Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Seeing Song Qingyuan's doubts, Lian Ti smiled indifferently, "Amur's sister Suozhu was the first queen of my father, but she died of illness within a few years after marrying my father. Once the funeral period is over, I The father made my mother and concubine the new queen. At that time, Amur thought it was my mother and concubine who forced Queen Suozhu to death, so he tied me behind the horse while the people around me were not paying attention, and frightened the horse with thorns. Run across the prairie."

"How old were you then?" Song Qingyuan frowned.Although Lian Ti described it calmly, he could still imagine the danger at that time.

Lian Ti thought for a while, "It should be when I was seven or eight years old."

"Then what happened later?" Song Qingyuan subconsciously asked.

"Later..." Lian Ti took a sip of his wine and paused, "Later I cut the rope with a dagger, but because of the injury, I had to fall off the horse. The mother who took care of me found that I was gone The trace, report to my father, and everyone will take me back."

Song Qingyuan remembered that the ropes they took to tie people up for interrogation during the day were all made of cowhide that was inch wide.Presumably, the rope Amur used to tie Lianti would not be half a point worse than this.

It takes a lot of effort to cut such a rope with a dagger, let alone Lian Ti was a child of seven or eight years old at the time.

Song Qingyuan raised his eyes and looked at Lian Ti for a long time, trying to find the traces of his childhood injuries, but he only saw a young king who was drinking with his head up. .

"You don't seem to be angry with him?" Song Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing to worry about, he didn't really want my life." Lianti poked the bonfire in front of him with a branch, and said indifferently: "Besides, after my father found out, he punished Amur with a hundred lashes. Almost lost half my life going in. We're already even."

Song Qingyuan looked at the flames that suddenly sprang up in front of him, and listened quietly.

"Of course I hated him when I was a child. When I think about it when I grow up, I can understand his feelings at that time. That is his sister who has been with him for more than ten years. If it were me, I would not be half as sensible as him."

"But you won't vent your anger on children." Song Qingyuan said firmly.

"That's true." Lian Ti nodded, "If it were me, I might kill my royal father directly, because he didn't protect his wife well."

It is not difficult for Song Qing to understand Lian Ti's approach. Most of the harem disputes in feudal society were caused by people sitting on the throne.

"So why is Queen Suozhu..."

The cause of Queen Suozhu's death involved the secrets of the royal family. Song Qingyuan didn't know whether to ask further, and stopped hesitantly.

Lian Ti said directly, "You want to ask about the cause of Queen Suozhu's death?"

He nodded hesitantly.Seeing this, Lian Ti put his arms behind his neck, lay down casually, and whispered a Huye language.

Song Qingyuan understood, the meaning of what he just said was: a secret buried underground forever.

Since it was a secret buried underground, Song Qingyuan stopped being entangled and continued to drink and barbecue with his head down.

"That's right." Lian Ti said suddenly, turned to look at Song Qingyuan and asked, "Is it possible to implement the charcoal pencil you told me before in Mobei?"

Song Qingyuan heard the words, put down the jug, and seriously thought about the feasibility of promoting charcoal pens.

The raw materials are not troublesome, and the cotton willow tree does not have high requirements for the environment in which it grows, and it can be grown even in relatively dry and cold places.

But since it is a pen, there must be paper to write on.

The price of paper in the Southern Zhou Dynasty was extremely expensive, let alone Mobei, which had no papermaking technology.Most of the people in Mobei still use parchment.

Song Qingyuan didn't even need to think about it, he knew that charcoal pens must be inconvenient to write on parchment.

As for the papermaking technology he entrusted to Master Nian Ci before his departure, it will take several years to spread it.

Now he has no worries and can plan his own great career to his heart's content.

But the problem is that there are not so many trees on the grassland for him to make paper.

Song Qingyuan sighed, and looked at Lian Ti with some resentment, "I'm afraid it will be difficult. Charcoal pens are difficult to write on parchment. Ordinary paper is too fragile. It is almost impossible to write on horseback."

Lian Ti also realized the impracticality of what he just thought. Seeing that Song Qingyuan was a little distressed, he comforted him: "It's nothing, I just said it casually, so don't take it too seriously."

Song Qingyuan nodded subconsciously, but he was still thinking about it.

Seeing that Song Qingyuan was frowning and was still troubled by this matter, Lian Ti changed the subject, "His Royal Highness promised this King that he would exchange enough cloth and food for the winter before the arrival of winter. This King has been waiting for His Royal Highness's results. , Your Highness, don't break your word easily."

Song Qingyuan glanced at him, and just hearing his laughing voice, he knew that he wasn't really urging himself, so he shook his head and said, "I'm still waiting for Qin Zizhen to bring back the food."

When Qin Zizhen was in Tongcheng, he was sent by Song Qingyuan to send the captured Jinhuan Hufeng back to Yanyun.

In addition, he also gave Qin Zizhen another task.If all goes well, he will be able to return to his life in a few days.

"Your Highness is not planning to use his own food to supplement the tribes, so as to fulfill the original promise?" Lian Ti said in feigned surprise.

Song Qingyuan gave him a blank look, "Even if I want to do this, I don't have that much food on hand for me to show kindness. Your majesty, let's give up the idea of ​​the pie in the sky as soon as possible."

Hearing this, he clicked his tongue regretfully.For a while, I was also a little curious about Song Qingyuan's plan.

Although he has always known that Song Qingyuan has great talent, he is still completely ignorant of his plan.Now that he brought up this matter, he couldn't help asking: "Then what does Your Highness plan to do?"

Song Qingyuan said in his heart, he didn't know anything about my plan, so he dared to invest all his money in me.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to thank him for his trust or call him reckless.

He chuckled and explained aloud: "Since I intend to develop the economy in Mobei, I must first follow your rules. I asked Qin Zizhen to bring in the grain, just to exchange some meat with the tribesmen for processing. "

Although he didn't know what he wanted the meat for, Lian Ti nodded and waited for Song Qingyuan's next words.

Song Qingyuan raised his head and took a sip of wine.The temperature at night on the grassland is much lower than that during the day, and drinking some wine can quickly warm up the body.

He continued to explain: "Although the cost of processed meat is higher, it will also be sold at a higher price than the original one. This will improve the situation that Mobei does not have an advantage in the mutual market. But if you want to use this method To carry it out, we must first let the people see the benefits.”

Lian Ti looked at Song Qingyuan with some admiration.It is true that the other party can use his own order to make the people implement his plan.But his current approach is undoubtedly the best way.

When the people see the benefits, they will take the initiative to follow suit, without the order of the ruler at all.This is many times better than implementing decisions from the top down.

But most rulers, including Lian Ti himself, would subconsciously choose the former.Song Qingyuan's plan is much better than ordinary people in terms of the means of implementation.

For such a person, three cities can be exchanged for him to plan for Mobei, Lian Ti is really lucky.

Seeing Lian Ti's face showing joy, Song Qingyuan couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Don't you ask me how to process the meat?"

Ah, almost forgot the business.

"Of course, this king believes in His Highness." Lian Ti coughed, stood up a little embarrassed and said, "It's very cold at night on the grassland, and His Highness is not in good health. This King will send His Highness back to the big tent to rest first."

Although I don't understand why Lian Ti suddenly changed the topic, but the outside is indeed gradually cooling down.Song Qingyuan didn't dare to get any more cold in the era of such a poor medical environment, so he nodded, accepted Lian's proposal, and followed him to the big tent.

The author says:

Song Qingyuan: Please stop your delusion of wanting to prostitute for nothing!

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