It must be nothing small to be able to be able to be sent by Xiao Zheng himself, and not through the Shangshu Desk, to listen directly to the heaven without going through the Shangshu Depot. The emperor frowned and turned around and ordered the craftsmen of the Ministry of Works to continue studying the heavenly thunder. He got on his own carriage and returned to Weiyang Palace from the schoolyard.

It was the cold winter month, and it was cold outside, but there were many stoves in the Emperor's study room, which was as warm as spring. The Emperor sat on his chair and took out the memorial from the envelope while speaking, "Do you know what's going on?"

Xiao Zheng shook his head.

"The border army urgently reported that they were sent directly to the palace. His Majesty and the Prime Ministers of the Shangshutai did not read it, so naturally I didn't dare to read it."

The emperor didn't say anything. After reading the exhibition letter, he frowned.

"Yuwen Ministry is not honest."

He closed the memorial and groaned: "Near Yunzhou, there are a small group of Xianbei people plundering the border. It is approaching winter. They have no food, so they come to rob the food of our people of Great Jin."

The emperor did not talk to Xiao Zheng, but was just talking to himself.

He frowned and thought for a while, and then said, "Go and bring my husband, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War, to the palace."

Xiao Zheng nodded immediately and said respectfully: "I will go now."

It was afternoon now, and before the time came to finish work, several prime ministers and officials were all in their respective yamen offices in the imperial city. Xiao Zheng personally went to the Shangshutai and sent a few eunuchs in green to the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue. Not long after, the three officials of the court were already standing at the gate of Weiyang Palace. Zhou Yuan, the Minister of Revenue and Xu Zhen, the new Minister of War, first looked at each other, and then bowed to Gongyang Shu.

"The lower official has seen Pushe."

The six ministries were directly under the Shangshutai. They were all subordinates of Gong Yang Shu, but there were too many affairs in the court. The Shangshutai usually only involved major matters, and the affairs of the six ministries were generally solved by the six ministries themselves. Therefore, the six ministries had extremely heavy power.

Gong Yang Shu is nearly eighty years old now. Although he has no major problems in his body, his legs and feet are a little uneven, and his ears are a little uncomfortable.

After hearing the words of the two ministers, he nodded.

"You two ministers are kind, your Majesty summoned us, and we will go in."

The two ministers supported Gong Yang Shu and entered the study room of the Emperor in Weiyang Palace. After entering the study room, the Emperor waved his hand and signaled that they did not need to salute.

"Xiao Zheng, bring three chairs here."

Soon, the three dunzi placed under the butts of the three ministers. The emperor reached out and handed the memorial from the Zong family to Xiao Zheng, and said, "Let's take a look at Gongyang Pushe and two ministers."

Xiao Zheng bent over and passed the memorial to his husband Yang. Gong Yang Shu took it respectfully and read it slowly.

Just as he was looking through the scene, the emperor said, "This is the military newspaper that the old general sent someone to send back to Beijing. In less than two months since October, the Xianbei tribe on the border of Yunzhou has plundered the people of our great Jin Dynasty several times. General Zhong sent someone to write a letter to the King of Yan to ask about the cause of the matter. The latter said that it was done by the people of the Qigui tribe and had nothing to do with their king's tent."

Speaking of this, the emperor was a little angry.

"The Qigui tribe in the Yuwen tribe was swallowed by Yuwen Zhao long ago in the previous emperor's dynasty, but it has been pushed to the Qigui tribe. Yuwen Zhao Ming surrendered to the Great Jin Dynasty, but he did not take the imperial court seriously!"

Speaking of this, the emperor said in a deep voice: "Since this kind of thing happens in Yunzhou City, then most of them will be there in Jizhou City. What do you think will be done with this matter?"

