Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

"Do you want some water, Your Highness?" On the endless grassland, Lian Ti's voice was accompanied by the sound of copper bells.

"Need not."

Song Qingyuan's cold answer came from the carriage, before he could even say anything, the curtain of the carriage was lowered by Song Qingyuan with a slam.

Lian Ti shut the door and silently withdrew his hand holding the kettle.

Early this morning, they set off to leave the snow mountain.

Along the way, Lian mentioned that he was far more attentive to Song Qing than Jiang Duo who served him personally, but without exception, he was rejected coldly by the man in the carriage.

Because he was not in a hurry, Song Qingyuan chose to take a carriage when he went back, so that he could rest for a while on the road.

Lian Ti looked at the carriage exuding a deep sense of coldness in front of him, and thought: If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have said those few words that were annoying yesterday.

That's right, Song Qingyuan's indifferent attitude towards Lian Ti today, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, is completely Lian Ti's own fault.

Originally, Song Qingyuan asked Lian Ti to stay in his tent for one night. Although he was not used to it, it was his own decision after all, so he wouldn't give Lian Ti any embarrassment.

But even if he made a mistake, he made a mistake because he had already gotten a good deal, and he still insisted on asking "Is Your Highness softening your heart?"

Song Qingyuan sat in the carriage, thinking all the way, why did he let Lian Ti into his tent yesterday?

Where is he worthy of my compassion?

Until the carriage stopped at the gate of Wangting, Song Qingyuan didn't think about this question.

In this season, the crops in the fields have grown very tall. Song Qingyuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the carriage driver, "We won't go back to the palace yet."

Jiang Duo turned his head suspiciously, and heard Song Qingyuan explain: "Let's go to the field first to check the crops."

Jiang Duo looked at Song Qingyuan with light blue eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then persuaded him: "Your Highness is exhausted on the journey, or go back to rest for a few days, and it will not be too late to go back in a few days."

"Just taking a look along the way, it doesn't get in the way." Song Qingyuan didn't care much.

"Your Highness, let's go back and rest first."

Lian Ti suddenly came over from the other side, and said, "Bo Yan will return to the royal court in a few days, and he will be responsible for the spring plowing. Wouldn't it be more appropriate for His Highness to wait for him to report?"

Song Qingyuan nodded, did not speak, and finally obeyed their wishes and asked the coachman to drive the car back to the palace.

Song Qingyuan promised to take a rest in the morning, and after lunch, he lay down in the velvet quilt in the dormitory, with perfect execution ability.

Naturally, they don't know what happened on the other side of the palace at the same time.

Dan Renji strode into the hall, didn't even bother to salute, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, something happened in the Southern Zhou Dynasty."

Lian Ti frowned, stood up and asked, "What happened?"

Dan Renji took out an urgent letter from his pocket and handed it to Lian Ti with both hands.

After the Southern Zhou spies smuggled it to the Muhe Tribe via a caravan, Amur hurriedly sent it to the royal court.

The letter said that Emperor Hongde's health has not been very good since the beginning of winter last year.

In addition, after the wool cloth became popular in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, some of the aristocratic clan made a lot of money because of their cooperation with Song Qingyuan, and some of them were squeezed out of the market, resulting in a lot of money loss.

These aristocrats with entangled interests will trip up each other at every turn, trying to bring each other down.

Emperor Hongde was not an emperor who was proficient in government affairs. Now that the court is flying like dogs and dogs are flying around, and rumors are spreading among the people, coupled with frequent local rebellions, he has been ill several times in a row when winter first entered.

But when he recovered from his illness, not only did Emperor Hongde fail to rectify the court guidelines and laws, but he became more addicted to cultivating immortals.

He even said that he wanted to cultivate immortality without bigu, but finally gave up the idea after being persuaded by the concubines and ministers.

After several months of tossing like this, his body became worse and worse.

When he was in court a few days ago, Emperor Hongde suddenly vomited blood, and then passed out.

Judging from the situation in the letter, it should be very pessimistic.

Coupled with the fact that Southern Zhou hadn't established a crown prince, Emperor Hongde had been in a coma for several days, and the battle for the succession of several princes was almost on the surface, and the great families also began to stand in line.

