frightfiction Chapter 1249 You and Yang... um, cough, neither of you are good people.
Chapter 1249 You and Yang... um, cough, neither of you are good people.
Zhu Laosi, satisfied and full of anticipation, left with a fleet and a letter.
Yang Shaofeng, Liao Yongzhong, and Yu Tongyuan stared blankly at each other.
Yang Shaofeng even had a sense of absurdity, like "not realizing you've got snot in your mouth until it's already in your nose"—the two fast ship fleets that were sent out returned one after another the day after Zhu Laosi left, bringing back the message that "as long as the landing site is in the dead of winter, other places are almost like spring, and there is not much need for cold-weather supplies."
"This is difficult."
Liao Yongzhong frowned, his face full of sorrow yet also somewhat absurd, and said, "The supplies on the ship have all been unloaded here, the dock has started to be built, and even the shorty has started to hunt the snow and wild animals nearby. As a result, the other places that can be landed are like springtime?"
"Then what is this place?"
"So we're the ones who are stupid?"
"Or are we just brainless?"
Yu Tongyuan glanced at Liao Yongzhong and said, "If you're brainless, just say so yourself. Don't drag me and the prince consort into this."
Liao Yongzhong's face darkened, and he then turned his gaze to Yang Shaofeng, asking with a bitter expression, "What do we do now?"
Yang Shaofeng is also having a headache right now.
Let's move to another location. The supplies unloaded from those supply ships are not easy to move, and many warships, horse boats, water boats, and military vessels have already disembarked their people, livestock, and supplies, and the preliminary preparations for port construction have begun.
But if we don't change... is it easier to build a new port in a warm, spring-like place, or to stay in this snow-covered place and build a port? The answer to this question is probably obvious even to someone with their heels.
This is the Ming Dynasty, not some infrastructure powerhouse that dares to erect tunnel boring machines for high-altitude operations.
Seeing that Liao Yongzhong and Yu Tongyuan were staring intently at him, Yang Shaofeng could only sigh helplessly and say, "What else can we do? Let the short guys move the supplies onto the ship, little by little, to the new place."
"At the very least, we need to repair the port quickly and then have the Imperial Observatory figure out the solar terms here, otherwise we won't be able to relocate the people here."
At this point, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but sigh again.
No wonder the Book of Tang records Rinan County and Oshima Island, even mentioning that windows on Oshima Island need to face north, yet I didn't see any trace of the descendants of the Qin and Han people when I came here.
They probably moved to a warmer place or even went back to the Central Plains long ago.
So, behind the eight short characters, "blazing trails and brambles to open up the mountains and forests," how much blood and tears are buried?
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While Yang Shaofeng, Liao Yongzhong, and Yu Tongyuan were organizing the short and stocky men and the Dengzhou navy to move supplies like ants, Heizhima Tangyuan, far away in the capital, was staring blankly at Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen, and other bigwigs in the imperial court.
The main issue was a memorial submitted by Yang Siyi—the commercial taxes collected in the first half of the eighth year of Hongwu's reign alone were enough to cover the expenditures for the entire eighth year of Hongwu's reign!
In other words, Emperor Zhu and the bigwigs in the court originally planned to spend 90 coins and collect 120 coins in taxes. Now the situation has become that 90 coins have not been spent yet, but 150 coins have been collected in commercial taxes, which is seriously excessive!
As the person in charge of the national treasury, Yang Siyi smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.
"In all these years, when has our Ming Dynasty's national treasury ever been so rich for a war?"
"No, it should be said that throughout all dynasties, which country's treasury is as rich as that of our Great Ming?"
Don't be fooled by the claims that the strings used to string coins during the reigns of Emperors Wen and Jing were rotten, or that the Tang Dynasty boasted "even small towns had ten thousand households." In the end, they couldn't compare to the wealth of our Ming Dynasty's treasury!
Hey, I, Yang, have been serving as the Minister of Revenue for seven years with a lot of frustration, but in the eighth year I finally feel that being the Minister of the Treasury is really enjoyable!
Seeing Yang Siyi's worthless appearance, Chen Mo couldn't help but be deeply tempted.
With more money in the national treasury, the Ministry of Revenue could allocate more funds to repair railways.
Xue Xiang, the current Minister of Rites, was also deeply moved.
With the national treasury full of money, can't I build a few more community schools?
Thinking of this, Xue Xiang immediately turned to look at Yang Siyi, but before he could speak, Chen Mo said with a big smile, "Minister Yang, I congratulate you on your fortune! Tonight, it's my treat. Let's drink until we drop at Guiyun Tower!"
Xue Xiang was furious.
Someone actually dared to beat me to it?
Xue Xiang glared fiercely at Chen Mo and said in a deep voice, "Old Yang, Chen Mo's banquets are never good, but I have a few bottles of fine wine at home. You've been eyeing it for so many years, why don't you have a drink tonight?"
Chen Mo glared at Xue Xiang with a dark and sour face, and said, "Minister Xue, even if you're going to be the one to treat us, shouldn't you at least follow the proper order of arrival?"
Xue Xiang immediately retorted, "What kind of good treat could you, Chen Mo, be offering to host?"
"Others may not know who you, Chen Mo, are, but all these people here, surely they know?"
"Don't pretend you're so great."
"You're just like Yang... um, cough, like the Prince Consort, neither of you are any good people."
"..."
Chen Mo was also furious—you can curse all you want, but what do you mean by comparing me to the lord?
I know you, Xue, are mocking me. The problem is, there are those who can talk but those who can't listen. What if someone thinks I'm getting arrogant and trying to be on par with the Master? What if that gets back to the Master's ears? What good will that do me?
Do you know how many people in the Qianqing Palace secretly pass messages between each other?
Chen Mo, his face dark with displeasure, said, "While I am certainly not a good person, did you, Minister Xue, really invite Minister Yang for drinks just for the sake of drinking? If you don't have your eyes on the money and grain in Minister Yang's hands, then dare you write a guarantee on the spot?"
A sudden silence fell over the Qianqing Palace. Even Heizhima Tangyuan, who had been sitting and watching the show, unconsciously reached out and touched his nose.
Chen Mo glanced at the black sesame dumplings, then at Li Shanchang, and just as he was about to chuckle awkwardly, wanting to explain that he hadn't intended to launch a sweeping attack, Xia Yu, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, rushed in from outside. He first handed the secret report to the black sesame dumplings, then bowed and said, "Your Highness, an urgent report from the Embroidered Uniform Guard of Bago: the Imperial Son-in-Law, the Marquis of Nan'an, the Marquis of Deqing, along with officials from the Imperial Observatory, officers from the Dengzhou Fleet, and the Japanese soldiers they brought with them, have already begun land reclamation and construction on Xinming Island."
"The Fourth Prince led an empty supply fleet back to the country, saying he wanted to replenish some winter supplies."
"The Fourth Prince did not mention the return date of the Prince Consort, only saying that everything was fine."
At this point, Xia Yu handed the small package he was carrying to the commander of the Eastern Palace guards: "This was brought back by the Fourth Prince by express messenger. He said it was a novel manuscript written by the Prince Consort himself, and that someone was asked to proofread and print it."
Black Sesame Dumpling put down the secret report in his hand and took the manuscript from the commander of the personal guards.
"What the hell?"
"Dragon-Slaying Saber!"
"Whom to slaughter?"