Chapter 1110 Water and fire are incompatible

  Not to mention before the Three Kingdoms era, even if you look at the entire ancient Chinese history, organized and premeditated dumping activities against enemy countries rarely occurred.

   On the contrary, the currency war appeared very early-for example, the Hengshan conspiracy, the conspiracy of the dark side, and the conspiracy of Jingmao played by the patriarch Guan Zhong.

the reason is simple.

  Because dumping requires a large amount of materials as a basis, and it needs to last for a long time until the industrial chain of the opponent's related parties is completely defeated.

  In terms of the ancient small-scale peasant economy, if most of the common people could meet enough food and clothing, it would be a prosperous age. How could there be any surplus materials to sell to opponents at low prices?

  Ji Han is a strange thing now.

  It has leading farming techniques between Wei and Wu.

   In terms of organizational ability and local control, it is also far superior to Wei and Wu.

  At the same time, there is also a Xinghan Association that is extremely eager for labor, raw materials, and markets.

  Hua Niangzi got the Linyi rice seeds and successfully planted them around Jincheng, which acted as a catalyst.

  With the huge resources controlled by the Xinghan Club, in the next few years, wherever Linyi rice is suitable for planting, it will definitely be rapidly promoted on a large scale.

  The imperial court may be more cautious, but as long as the government sees the real output of Linyi rice planted by Xinghan.

  With Ji Han's organizational ability and local control ability, I believe he will soon follow.

  In addition, a lot of pastures have been opened in these years, which can provide enough cattle.

  Combined with the improvement of farming tools, this has led to the continuous expansion of cultivated land.

   Plus sitting on two lands of abundance.

   It can be foreseen that Ji Han has continued to grow for more than ten years, and the grain production curve that has just begun to become somewhat flat in the past two years may usher in another steep rise in the next few years.

   This is Feng Junhou's confidence in dumping grains in Jingzhou, the state of Wu.

  After all... cheap food hurts farmers!

  Whether it is the court or the people, there is a strong demand for external expansion (unification).

  Compared to using dumping to control the enemy's food supply, currency wars are easier.

  Because the ticket is jointly endorsed by Ji Han and Xing Hanhui.

  As long as you can use the notes to exchange brown sugar, wine, wool, and even food and other luxury and livelihood materials from Ji Han.

  The face value of the note will always be strong—at least it will be stronger than the big iron coin cast by Emperor Wu.

   Currencies issued by other countries can circulate freely in a country, and their reputation and purchasing power far exceed that of coins minted in the country. What does this mean?

   means that the country has completely lost its monetary sovereignty.

   How dire the consequences were, you can see just by looking at the late Qing Dynasty.

  At that time, the domestic wealth will be plundered by other countries at will, and the country will eventually be completely reduced to the economic vassal of other countries.

  Of course, this is just Feng Junhou's assumption about the future of Wu.

   Whether it can be done or not depends on luck.

   But Jingzhou must have been put in the pot, as long as it is cooked slowly, it can be eaten in the stomach.

  But these things are all for the future.

  The most important thing right now is for the emperor of the Han family to visit Chang'an in person.

  In Guanzhong at the end of June, the vegetation is lush, and the crops growing in the fields make the boundless land look dark green.

  Wild deer, wild boar, fox... Unwilling to retreat to remote areas, nostalgic for the original barrenness, and often sneak into the crop fields to find food.

   On the surface, it looks very peaceful in Woye, with pheasants, wild ducks, or other water birds appearing from time to time.

  It's a pity that all of this, because of the half-empty sun, makes people lose their appreciation.

  There is no cloud in the sky, even if Feng Junhou is sitting in the post pavilion, he can still feel the sun scorching the ground outside.

  A gust of hot wind blew up, and a wave of heat rolled up from the ground, burning and suffocating.

  The weeds couldn't withstand the sun, and the leaves were curled into thin strips.

  The shade of the trees around the post pavilion was crowded with officials and soldiers who came to welcome the emperor, most of them were like the leaves, sunburned and wilted.

  Feng Junhou sat in the post pavilion, drinking tea one sip after another.

  Obviously there is the sound of water splashing in my stomach, but my mouth always feels thirsty.

  The most unbearable thing is that in this hot season, I still have to wear thick Chinese clothes. When I move a little, the underwear will be wet and sweaty.

  He wears a big military crown with a golden pendant on it, with a cicada as a text and a sable tail as a decoration. You can tell the difference from other military military crowns at a glance.

  For example, Wei Yan’s martial arts crown, the Great General of Zhendong, does not have cicadas or mink tails.

  As for the others, they don't even have gold pendants.

  Feng Junhou's martial crown, this is a special gift from the emperor of the Han family to show his favor.

  But Feng Junhou wanted to change it with someone else, because this hat, worn in this kind of weather, feels a bit heavier than others.

  On the thick and heavy Chinese clothes, there was a pair of jade seals hanging from the waist, measuring two inches long and six inches square.