The current Southern Zhou Dynasty is almost in chaos.

Lian Ti read the letter at a glance, his eyelashes drooping, making it difficult to understand what was going on in his heart.

"Your Majesty..." Dan Renji couldn't help opening his mouth.

But before he had time to continue, Lian Ti interrupted him with a frown, and said to Sa He who was behind him: "Go and invite Your Highness to come here now."

"Yes."

Sahe left in a hurry, leaving only Dan Renji with his head down, hesitating in his heart.

When Sahe arrived, Song Qingyuan was resting in the bedroom.

Jiang Duo saw that Sa He's brows and eyes were full of anxiety, so he didn't stop him, and went in to wake Song Qingyuan up: "Your Highness, there seems to be an accident in Nan Zhou, King Mobei asked you to go there quickly."

Song Qingyuan was still a little dazed at first, but when he heard this, he turned over and sat up quickly, pushed back the hair hanging around his cheeks, and ordered, "Jiang Duo change my clothes for me."

When he arrived at the main hall, Lian Ti was staring at a map. Seeing him approaching, he reached out and handed over the opened letter beside him.

When Lian Ti handed over the letter, his fingertips happened to touch Song Qingyuan's outstretched hand.But Song Qingyuan couldn't care about these things now, and immediately read the letter after receiving it.

For Lian Ti to call him over in such a hurry, something must have happened.

Song Qingyuan looked at things very fast, but after a few breaths, he looked up at Lianti, "This is not a bad thing for Mobei."

He didn't even show a little happiness because of this on the surface, and said very calmly: "But your highness also said that what Mobei needs now is a stable environment to develop and strengthen itself."

"I said that Mobei needs to hide its strength and bide its time now."

Song Qingyuan paused, turned around and looked down at the map on the table, "But recharging your energy is to accumulate strength, not to turn yourself into a tiger with its teeth pulled out."

He has long accepted the fact that there must be a battle between Mobei and Nanzhou.

Not to mention anything else, just the issue of food security, it is doomed that Mobei cannot always occupy this place.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that this day would come so early.

For a moment, the hall was silent, and even the slight sound of Song Qingyuan's fingertips stroking the map made of kraft paper could be clearly heard.

Dan Renji didn't know what kind of charades the two people in the seat were playing. What he was thinking about now was: Unexpectedly, in his lifetime, he could hear words similar to peace and stability from their king's mouth.

Dan Renji even felt that before His Highness came to Mobei, their king might not know what the word "stability" meant.

Seeing Dan Renji's thoughts drifting further and further away, Lianti finally interrupted his wild thoughts.

"Then we are going to march towards the Southern Zhou Dynasty?"

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan stopped planning the route on the map, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "This is a rare opportunity."

After finishing speaking, seeing the heavy atmosphere in the hall, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Didn't your majesty say before that you want to transfer all the areas west of Tongzhou and Quzhou to Mobei? Now it is possible to get what you want."

But among the people present, except for Dan Renji, who was at a loss because he knew nothing, Lian Ti and Sahe behind him didn't show any smiles.

Seeing this, Song Qingyuan sighed, and patted Lianti's shoulder lightly: "If this battle can be won, there will be no need for another war in Mobei within ten years."

He knew what Lian Ti was thinking now, in fact, he didn't feel well in his heart.

War has always been accompanied by blood, death and pain.But even knowing this, for the sake of resources, for the people of their own country, and for long-term stability, they have no choice but to take up arms.

Lian Ti pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "Before Your Highness came to Mobei, Mobei was not as stable as it is now. I have been fighting on the battlefield since I was 15 years old, and I have long been used to this kind of life. Your Highness doesn't have to worry about me. Worry."

Song Qingyuan nodded, not exposing his duplicity.

After deciding to start a war with the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it was time to formulate a specific battle plan.

In this respect, compared to Lian Ti, Song Qingyuan is really not an expert.

He consciously didn't participate in it, but sat silently on the side, watching Lian extract another thing similar to a defense map, and sketched on it.

