"The imperial guards of the Renzong Dynasty cannot destroy the Western Xia." Since Hu Quan had already thought about it, he simply turned to face him coldly. "If you want to fight the Northern Expedition to recover the two rivers, you will need 300,000 soldiers a year!"

"But in this case, you can only wait a few more years before the Northern Expedition!" Chao Gongwu finally stopped pretending to be cautious after drinking a little wine. "Brother Hu, you have to keep 300,000 imperial camps here, and you have to prepare money, grain and military supplies, and rewards. It is absolutely impossible to earn 50 million yuan!"

"I'll be 50 million years later?" Someone frowned and interrupted.

"Of course there are." Chao Gongwu blurted out. "When this dynasty was in its prime, it earned nearly 100 million yuan per year (stone, stone, shovel, two, and pi, not a total total pi.), and except for the grain of one stone and half pi. Except for the fodder that almost no one needs to buy, there is still a direct income of 60 million yuan. Among the 60 million yuan of wealth, in addition to the pi. The two silver coins of silver, there are nearly 10 million pieces of silk... The value of silk has always fluctuated, but it has always been the price of two pieces of silk! Considering that the main production areas of silk are in the south, and without war, this dynasty can fully earn more than 30 million yuan per year, plus eight or nine million silk! That is, the total 50 million yuan per year!"

Chao Gongwu is well-informed and has a strong memory. Now he is studying history and has a lot of experience in contact with him. No one questioned what he said, so everyone was thinking about it for a moment.

However, I have to say more here... The Song Dynasty was a strange creature with extremely centralized finances. Her annual income was not converted into silver, or about 770 yuan per coin, and a piece of copper coins were finally obtained. Instead, it measured the total annual income of grain (stone), hay (tower), copper coins (silver), Jiaozi (silver), silk (pie), and silver (two). In the end, more than 100 million stones, bush, pie, pie, and pie are obtained.

As we all know, food is the most basic thing in the feudal era, and it is used to directly supply the army, officials, capital, and disaster relief. It is impossible to really discount the price. Hay is even more military supplies. Therefore, we must first put aside these physical objects to obtain the real annual income of the Song Dynasty, which is mainly composed of money and silk.

After all, only these two are recognized as hard currency. A piece of silk and two silos have almost become a general knowledge. From officials to soldiers, to ordinary people, these silk and silk are very recognized as copper coins and silver, as effective general equivalents.

This is what Chao Gongwu means - almost most of the silk production areas are actually under the control of the Song Dynasty. The direct losses caused by the two rivers are actually very low. The theoretical financial ceiling of the Song Dynasty is still very high. So as long as the Song Dynasty gradually closes the bloody effect caused by the war gradually is restored to a very outstanding financial position.

but……

"How long will it take to recover to the annual income of 50 million yuan?" Hu Quan frowned.

"I've calculated it. According to the current recovery speed, it will take seven or eight years." Chao Gongwu blurted out.

Everyone's faces changed immediately.

Hu Quan even sneered on the spot: "If the people of the Two Rivers could wait for another seven or eight years, why would the officials drive out those people on the white horse?"

Chao Gongwu wanted to speak but stopped talking, but he finally kept silent, and the rest of the people didn't mean to discuss it anymore... This is a structural problem, just like making a cake first or dividing the cake first, which is destined to be unsolvable.

Besides, as Hu Quan said, the Zhao Guan family has already set the tone for it with all their strength.

"Actually." Yu Yunwen was embarrassed when he saw the scene, especially since his personal relationship with Chao Gongwu was very good, he finally couldn't help but rescue him. "It may not be necessary to raise 300,000 troops, slightly expand the imperial camp to 240,000 to 240,000, and then contact the Mongolians, Khitans, Goryeo, and conquering a group of Dangxiang people, plus the Hebei rebel army, the amount is still enough."

"But if that's the case." Seeing that it was a friend, Chao Gongwu finally couldn't help it. "The number of people in the Northern Expedition will be more. At that time, military supplies, rewards, pensions, and how much food, and how much money are needed? Have you ever calculated it?"

"It's done." The man who was in the Ministry of Revenue laughed at the same year as the Ministry of Revenue. "There are 300,000 people, even if there is a river to facilitate transportation, it is necessary to have a corresponding number of civilians. In addition to friendly forces, it is estimated that six or seven hundred thousand people will be based on 700,000 people. Putting aside the autumn harvest that year, lenient measurements will be made. Six million stones of food must be prepared. If there are more war horses, it will cost more, and two million bunches of hay... The rest of the salt, vinegar, alum, and all kinds of groceries... are given a total of about 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,

You must first reserve tens of millions of stones of grain and grass! The extra money rewards, plus military expenditure, are simpler. Compared with the normal consumption of the imperial camp army in one year! In other words, a small tens of millions of grain and grass, two to three millions of wealth! The country needs to have such reserves to ensure that the Northern Expedition is sufficient! Of course, it is a little short, which lasts for half a year, and considering that eight or nine out of ten can connect to the autumn harvest once, it will be reduced to five million stones of grain and grass, and a worth of 15 million coins can always be used!"

