Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Hearing that he was drunk, Song Qingyuan didn't refute, and nodded obediently: "Then go back."

Song Qingyuan got on the horse, and his movements were so agile that it was almost impossible to see that he was half drunk.

But Lian Ti was still worried that Song Qingyuan would fall off the horse, so instead of riding the horse, he took a step forward and held the rope, silently leading the horse for Song Qingyuan.

Even though Lian mentioned that he had never put on airs of King Mobei before him, and of course it seemed that it might be because he liked him now, but Song Qingyuan still felt a little sorry for letting the dignified King Mobei do such a lowly job as leading a horse.

He turned his head to stop Lian Ti, pointed to the horse under him and said, "Why don't you come up together, Your Majesty, this horse is enough for two people to ride together."

In the night, Song Qingyuan could clearly hear Lian Ti's chuckle, and then he got behind him without even stepping on the stirrup.

Lian Ti's presence was so strong that Song Qingyuan could even feel a steady stream of enthusiasm coming from behind him.

It's so strange, I saw that he was wearing only a thin layer of clothes today, and the only thick cloak was on his shoulders, and he was still warm even when he lifted it.

Could this be the physique of a person who practiced martial arts all the year round?

Song Qingyuan had never been so close to a person before. He thought that he would not be used to it, but he didn't want him to patronize and think about these things.

Seeing that he was distracted, Lian Ti took the initiative to take the rope to prevent the two of them from falling into the ditch because of the careless operation of Song Qingyuan, a drunk.

When one of the senses disappears, another sense's perception of the outside world will suddenly become clear.

This is not without reason.Song Qingyuan thought to himself.

In the dark night, when Lian Ti took the reins, the inadvertent touch of his hands was very clear.

And this feeling reached its peak when the horse under him swung its hooves and ran.

Song Qingyuan felt that his whole body fell into Lian Ti's arms.His aura rushed towards his face, intertwined with coldness and gentleness, presenting a charming characteristic.

Song Qingyuan began to regret letting Lian Ti get on the horse.

"What is your Highness thinking?" The person behind him suddenly asked.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyuan pursed his lips nervously like a middle school student who was caught by the teacher when he was distracted in class.

"I'm wondering if it's possible to take advantage of Nan Zhou's rumors about me."

The rumors about Song Qingyuan in Nan Zhou had been spread for several rounds, it would be too late to think about it now.

Lian Ti heard that Song Qingyuan's words were obviously seeking to make amends, so he didn't expose them very intimately, and continued to follow his words: "I heard rumors among the people about the emperor's immorality are rampant, and there are even people in the south who are revolting one after another."

Song Qingyuan knew very well that the Southern Zhou Dynasty was not yet on the verge of death, and the rebellion formed by those refugees was not enough to overthrow the Helian family's rule.

It's just pity for those common people. If they were not desperate, who would want to leave their hometown or even rebel?

When we returned to the camp, it was already late at night, and everyone dispersed in all directions.

Lian Ti sent Song Qingyuan back, said "Your Highness, rest early", and then turned back to his tent.

Song Qingyuan didn't stand firmly when he got off the horse, so Lian Ti reached out to support him.

Lian Ti's knuckles were scarred by many fine abrasions, and there was also a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, which was much rougher than his hands.But this is also normal. It is impossible for a person who has been fighting outside all year round to have a pair of delicate and soft hands.

Song Qingyuan's only surprise was that he was able to discover so many things after just a short contact.

In the previous life, it is not that he did not meet people who expressed his admiration for him, both women and men.

But he rejected the other party calmly and straightforwardly, without any other feelings.Just when he knew Lian Ti's affection for him, something seemed to break out of his heart.

He wanted to get closer, to get closer.It seems that in this way, I can see my heart more clearly.

In the middle of the night, it snowed again in Wangting.I don't know if it was because of being drunk, or because he knew Lian Ti's intentions, Song Qingyuan didn't sleep well that night.

In the dream, there were many things about his previous life and what happened after he became the third prince of Yanyun.

Song Qingyuan finally calmed down after being woken up by Jiang Duo and lying on the couch with his eyes closed for a long time.

He exhaled heavily, recalling what happened last night, he hesitated for a while.

I should have politely rejected Lian Ti last night, or if he hadn't taken the initiative to make it clear, Lian Ti didn't even intend to let me know his intentions.

Although even mentioning what he said and did last night didn't mean to pester him.But Song Qingyuan will always feel a little embarrassed when facing the object of his crush.

Therefore, Song Qingyuan, who didn't know how to face Lian Ti, just stood in front of the big tent like this, looking at Lian Ti who was dressed in a strong outfit, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Compared with Song Qingyuan's bewilderment, Lian Ti's attitude was much more natural. He pointed to the position of his big tent with a smile, and said, "Sa He cooked some porridge, would you like to drink some, Your Highness?"

Song Qingyuan was just about to say that he had asked Jiang Duo to prepare meals, when he heard Lian Ti continue to say: "Rice porridge nourishes the stomach, Your Highness drank too much wine last night, you should eat some light dishes."

As soon as yesterday's incident was mentioned, Song Qingyuan's mind froze a bit.He opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and finally answered, and followed Lian Ti to drink porridge.

After breakfast, a group of people returned to the royal court in a mighty manner.

Compared to last year, Song Qingyuan had a much more leisurely life this winter.

In addition to admiring the snow scenery with a hand stove and walking the big oranges that have passed their infancy every day, one of the few serious things is to be entrusted by Dalantai to make a design for the winery that will be opened in Muhetribe picture.