In this battle, they wanted to take advantage of the civil turmoil in the Southern Zhou Dynasty to advance, and they paid attention to surprise.Therefore, the speed must be fast. If the interior of the Southern Zhou Dynasty settles down, it will be much more difficult to attack.

But in this way, there is not much time left for the preparation of military supplies such as food and fodder.

And Song Qingyuan has been staring at the map just now, thinking about this matter.

But thanks to last year's beef jerky, raisins and other things that are easy to carry and store for a long time.

It should not be difficult to guarantee the soldiers' rations.

Song Qingyuan pondered: "I will write to Amur now, asking him to speed up the production of a batch of beef jerky and milk jerky as rations for the soldiers."

"By the way, bring a little more raisins. That stuff has a lot of sugar and calories, so it's suitable for military rations."

Dan Renji glanced at their king, and couldn't help but interjected: "Your Highness, these things are expensive. We march and fight on weekdays, and we don't have such good food."

Song Qingyuan replied without even raising his head: "Last year, the money earned from selling raisins alone was enough for these expenses. If it's not enough, I still have my private treasury. You can rest assured."

As expected of His Highness!

Dan Renji withdrew his body silently, thinking: The food and grass for the march is simply a bottomless pit, otherwise their treasury would not be empty all the year round, that is, a person like His Highness can only prepare beef jerky worth tens of thousands of gold.

But to be honest, Dan Renji was very grateful to Song Qingyuan in his heart.

He followed Lian Ti and led the troops to fight, sitting in the open air, and never suffered.

But if there are the things His Highness said as the rations of the soldiers, the soldiers will not have to chew on the dry rations that are harder than stones when they march and fight.

Dan Renji left the hall with the order mentioned repeatedly, but Song Qingyuan was still thinking about another thing.

That is alcohol.

Alcohol can save lives on the battlefield.This is also the reason why Song Qingyuan has not let the alcohol distilling workshop idle since the invention of alcohol, and has been working overtime to produce it.

After such a long time, a lot of alcohol has been produced there, which should be enough for this expedition.

But the problem is, alcohol is not like other baggage.As a liquid that needs to be kept sealed, it is extremely inconvenient to transport.

"What is your Highness thinking?" Seeing Song Qingyuan frowning, Lian Ti asked involuntarily.

"Alcohol."

Song Qingyuan frowned and stared at the map, "I was thinking that alcohol transportation is very inconvenient. If it is transported with grain and grass, it will take a long time. But alcohol is indispensable."

Lian Ti was silent for a while.

He has seen the effects of alcohol with his own eyes. In addition, as the weather gets hotter, the wounds are more likely to be inflamed and festered. If there is alcohol, I don't know how many soldiers' lives can be saved.

So no matter what, alcohol must be brought.

He comforted: "It's just a later date, it's okay."

Song Qingyuan shook his head: "The current situation in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is changing rapidly, and every day late is the risk of one more day."

Seeing Song Qingyuan's persistence, he couldn't even mention it and said nothing. Just as he was thinking of a solution, he suddenly heard Song Qingyuan pat the table excitedly.

He looked at Song Qingyuan, "Your Highness, what solution did you think of?"

Song Qingyuan said with a happy face: "Your Majesty, you may have heard of the word "break the whole into parts". "

Lian Ti nodded with some doubts, not understanding what this had to do with what they just said.

Song Qingyuan explained with a smile: "We can divide the alcohol into small bottles and let the soldiers carry it with them. This saves the time for transportation."

"This method is feasible, but..."

Lian Ti reminded: "For a while, where did we find so many bottles of alcohol?"

Song Qingyuan smiled relaxedly: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten the Artisan Academy we established before?"

When Song Qingyuan was preparing for the Artisan Academy, he set up a ceramic production major.

Because the ceramic technology in Mobei is not well developed, it can be said that there are countless young people who sign up for this major every semester.

In modern times, it can be regarded as the top1 popular profession.

In the past year or so, the college has built many porcelain kilns.

Coupled with the porcelain kilns opened by the graduates themselves, it is not impossible to fire enough porcelain bottles to hold alcohol within a few days.

What's more, the army does not want to prepare all the alcohol at once.

Prepare a part that is sufficient for emergency, and the rest can be transported in the follow-up replenishment.

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