After knowing the result, Yang Mo was not in a hurry.

The expression on his face relieved a lot.

He noticed a slight slightest in Zhao Hong's tone: Zhao Hong seemed to be dissatisfied with Wang Gui.

No, there should be any conflict between the two.

Otherwise, the cunning Zhao Hong would never have shown this dissatisfaction to the fullest without any concealment.

"The war is tight?"

Almost in an instant, Yang Mo made up his mind: If these victims could be better off, what would it be even if they were Zhao Hong's gun?

"Master Zhao has drunk too much. Now the Jeju army has no people. Where did it come from? "

Although he had decided to let Zhao Hong treat himself as a gun, Yang Mo still had enough scenes in his performance and looked aggressive.

Yang Mo and himself were not in the first place, and Zhao Hong knew very well, so he didn't care about his sarcasm.

I felt a little happy: "It just so happened that I couldn't reach an agreement with you, Wang Gui, and Yang Mo, the sucker, came. I will use him to deal with you."

He made up his attention and his tone was not good, but he grasped the temperature: "Although Mr. Yang had been the general manager of military affairs, he did not understand military affairs. The so-called three armies had not moved, food and grass should be taken first. Although the Jeju army had not arrived, he had to make plans early. Otherwise, it would be too late to prepare when they came?"

Before the three armies moved, food and supplies came here first. Zhao Hong deliberately paused in an angry tone, as if he wanted to get Yang Mo's attention.

Yang Mo also keenly noticed Zhao Hong's hint and sneered: "Food and grass come first? Can you ask Zhao Zhizhou, where is the food and grass? Why do I only see the hard-working people, but not the food."

"And the people use labor for relief, and all the food and drink are provided by the aristocratic families. Where did the food and grass go?"

Zhao Hong was happy. He asked Wang Gui to come to the government office to discuss money and food.

Li Jiancheng is now promoting labor-for-relief, but he is unwilling to pay for it. He is just a decent choice, wanting the horse to run away, but he doesn't let the horse eat grass.

He didn't even give the most basic start-up capital, and he relied on his face to deceive the Taiyuan family.

The current situation is that if you don’t give money and food, Zhao Hong’s face is no longer worth it.

Zhao Hong did not answer, but looked at Wang Gui instead.

The meaning is very obvious, just tell Yang Mo, do you want to know? Go and ask Wang Gui.

Wang Gui had long noticed Zhao Hong's thoughts, but his face was not moving like a mountain, looking light and quiet.

You say whatever you like, I pretend not to hear it anyway.

When Yang Mo saw Zhao Hong throwing the pot on Wang Gui, he also took the opportunity to ask: "The king is boring, you are responsible for the specific matter of labor-for-relief. Yang Mo has something unknown, so please give me advice."

"My son-in-law was joking, but he didn't dare to give advice, but Wang Gui didn't dare not answer if he asked."

"Okay, the king is boring. Since the work-for-relief is led by the Duke's Mansion, why should the noble families in the city take over it?"

Yang Mo just asked Zhao Hong, and Zhao Hong also answered this question.

Therefore, Wang Gui did not hesitate at all: "If you say goodbye to me, there are too many victims in the city, but there are very few servants in the government office."

He said it was not too slow: "The second reason is that even if there are enough labor, there are not enough labor."

"This problem can be solved by letting the aristocratic families take over in the city."

"How to solve it?"

Seeing that he was the same as Zhao Hong said, Yang Mo continued to ask: "What about?"

Wang Gui smiled: "For example, ten refugees work for five days in the city for ten days, and then work for the aristocratic families that they undertake for five days, so the aristocratic families provide food, accommodation and wages."

After hearing this, Yang Mo's face changed suddenly.

He originally thought that Wang Gui was also a famous minister in history, and his methods of opinion should be different from those of ordinary people, or his governance skills would not be too strong for the people.

But I didn't expect that such words could be said with confidence from my mouth.

"Work for the public in five days and for the aristocratic family in five days. The aristocratic family manages food, accommodation and wages, but the public can't pay a penny. The king's bookkeeper has made a good plan."

Yang Mo's tone was more angry than anger, but he suppressed his anger, turning this anger into sarcasm.

Wang Gui frowned slightly and did not refute.

In his opinion, Yang Mo was not familiar with government affairs, and his explanation was undoubtedly just to play the piano against a cow.

Li Bai, who was standing behind Yang Mo, was a little confused.

He looked at Wang Gui who was calm, then looked at Yang Mo with a cold face, and whispered with his elbow to Wang Ying beside him, "Isn't that right?"

In Li Bai's opinion, Wang Gui's method is logically perfect.

The government office and the Duke's Mansion do not have to pay. The aristocratic families spend very little money to do all the things they want, such as yards or other work.

The people have also solved the problem of food and accommodation, and even have money to get it. Wouldn’t it be a matter of three goals in one fell swoop?

But Wang Ying looked at Wang Gui and snorted coldly: "Without worrying about being weak but not being equal, why should aristocratic families pay for their work for the government office? Wouldn't they be exhausted from the refugees?"

Li Bai exclaimed and immediately understood.

Wang Ying was right, but in the minds of the aristocratic families, they didn’t think so.

Instead, they would think that the government office ordered refugees to build a house in five days without spending a penny.

Then it was their turn to call refugees for five days and they had to build two houses, but they were considered the same as the government office.

Building a house within five days is a disadvantage for the aristocratic family.

When the government office or the public family saw that the aristocratic family had allowed the people to build two houses within five days, they must have felt that the people could do so many things. OK, then in the next five days, they would build three houses.

When aristocratic families meet, they must also double down.

After all, the people will suffer after all.

Of course, Wang Ying was able to understand this principle, not because he felt sorry for the people, nor did he understand what intra-volume is.

He didn't even think about suffering the people.

Instead, he thought about this issue from the perspective of an excellent family of aristocratic families.

When Yang Mo heard Wang Ying say this, he thought of a more likely reality:

In order to prevent the people from having the strength to do more work during the five days of working for the public, the aristocratic families will cut their food.

On weekdays, I give two steamed buns, but when I go to work for the public, I give one.

These aristocratic families in Taiyuan are able to do such things.

Just like they can pay their wages annually, Yang Mo finds it incredible when he thinks about it now.

"Wang Shidi is right."

Wang Gui also nodded seriously: "So we have stipulated the amount of work for the people when they work for aristocratic families, and there will be no matter how aristocratic families force the people."

"So do you have any regulations on how much to eat for the people in a meal?"

Yang Mo smiled coldly.

"this..."

Wang Gui was stunned, but he didn't expect Yang Mo's thinking to be so tricky.
Chapter completed!