  In addition to the jade seal, there is also a purple ribbon representing the status of a prince.

  The bits and pieces on her body are simply designed to suffer.

   "Where did the emperor's car go?"

  Feng Junhou looked at the soldiers outside the station sheltering from the sun, then looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and asked a question.

   "My lord, it's already ten miles away."

  Feng Junhou reached out his hand to untie his fancy clothes, but was glared at by General Guan who was standing aside, so he had to put down his hand resentfully, and took another sip of tea.

  In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, groggy and do not want to move.

  It is impolite to doze off when welcoming the emperor. Although Feng Junhou drank tea, although he didn't doze off, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

  Closing his eyes and resting his mind, Wei Yan seemed to feel Feng Junhou's discomfort. He opened his eyes and glanced at him, sneered, and closed his eyes again.

   It seems that he is extremely disdainful of Feng's impetuousness.

  Seeing Wei Yan's appearance, Feng Junhou immediately became angry.

  It is easy to get angry on a hot day.

  In addition, he left the city before dawn and rushed to the post thirty miles away to wait for the emperor. He couldn't eat or sleep well. No wonder Feng Junhou felt better.

   It's just that at this time, if you quarrel with Wei Yan, it's rude before you.

  If it wasn't for the only post here, he wouldn't be sitting under the same roof as Old Man Wei.

  The Son of Heaven came to Chang'an in person, General Zhendong and Great General Zhendong, one is the actual power holder in Guanzhong, and the other has the title of the highest general, so naturally they all came to greet him.

   After all, no matter how important the Shangdang is, it is far from being able to keep the Great Han's General Zhendong guarding it all the time.

  General Zhendong and the Great General Zhendong were at odds, and they kept their eyes on each other. Of the few people who were qualified to stay in the post booth, no one stood up to ease the atmosphere.

  Although Feng Junhou might try to sell face, but with Old General Wei's temperament, he would most likely want to be bored by standing up at this time.

  As long as the two of you don't quarrel, let's be dull.

  The dullness in the post pavilion made the sound of cicadas outside appear louder.

  Feng Junhou was turned off by Wei Yan, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

  Hearing the sound of cicadas outside, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly took off his big hat, held it up with both hands, looked left and right, and said to himself:

   "This cicada is so beautiful..."

   Wei Yan's face was expressionless, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

  Feng Junhou turned the hat in his hand again, and raised his voice:

   "This mink tail is also good..."

   Wei Yan twitched his face, but still didn't say a word.

  Feng Junhou sighed:

   "It's a pity that there is only one such beautiful crown hat. Some people want to wear it, but they are not qualified to wear it..."

  As soon as these words came out, the two brother-in-laws, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, couldn't help but clenched the scabbard around their waists.

   This is no longer a rhetoric, but an overturning of a boat with one blow!

   It is Wei Yan who is more obvious than the two brother-in-laws.

   But seeing that he finally opened his eyes, he stood up suddenly, pressed his right hand on the handle of the black saber at his waist, and glared at Feng Junhou:

   "Little Dare!"

  Maybe it was too much movement, General Guan subconsciously dodged to stand in front of Feng Junhou.

  I saw her right hand pressed on the handle of the same style of black knife, staring at Wei Yan, with a stern face, and said in a deep voice:

   "What does General Wei want to do?"

   There was a slight commotion in the post pavilion.

   Wei Yan looked around, but when he saw Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, Zhao Guang, Yang Wanwan and others, they all reacted.

  Everyone put their hands on the hilts of their knives, their expressions solemn, and there was a faint tendency to surround Feng Junhou in the middle.

  Everyone has exactly the same pure black saber around their waists. This is the special saber for the generals and officials when welcoming the emperor.

  Wei Yan glared at Feng Junhou who was behind Guan Xiaojunhou, and finally snorted angrily, turned and walked out of the post pavilion.

   Wei Yan's departure made everyone secretly relieved.

  General Guan turned around and said to Feng Junhou slightly dissatisfied:

   "Well, it's okay, what do you have to do to provoke him?"

  Anyway, there are no outsiders here, and General Guan has no need to hide himself.

  Feng Junhou pouted:

   "Nonsense, I didn't provoke him, obviously he provoked me first."

  General Guan is still dissatisfied:

   "He dared to draw a sword at Yang Yi in front of the prime minister, but now no one here can hold him down, what should we do if something really happens?"

  As soon as Wei Yan left, the atmosphere relaxed inexplicably. Guan Xing also persuaded:

"Siniang is right, Mingwen, Old General Wei is the Great General of Zhendong, and his qualifications are older than yours. If you bear with it, no one will think that you are afraid of him." It is a rare move to give in to you, so you should avoid messing with Old General Wei in the future."

   "That's right, that's right." Zhang Bao also said something, and then touched his chin, "What Anguo said, with the old general Wei's previous style of doing things, is really surprising."

  Feng Junhou snorted and said nothing.

  What's so unexpected about this?