At this time, Gong Yang Shu had finished reading Zhong Xuantong's memorial. He handed the memorial to the other two ministers, then lowered his head slightly and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Xianbei tribe is very hateful to plunder the people of our great Jin Dynasty, but it is already cold and it is difficult to use troops. The old minister thought that Your Majesty should issue an order to instruct Yuwen Zhao to restrain his clan members, and if he violated the border, he deprived the title of the Yuwen tribe."

The emperor frowned.

"Of course, it's a reprimand, but I still want to do more."

The young emperor slowly spoke: "My idea is that if the Ministry of Revenue pays money, the Ministry of War will also help to move the people of the Great Jin on the northern border to the territory for 100 miles. In this way, with two passes in Yunzhou and Jizhou to protect the country, the people of the Xianbei tribe will have no way to plunder the people of our Great Jin."

The most shortage of a group is people. Therefore, nomadic peoples enter the pass and loot, not just rob money and food, but also rob women and men to strengthen the group.

Gong Yang Shu looked at the Minister of Revenue, who put down the memorial in his hand and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, some of the people of the Great Jin Dynasty on the northern border are military households, and some of them are local herdsmen. The merchants in the pass go to the north to go to the north to trade and have to rest in the border towns. Moving to the mainland is indeed useful, but it takes too much and time-consuming."

Zhou Yuan lowered his head and said, "I think the Ministry of War can think of a way to add more people to the beacon towers on the border. The border troops in Yunzhou and Jizhou should also actively protect the people on the border. As for the migration..."

Zhou Yuan was silent for a while and said, "This matter can be taken slowly, but it cannot be done overnight. The border between our northern border of Shanxi lasts for thousands of miles, and the local government will be responsible for the relocation and resettlement. The Ministry of Revenue will pay for the money, and the national treasury will be empty."

There is no such thing as demolition fees in this era. The biggest difficulty in relocation is resettlement and re-dividing land and building houses for these people. Such things are not thankful for their efforts, and the Ministry of Revenue will definitely not be willing to do it.

The young emperor frowned and stood up from the throne.

The emperor stood up, and the three ministers did not dare to sit down, so they stood up one after another.

Emperor Yuan Zhao thought for a long time, and finally looked back at Gong Yang Shu and asked, "Does the old prime minister think that Yuwen's ministry is a hidden danger to my great Jin?"

"Of course it is a hidden danger to my Great Jin."

The husband Yang bent down, stood behind the emperor, and said slowly: "I have sent people outside the pass in the past few years. After Yuwen Zhao unified the Yuwen Ministry, the population of the Yuwen Ministry has increased a lot in recent years, about one million."

Her husband Yang sighed: "More than a hundred years ago, when the Northern Zhou Dynasty went south to destroy the Forbidden Qi, there were only about 1.5 million people. The current Xianbei tribe is not much different from the Northern Zhou Dynasty before entering the pass."

Speaking of this, the old prime minister paused and continued: "Of course, the former Qi was in trouble with internal and external troubles, the court was corrupt, the national strength was declining, and the border troops refused to contribute. The country's fortune was over, which was far inferior to the current Great Jin Dynasty."

Emperor Yuan Zhao groaned.

"I, Dajin, aren't I internal and external troubles?"

He clenched his fists hard.

"It's hateful that I have to put one hand in the southwest now, otherwise the 100,000 troops in Hanzhong, plus Pei Jin's 50,000 troops will be transferred to the northern border. Yuwen Zhao will not dare to move at all no matter what!"

Gong Yang Shu was silent.

More than 40 years ago, the Yuwen Department was divided into four parts, and it was slowly unified a few years ago. A few years ago, the imperial court had a great opportunity to use troops to the north, and at least it could severely damage the Yuwen Department. But unfortunately, due to a series of internal reasons, this matter was never done.

The emperor spoke slowly.

"Transfer my will and issue an order to instruct Yuwen Zhao, telling him that if the Xianbei tribe dares to plunder my people and deprive the title of king, after the spring of next year, I will definitely use troops to the northern border and let the Yuwen tribe see my great Jin royal army!"

Speaking of this, the emperor paused and continued.
Chapter completed!