"Okay." Chao Gongwu said a moment. "If you think it's long for seven or eight years, you'll have to take two or three years. In two or three years, you will have 240,000 to 50,000 imperial camps. You loyal ministers who are thinking about the Northern Expedition will tell me how you can save up another five million stones of grain and grass and 15 million chunks of wealth? Can you fall out of thin air?"

Everyone in the private room was silent immediately. This was the big trouble for the officials and the important officials were also in a dilemma... If anyone could solve this problem, the Zhao official family would definitely be able to make him a marquis and a prime minister.

"Look at what Brother Chao said." Mei Li saw that the atmosphere was not good, so she immediately interrupted. "If we can work together to solve this worry for the officials in the same year, in the future, everyone will be able to have a secret pavilion position on this table, and even more so will be the prime minister position... We are just taking advantage of the return of Tanhualang before the New Year and have a casual chat!"

"It's right." Hu Quan felt a little over the head, and stood up and raised his glass to smile. "No matter what, it's always tens of thousands of times now than Jingkang. Why bother overly anxious? Let's drink it for the New Year! It's the official's birthday!"

Everyone stood up to hold the cups.

And as he drank it all, another person laughed: "What a pity, our Royal Camp Royal Army is not as barbaric as the Jurchens. Otherwise, if we were tortured for some time in the Western Xia Dynasty, we would have been able to make a fortune of five or six million according to the food stored by the Western Xia people!"

Everyone laughed, but then they remembered the losses in Jingkang and turned into bitter smiles. As a result, whether it was Hu Quan, Yu Yunwen, Chao Gongwu, or others, they could only drink to sigh. The atmosphere was hard to return to the beginning so casual... Of course, Mei Sheren, who came here for the first time, did not tell the story of Zhao Guanjia asking him for information on the sea trade data.

In the afternoon, the sky became dark again and it was about to snow. Mr. Zhang of Zhao Ding said goodbye to his classmates on the south bank of Cai River, and Hu Quan and others also scattered on the north bank of Cai River.

After all, everyone is just ordinary people. They all have to take an umbrella when it rains, return early when it snows, and prepare for the New Year.

At the same time, the Zhao official family, who did not have to prepare for the New Year, sat in the palace for a long time, but stood up and left the Shiting, but went to Concubine Wu.

When the two met, Concubine Wu was overjoyed and hurriedly came to welcome her with her sleepy son. However, after taking the eldest son, Zhao Guan family took over the eldest son, sat down on the couch and smiled again:

"Miscellaneous Concubine, we haven't updated many days in "Miscellaneous Notes on Journey to the West, right?"

Concubine Wu's expression was stagnant, but after looking at the son in the arms of the official family, she immediately greeted him with a smile: "What the official family said is not bad, it has been a long time since the update... Do you want to update today?"

"I'll update today." Zhao Jiu still smiled.

After hearing this, Concubine Wu still forced herself to smile, but the two officials Feng Yi and Feng next to her had immediately turned around and ordered someone to prepare their pens and ink.

When the pen and ink were delivered, Zhao Jiu hugged his son and sighed: "But today's update is not "Miscellaneous Notes on Journey to the West", and this book will not be updated in the future. Anyway, it is a folk story that has been in the past. Maybe a famous artist will compile it into famous works in a few hundred years... Thank you for your hard work, let's start a new book from today. If I don't write it, no one will write it."

Concubine Wu, who had already spread the paper and sat at the table, was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal. Anyway, she was just a ghostwriter. "Miscellaneous Notes on the Demons of Journey to the West" was Wu Cheng'en's business, so what did Concubine Wu have to do with her?

As soon as he thought of this, Concubine Wu put down the paperweight, took the pen and ink from Feng Erguan, and then smiled and asked: "Please give me a new book title."

"Water Margin!" Zhao Jiu blurted out at the eldest son who was breathing evenly in his arms. "That means that one hundred and eight demon stars in the sky came down to earth. When Emperor Taishang Daojun was forced to go to Liangshan to be a thief, but in Jingkang, he was called out by the righteousness of the country, was recruited and promoted to me, and fought against the Jin Dynasty. Then, after the ten-year reign of the world, he went out to sea for the Song Dynasty and encountered various strange and geographical events."

Even though he had already experienced it, Concubine Wu, who had already picked up the pen, was still stunned on the spot.
Chapter completed!