  If you took the engineering battalion from me, and then I gave you a piece of credit for attacking the Shangdang, you wouldn't be here to make trouble with me.

  Old man Wei said that he has a bad temper, but he still has to be cheeky, and he doesn't hide things when he does things—to put it bluntly, his EQ is too low.

   Sitting upright like a clay bodhisattva on a hot day is really uncomfortable.

  At this time, as soon as the old man Wei left, Feng Junhou immediately relaxed, leaning against the pillar of the post pavilion without image, let out a long breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep:

   "I don't know why, anyway, I just feel upset when he dangles in front of me."

  As brother-in-law Guan said, Mr. Wei is the oldest, has the oldest qualifications, and has the highest status in name. In fact, this is nothing.

  I changed someone else and talked to everyone as an elder, and time passed.

   However, this person doesn't even have a single person to talk to. He is stuck here, and the entire post pavilion is a high-pressure zone.

   Not to mention that there are all juniors here, if he doesn't speak, who dares to speak freely except Feng Junhou?

  But seeing Feng Junhou yawned:

   "Now that he's gone, I feel relieved."

  Guan Xing looked at his brother-in-law's appearance, feeling a little helpless, and tried to persuade him:

   "What will happen if you endure for a while? Your status is different now, so you should pay more attention to your words and deeds."

   Zhao Guang, on the other hand, agreed with his brother's words:

   "Brother is right. For some reason, my younger brother feels much more at ease once Old General Wei leaves."

   "What do you know! Go away!" Guan Xiaojun scolded, "You don't think it's messy enough?"

  It was nothing before, can it be the same now?

  The son of heaven has come to Chang'an in person.

  With his current status as Alang, how can he still act as he did before?

  Feng Junhou waved his hand:

   "Forget it, people have left anyway, so it's meaningless to say these things. Brothers, this time, the Northern and Southern Army you lead are in charge of welcoming the emperor."

   "The Son of Heaven is coming soon, you should drink some tea and check how the soldiers outside are getting ready."

  The North and South Army is the Forbidden Army rebuilt by the Adou couple with their own small treasury.

   Following the prime minister's Northern Expedition to Guanzhong this time, the first battle was a head-to-head confrontation with the Wei Guozhong army led by Qin Lang.

   It can be said that this is a duel between the imperial guards of Wei and Han.

  Wei Guoxin's Fifth Army is mostly elite soldiers and veterans. It stands to reason that their combat effectiveness must be stronger than that of the North and South Army newly built by the little fat man.

  It's a pity that this Wei Guo's imperial army was used by Sima Yi to cut off the tail to survive, and the luck was not good.

  After the battle in Guanzhong, the Northern and Southern Army was **** and began to grow up.

  Barely achieved the prime minister's original intention:

  After he left, the emperor would be able to immediately control a guard army that was capable of actual combat and was completely loyal to the emperor.

  Little Fatty has mastered both the Shangshutai and such an imperial guard, so that the transition of power can be carried out smoothly.

  Today is the day when the northern and southern armies are truly under the control of the emperor.

   "The Son of Heaven is here!"

  After the news came from the last cavalry carrying the order flag, not far away, densely packed chariots and horses began to appear.

   "The Son of Heaven is here, hurry up, clean up!"

  The soldiers who had stuck out their tongues and gasped for breath after being exposed to the sun, seemed to regain their vitality in an instant after receiving the news, and began to neigh.

"That is how the matter?"

  Feng Junhou suddenly pointed to the front and shouted.

  But I saw someone riding a horse out of the team, and met the emperor's chariot who was walking.

  Guan Xiaojunhou raised his binoculars to look at it, and his tone became cold: "It's Wei Wenchang, he passed by himself."

   "Old man!"

  Feng Junhou's face suddenly turned livid.

**** it!

   I was thinking too much, and overestimated Mr. Wei's big picture!

   Thought he took the initiative to take a step back, but it turned out that he wanted to give me this.

   To greet the emperor, there are rules of who goes first.

  Wei Yan is the general of Zhendong, and Feng Junhou is the one who takes over from the prime minister to guard Guanzhong.

  So logically speaking, the two should take the lead to welcome them together.

  Obviously, Wei Yan didn't think so at all, maybe he thought he wanted to be ahead of Feng Junhou, so he took the lead.

   "Let all the generals and officials follow up."

  Feng Junhou gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

  At the same time, someone fetched the horse, turned on the horse, and had to follow Wei Yan to meet the emperor's chariot.

  The little fat man had been reported a long time ago. He poked his head out of the parked car, his eyes widened, trying to find the person he wanted to see in the crowd.

  Unexpectedly, before he could see clearly, someone shouted loudly in front of him:

   "Chen Wei Yan, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Um?

  The little fat man stretched his neck involuntarily, trying to see what was going on ahead.

  The leader, why is there only one Wei Yan?

  Where is my brother-in-law?

   "Where is Feng Qing?"

  (end of this chapter)