Chu Chen Kee

It has gradually entered the early winter season, and the grassland is gradually covered with withered and yellow colors.The originally endless green color is now only a piece of withered and bleak.

This winter is a difficult season for all the tribal countries on the Kyushu continent.

The gates of the Yuezhi King City were closed tightly, and the flags on the city's head were torn by the wind in the cold wind, making a sound of hunting.

Wearing a thick bearskin robe, Xizhu sat on the highest floor of the majestic palace.Winter, for him and Li Chenhuan, is not a good time to start a war.

They are all waiting for an opportunity, perhaps in the early spring, it will be their chance to win.

It's just that before that, they don't have much time to prepare.And in this winter, a sense of tension diffused in the dark caused everyone to fall into a state of silence strangely.

"Your Majesty, although the food reserves in our hands can barely last until spring, there will not be enough food for war preparations in the future." The Minister of Finance of the Yue Clan reported on the Internet with a guilty conscience.

Xizhu hummed lightly, casually raised the index finger of his left hand, and casually twirled the red gemstone ring on his finger, which was almost the size of a pigeon egg: "How is the harvest this year?"

The Minister of Finance coughed dryly, and lowered his head to avoid Xizhu's gaze: "Go back to your lord, counting the grain harvested from other tribes and the grain and grass looted from the Tang caravan, there are already 20 shi of grain and grass."

"Is it only 20 shi?" Xizhu glanced at the Minister of Finance, with an indifferent smile on his lips, "The elite fighters under my king's command are no less than 50. How can a mere 20 shi be enough?"

The Minister of Finance looked at Xizhu in embarrassment, and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, the Tang Dynasty is now heavily guarded against us. Even if we want to secretly buy food from the Central Plains, there is nothing we can do about it. In addition, some tribes on the grassland are now fighting with us. The Guifang tribes are colluding together, and they are mostly nomadic, so there is nothing we can do about them."

The movement of Xizhu's hands suddenly stopped.

The chancellor's heart tightened accordingly.

"Oh." Unexpectedly, Xizhu just responded lightly, and started to fiddle with the ring on his finger again.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer suddenly became more disturbed.

The Minister of Finance is the grandfather of Xizhu, who was appointed by the previous old Yuezhi king when he was in office, and a beauty in their family was dedicated to the old Yuezhi king, who was more favored than the rest, and they also benefited a lot from it .

That was the time when they were at their heyday.

Until the old Yuezhi King was assassinated and passed away suddenly, their good days also came to an end.

The newly appointed third prince had an unstable personality, and the whole family was careful to serve him, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be disliked.

But the strange thing is that every time the dynasty changes, there will always be a power overlap. It is almost normal for the upper class to support and support their own family power.

After Xizhu took office, everything moved forward according to the previous pace, without any power alternation. At first this was disturbing, but gradually, all the nobles relaxed their vigilance.

The Minister of Finance secretly observed Xizhu's facial expression, and found that it was really difficult to see any changes on that face, so he swallowed dryly.

"Chiqiong, Takashi, and Moganer." Xizhu casually pointed out the three most famous noble families in the Yue clan.

The Minister of Finance looked up at him inexplicably.

Xizhu suddenly showed a calm smile: "These three tribes colluded with other races, and you provided the evidence to this king. Now let's ransack the homes of these three tribes."

The Minister of Finance hadn't recovered yet, and looked at Xizhu foolishly: "But Your Majesty, I didn't..."

"Huh? Don't you have any? Or do you think your family can be worth these three families?" Xizhu moved his fingers and looked down at the Minister of Finance.

The Minister of Finance suddenly felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat!

Only then did he understand that after Xizhu came to power, it wasn't that he didn't move the nobles, but that he didn't find the right time.

The three aristocratic families that Xizhu just pointed out were all families with which he had quarrels. If Xizhu said that he went to sue, no one would doubt it.

What's more, with the accumulation of several times the number of people in their family, their family property can really be compared with those of the three noble families, which he knows better than anyone else.

Therefore, when Xizhu seemed to point out this question unintentionally, his legs gave way and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty is wise." There was no other way, the Minister of Finance could only reply dripping with sweat.

Xizhu nodded, and then asked with concern: "Can these three families fill in the gaps in military expenditure and food?"

The Minister of Finance only felt a chill behind him, and then nodded hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

There are hundreds of noble families in the Yuezhi King City, and each family has a vast fiefdom and territory on the grassland, and has also secretly accumulated a lot of power and wealth.

But it wasn't until this moment that the Minister of Finance realized that Xizhu seemed to be calm and calm, and he never asked anything. In fact, he knew every family well.

Xizhu leisurely and calmly leaned on the throne behind him, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Since this is the case, I think you should understand how to do things in the future, right?"

The Minister of Finance stammered and nodded, "I understand, I understand."

"Then, step back. By the way, the rice merchants in the south of the Yangtze River have done a good job." After Xizhu finished speaking, he waved his hand lazily, indicating that he could leave.

This last sentence was like a heavy hammer, making the Minister of Finance completely afraid to have other thoughts.

Their family colluded with the rice merchants in the Jiangnan of the Central Plains, and transported a large amount of grain in their hands to their family's fief through secret channels at a purchase price higher than that of the Li and Tang royal families to prevent accidents.

Originally thought that this kind of thing was done extremely confidentially, but Xizhu knew it clearly.

After the Minister of Finance left, he was a little scared again.

If today Xizhu was not looking for him, but his opponent, then their family would have no chance to turn around.

After Xizhu watched the Minister of Finance leave the hall, he slightly supported his chin with his hands, turned his head to look at the side, and said in a voice that could not be ignored: "Why don't you come here?"

In the dark place of the side door of the main hall, an inconspicuous figure was hiding.

After hearing Xizhu's words, the figure hesitated for a moment before walking up to the main hall.

It was Langya who was somewhat sleepy.