In fact, the original wine shop of the Hunke tribe was already very good. Song Qingyuan once visited it when preparing for the production of alcohol.Both the furnishings and the brewing process inside are neater and cleaner than most workshops in this era.

Of course, if compared with the salt workshop and wool workshop built with reference to the spatial layout of modern industrial parks, there is still a lot of gap.

And Dalan Terrace also saw a place like Yanfang with a clear division of labor and an orderly manner, so it came up with the idea of ​​asking Song Qingyuan to help design it.

Today, as soon as I entered Song Qingyuan's study and saw him lowering his head and sketching on the paper, he knew that he was planning for the dilapidated wine shop in Dalantai again, so he pouted and said, "It's just a wine shop, but it's worth your highness Take care."

Song Qingyuan ignored Lian Ti's criticism and raised his chin to signal him to sit beside him. While calculating the data, he said casually: "Anyway, there is nothing to do now, just idle."

A workaholic like him can't be idle, if Song Qingyuan is left with nothing to do, he himself will feel uncomfortable.

Lian Ti also knew about Song Qingyuan's point, so he said nothing more, shook his head, and mentioned another matter.

Last year, after Song Qingyuan used the salt crystals in the salt lake to produce high-quality table salt, the salt produced by the salt workshop was quickly transported to various places in Mobei.Until now, even the most remote tribes have used the salt produced by the royal court.

Not only that, those tribes who were used to selling private salt even thought of sending their salt sellers to the south.

According to Wu Qina, it actually allowed those tribes to open up their connections.

"The minister in charge of this matter didn't know whether to stop it, so he sent someone over to ask my opinion."

Lian Ti did not regard himself as an outsider at all, while talking, he dug out a can of tea from the bookshelf and made himself a pot of tea.

Song Qingyuan finished labeling the last set of data, looked up at Lian Ti, and said, "Stop what they are doing, I still want to use salt to restrain them."

"How do you say that?" Lian asked.

Song Qingyuan put the drawing aside, waited for the ink to dry, and said casually: "As far as I know, the main income of those tribes every year is from selling and buying private salt. Now the production of salt is in our hands Here, it is equivalent to controlling the finances of their entire tribe, why stop it?"

This is also the reason why he did not limit the quantity that the other party bought.

Lian Ti smiled and said, "Fortunately, this king didn't choose to be an enemy of His Highness, otherwise I'm afraid..."

Song Qingyuan glanced at him rather speechlessly, and heard Lian Ti continue to ask: "But in this way, Wang Ting's income will be reduced a lot."

Song Qingyuan paused holding the teacup, thinking: No wonder you asked if you want to stop them from selling illegal salt, so you are the one who is interested in this business.

But this is also reasonable, after all, the profit from selling salt is not small, and with this income, it can support an army of nearly [-] people.

But after all, he hasn't completely broken up with Nan Zhou yet, so it's not good to do such a business in the name of Wang Ting openly.

Song Qingyuan thought about it, and felt that the money still had to be obtained from those tribes who sold private salt.

He said slowly, "It's better to ask those tribes who sell smuggled salt to collect part of the toll."

"What is... toll?" Lian Ti was at a loss.

Song Qingyuan raised his head and explained: "Set checkpoints on the commercial roads we trade with the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and ask the caravans to collect fees. This is the toll fee."

As for the reason for charging, Song Qingyuan had also thought about it.It is said that there are often horse bandits in the business roads, and it is necessary to send troops to protect the merchants, so fees are charged.

But ordinary caravans definitely cannot charge fees. After all, they have already worked hard enough, and they are not for self-interest. The goods they sell are closely related to the lives of the people.

In this case, a charter should be drawn up specifically.For example, those caravans selling raisins can increase the income of many people. Not only can they not collect tolls, but they should also be properly subsidized...

The more Song Qingyuan thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was promising, so he explained his plan in detail with Lian Ti.

Now his plan is only a prototype, and which goods need to be charged tolls and which need subsidies need to be carefully considered.But this line of thought was unheard of.

Not only can you profit from the tribes who sell illicit salt, but you can also encourage the sale of goods that are beneficial to the people.

Lian Ti looked at Song Qingyuan in surprise, feeling that the design of the toll is really wonderful.

When the snow on the commercial road gradually melted, the policy proposed by Song Qingyuan was finally implemented in detail.

Soon, the tribal leaders who had accumulated a lot of salt and planned to transport it to the Southern Zhou Dynasty to make a fortune after the spring began were dumbfounded.

Then a large sum of tolls are handed over, what money do they make?

It's not that they will lose money after paying the toll.But excluding the tolls, there is almost nothing left of the huge profits from selling private salt, which is just a little bigger than the profits of ordinary commodities.

They now understood why Song Qingyuan didn't control the amount of salt they bought, and it turned out that Song Qingyuan was waiting for them here.

It's a pity that they were ecstatic and thought that they had taken advantage of it, and even stored thousands of catties of salt in the tribe, waiting to sell it to Nan Zhou and earn a lot of money.

But apart from the existing commercial roads, if one wanted to go to the Southern Zhou Dynasty through other channels, one would have to cross mountains and mountains, not to mention making money, and one might lose one's life.

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they could only pay a large toll to the guards guarding the checkpoint.

Seeing that the weather is about to warm up, the business of wool fabrics has gradually cooled down.

The Southern Zhou caravan that went to Mobei last year managed to get back to Huijing before winter, earning a lot of money from the wool cloth they brought back.Not only that, they also brought back news about the Mobei Royal Court to their respective families.

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