of the Song Dynasty after all, how could he say this? Oh, by the way, thank you for giving the painting."

It was not until then that Zhao Huan seemed to have just seen Zhao Gou and said to Zhao Gou: "I am indulging in the government affairs and have little time to visit my father. I have to bother my ninth brother to come here more than enough to fulfill my filial piety."

Zhao Gou stared at the map of the birds in the mountains of the Hanmei Mountains that were rolled up by Wuxin and replied: "Yes. I am not as busy as the emperor's brother, and I still have some time."

Zhao Huan nodded and walked into Longde Palace again, saying as he walked: "Is it still a habit that my father lives in Longde Palace?"

Zhao Jixiang's pupils shrank, and he said helplessly: "I live in Longde Palace very comfortably, and I have to worry about the officials."

Zhao Huan seemed to not hear the sarcasm in Zhao Jixiang's tone, but instead said with a smile: "It's good to live, but my son is afraid that my father will not live.

You don't know, Li Gang and Li Ruobing are so annoying. As soon as my sons talk about the re-blooming stone gang, they can make some strange flowers and plants, and come back to pay filial piety to the emperor, they keep saying nonsense that wastes the people and loses money, and always say that if my sons insist on doing their own thing, they will be killed on the dragon pillar in the Golden Palace. My sons wish they could hit them directly on the dragon pillar."

After complaining about his hardship, Zhao Huan asked while wandering around the Longde Palace: "By the way, I don't know what masterpiece has my father been released recently?"

Zhao Jixiang's mouth twitched and said in a muffled voice: "Not much, not much."

"It's probably that's the case."

Zhao Huan said with a smile: "My son has been cultivating one's character recently. I just borrowed my father's calligraphy and paintings to observe and learn from. My father won't be reluctant to leave those calligraphy and paintings, right? By the way, I heard that the prices in Bianjing City have risen a little more now?"

...

Zhao Jixiang has only recently drawn more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings with poems, motifs and inscriptions. Zhao Huan sent someone to exchange for about 200,000 guan of money. The treasury, which was about to bottom, immediately became much richer. Even the treasury was tens of thousands of dollars more money in the treasury.

After having money, Zhao Huan immediately prepared to lead troops to smash the place with the Xixia Li's surname—

I can thank you later when I was trapped in the previous episode of the city, but the good horses in Xixia are hard to wait. The brave Zhu family Dalang in Zhujiazhuang is definitely not a good person. If there is the first time, there will be a second time. I can't say when that guy will go to Xixia to steal horses again.

When Zhao Huan thought of this, he became more and more worried about his good horses. While leaving the draft behind, he was busy ordering people to prepare food, grass, and armor, and to send troops to completely kill Xixia.

Of course, before sending troops, Zhao Huan also had to publish the first signed article in the freshly released newspaper, pointing out the necessity of the expedition to the Western Xia, and by the way, let the unsuccessful literati subordinates of the Imperial City Department develop articles, turning Xuantian, the surname Li of the Western Xia, into a demon who can do everything he wants and cannibalize the hearts of people.

In addition, Zhao Huan is also preparing to play war bonds—

Bonds were sold in the name of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and each five-cent coin was paid. After the Xixia market was smashed, the seizure was settled. The seized things were converted into money and returned to the people according to the amount of bonds they held.

As for some people who are worried that the prisoners cannot be converted into money? Just kidding, why shouldn’t a laborer be worth five jin of money?

What if you don’t make money? Isn’t that even a bullshit? How can you not make money in war? Not to mention how much the Great Wall can those workers build and how much value they can create, just how much money they will be worth!

Besides, killing Xixia basically means opening up half of the Hexi Corridor. Whether the remaining half is a good talk with Xiliao or simply killing Xiliao completely, isn’t that all money?

Therefore, it is impossible to lose money in war, and it is never possible to lose money. Even if you don’t make too much money for a while, it doesn’t matter. At worst, you can regard those good horses as war dividends and convert them to the people who have purchased bonds.

Li Gang and Li Ruobing were also impressed.

If the emperor has half of the skills of the current official family, Xixia will definitely not be able to jump up, and the Jin Kingdom will never dare to go south!

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Chapter completed!