Hearing Mo Zizai's questioning, Tao Qiong, the head of the Military Weapon Bureau, felt a little nervous.

Although Mo Zizai is now a idle prince with only a Void title, he came with the empress's handwritten handwritten, and Mo Zizai's staying overnight in the palace these two days was not a particularly secret news, so Tao Qiong was naturally very clear.

If Mo Zizai had any prejudice against him and turned around to the empress to blow the pillow wind, he might not have to take it and leave.

So Tao Qiong quickly explained: "Prince, no wonder our Military Weapons Bureau."

Speaking of this, Tao Qiong felt very wronged. The raw material warehouse of the Military Weapons Bureau had been empty for more than ten days. He had already asked the Ministry of Revenue to allocate funds to buy ore, but the Ministry of Revenue only had two words and had no money.

For this matter, he put more than a dozen memorials in a row, but the memorials were like stones sinking to the sea and had no reply yet.

"Prince, our Military Weapon Bureau will not create magic out of nothing. Without ore, what do you think we can use to build it?"

Speaking of this, Tao Qiong, who was angry, didn't care about Mo Zizai's identity and said angrily: "And what's more extreme is that the Ministry of Revenue has not even given Yuefeng from our Military Weapons Bureau. Now the craftsmen in the bureau have not received Yuefeng for two months. How can they live their lives!"

Although Tao Qiong was a military weapon in the Military Weapon Bureau, his character was more like a pure craftsman, like a straight piece of paper. He poured out whatever he had in his heart, and didn't care whether he would offend others.

So Mo Zizai didn't care about his bad tone, but frowned slightly, "So, the Military Weapons Bureau has been shutting down for half a month?"

"Yes." Tao Qiong's face wrinkled like a bitter gourd. "The less money you are, the more orders you have in the court will be. In the past half month, there have been great men coming to kick the door of our military weapon bureau almost every day, including those in the east, those in the north, and those in the local security army. They force me to get equipment every day."

"But our Military Weapons Bureau has basically not opened fire for half a month. Where can I get them equipment?"

Speaking of this, Tao Qiong could no longer hold it back and cursed hatefully, "I wish I could kneel down and beg them, and they would not pay a penny!"

After saying this, Tao Qiong suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Mo Zizai, not the craftsmen who complained with him, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.

He was a little ninth rank, insulting the second and third ranks of the Ministry of Revenue in front of the prince. He was seeking death.

"Prince, I...I just..."

Tao Qiong, the military weapon, was selected from the craftsmen because of his superb skills. He was not good at speaking at all. At this moment, he was extremely nervous and could not even speak.

"You said it wrong."

Looking at Tao Qiong's somewhat desperate expression, Mo Zizai slowly shook his head and said, "It's not just the minister of the Ministry of Revenue, but the entire Ministry of Revenue is raised by bitch."

"ah?"

Hearing this sentence, Tao Qiong was a little confused, "Prince, this..."

"Okay, these have nothing to do with you."

Mo Zizai, who comforted Tao Qiong, did not want to say this to Tao Qiong, but instead changed the topic: "You just said that the people from the Eastern Frontier Army asked you if you want equipment? How many do they want?"

"Yes, Prince."

After Mo Zizai also scolded the Ministry of Revenue, Tao Qiong suddenly felt much more stable. When he heard Mo Zizai's question, he hurriedly replied: "It's not just the people in the East, but also the troops in the North and the local areas."

"The eastern border army requires 30,000 deputy armor and 5,000 hard bows, and the northern border requires almost this number."

"Only, the local troops within the relevant area need a little less, only a few hundred pairs of soldiers, but they can't stand many places. They add up to a lot of scattered areas, which is more than the border troops in the East."

"The old general Zhang of the East is fighting, so it's understandable to ask for some troops. What's the fun of the North border troops and the local garrison?"

Mo Zizai's face was slightly gloomy, "Do they all have His Majesty's warrant?"

"That's not."

Tao Qiong shook his head and said, "Only the Eastern Frontier Army has His Majesty's warrant in his hand, and the rest are all approved by the Ministry of Works."

"Hmph, the Ministry of Works..."

Mo Zizai snorted coldly, without talking about this topic, and asked, "How many soldiers, armor, crossbows and crossbows are there in your Military Weapon Bureau's reserve warehouse, enough for the Eastern Frontier Army?"

The eastern border is now guarding Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Zhenyuan. He is now relying on the little miscellaneous soldiers in his hand and relying on the city wall to fight against the Three Kingdoms coalition forces. If General Zhang makes a mistake, the entire eastern border will be completely lost.

If the eastern border is lost, the Great Zhou will lose the barrier to block the Three Kingdoms. At that time, the Three Kingdoms coalition will be able to advance straight into the hinterland of the Great Zhou capital. If that is the case, the Great Zhou will probably be destroyed.

So Mo Zizai decided without thinking at all that the needs of the Eastern Frontier Army must be met as soon as possible.

Hearing Mo Zizai's idea of ​​setting up a reserve warehouse, Tao Qiong hesitated for a moment and advised: "Prince, the reserve warehouse is the foundation of the capital, so you should not act without action."

The so-called reserve warehouse refers to a batch of equipment created by the Military Equipment Bureau every year. If this batch of equipment is not provided to anyone, it will be sealed in the warehouse. No one is allowed to call it unless it is urgent.

"It's not something you should worry about whether you should move."

Mo Zizai looked at Tao Qiong and said lightly: "You just need to tell me whether the military weapons in the reserve warehouse are enough for the needs of the border troops."

"Not enough, prince."

Tao Qiong shook her head and said, "The storage warehouses are all sealed with fine armor tools, which are specially equipped for elites to use, so there are not too many."

"There are 10,000 pairs of soldiers and armor, 3,000 twelve stone hard bows, 1,000 thousand junctions, and twenty broken city crossbows."

"It can almost meet one-third of the requirements of General Zhang, but they are all exquisite armored weapons, which should be able to meet the needs of the border army."

After pondering for a while, Mo Zizai said, "Ambassador Tao, come back and call the people from the border army from the East and let them quietly transport these military weapons to the East and try not to alarm anyone."

"this……"

Tao Qiong looked at Mo Zizai and hesitated for a long time, but finally had to bite the bullet and said, "That, prince, you have no right to control the things in the reserve warehouse."

After saying this, Tao Qiong was ready to be furious and even beat him up. But to his surprise, Mo Zizai did not react too much. He just nodded lightly and said, "Well, I know."

"Just prepare the military weapons in the reserve warehouse. I will ask His Majesty to order this matter. Then you can let the Military Weapons Bureau cooperate."

Mo Zizai's natural tone made Tao Qiong mutter slightly, why did he feel that Mo Zizai's attitude is so similar to his wife who came home to instruct her? Is it so harmonious between the emperor's husband and wife?

Tao Qiong, who had a little speculation on the emperor's family affairs in his heart, quickly calmed down and said respectfully: "Xiaoguan understands, let the Military Weapon Bureau prepare for the evening party."
Chapter completed!