Wang Jing was dumbfounded: "There is more? Where? If there really is, then everyone can hang themselves."

Zhao Zhongqian smiled and said: "My lord, since the third year of Yuanfeng's reign, our dynasty has been printing silk banknotes for the Liao dynasty. It was initially set at 250,000 coins per year. It has been seventeen years now."

"In these years, your dynasty gradually increased the amount of banknote printing. By the eighth year of Yuanfeng, it had increased to 500,000 guan a year."

"According to the account books of the Statistics Department of our Imperial Song Bank, these silk banknotes have accumulated to a total of seven million coins."

"Prime Minister, I would like to ask, how many silk banknotes are actually circulating in the market in your dynasty?"

"The Prime Minister should be very aware of the bank run crisis some time ago. Later, he ordered the iron coins to be minted in the Whining Mountains to be exchanged for silk banknotes. The Prime Minister received a total of only 1.2 million coins in exchange, right?"

"Recently, the price of banknotes has been relatively stable, the Prime Minister ordered that silk banknotes are still in circulation, Tokyo Road banknotes are in full use again, business has been recovering, and all ministers praised my husband's economic ability."

"But what I want to ask is, where did the remaining 5.8 million silk notes go?"

"Or bugs and wear and tear from use..."

Speaking of this, Wang Jing did not believe it: "Such a large number ... won't be ... No, right? The trade of the Daoli Division of the Greater Song City and I have always used the shipping money, right ..."

"There's nothing wrong. It seems that my husband is aware of it."

"Although the Shipping Department does not accept silk banknotes from your dynasty, there is not only one shipping department that does business with your dynasty in the Song Dynasty."

"As early as the day the silk banknotes were issued, Situ warned your court repeatedly that the banknotes must be backed by a deposit, otherwise they will be just a piece of waste paper."

"However, your court refused to listen and continued to increase the circulation. In order to balance the trade between the two parties, Situ had no choice but to quietly absorb the silk banknotes from your court to help your court maintain the credibility of the silk banknotes, so that the silk banknotes can still be used today.

"

"Before, Sitong was doing this. Later, Sitong's business was split. It was me, Chaohuangsong Bank, who was doing this. To put it bluntly, it was me, the late Emperor and His Majesty, who had been telling you this."

"Ms. Wang, do you understand? Let me put it in more understandable terms. Your Majesty now owes your Majesty 5.8 million yuan."

The sweat on Wang Jing's forehead suddenly dripped down: "This...this..."

"My husband, you don't have to be like this, as if you only know it yourself." Zhao Zongyou said jokingly: "The first warning in business is greed. In the words of my lord Situ, if you go out to mess around, you will have to pay back sooner or later."

"If...if we didn't..."

"No, right?" Zhao Zongyou laughed loudly: "Mr., don't make such a joke with me."

"It doesn't matter if you don't return it. The 5.8 million guan is now on Zhangzi Island. I can send it to Liaodong and make it worthless together with the 1.2 million guan in Wang Xianggong's hands.

"

"I, the Song Dynasty, can afford to lose. Your Majesty, the worst I can do is suffer a loss at the age of forty-three. I will use the proceeds from my cooperation with my husband in the past few years to sell off the property I purchased in Liaodong and fill it up."

"But I dare to ask my husband, can you afford the same loss in Tokyo?"

Wang Jing was so anxious that he burst into tears and pulled Zhao Zongyou's sleeve: "Jiedu, brother, this is absolutely impossible. I have worked hard in Liaodong for decades and be wiped out in one day. It's nothing. But there are more than fifty people in Liaodong."

The prefectures and counties, with millions of households, can no longer withstand such a catastrophe..."

"Your Majesty and Situ have always helped the people of the world, and their benevolence has spread all over the world. They will definitely not agree with my brother doing this... right brother? You must tell me the truth today, right brother?"

Zhao Zhongqian quickly asked Ma San to find a towel to wipe Wang Jing with: "Isn't this what my husband's words just triggered? Is this the end of our chat? My husband doesn't know what I, Zhao Zhongqian, do to my friends."

"Don't worry, ten thousand hearts! If Song Dynasty really wants to do this, then why has it supported the development of Liaodong all these years? Didn't Situ's efforts all these years have been in vain?"

Wang Jing then took the towel from Ma San's hand and wiped it: "Jiedu just bluffed me to death!"

Zhao Zhongqian said: "Actually, what I said is the same. Our country and your country, or at least the Tokyo Road, have common interests. Therefore, our country will never sit idly by and ignore the troubles of the Tokyo Road."

"For these reasons, I have told Marshal Chen Cao that our country does not want a few people to betray the Liao Kingdom. On the contrary, you can protect the Tokyo Road from being catastrophic. This not only saves the vitality of your country, but also saves the life of our country.

A benefit.”

"Therefore, what our court values ​​most is your loyalty to the Liao Kingdom."

"Take the silk banknotes just now as an example. Saving the 1.2 million gu in Tokyo Road means simultaneously saving the 5.8 million gu in our official family? What is this called? This is called a gain for both, and a loss for both.

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"Otherwise, with Chen Caoshuai's loyalty, can he allow me to live in this courtyard?"

Chen Wuji raised his hands to Wang Jing and said: "If the Prime Minister thinks that Wuji is selfish, he can leave today. Wuji will never complain."

"What a wonderful idea!" Wang Jing immediately put on the air of the prime minister again: "When the country is in trouble, and the noble officials are trying to save the trouble, how can you be allowed to hide from the world and avoid suspicion? Let's hear what Jiedu says!"

Zhao Zongyou handed over his hand: "My husband also said just now that the survival of this country is in critical condition. But if my husband can turn the tide, stabilize one side, and solve all the current problems, wouldn't he also have outstanding achievements and good reputation? Would he be famous after his death?

Will it be enjoyed by thousands of families and be remembered forever?"

"After explaining the Taoist scriptures, I will understand." Wang Jing also bowed to Zhao Zhongqian: "However, I am stupid and I really can't think of any other way to solve these problems."

Zhao Zhongqian said: "To solve the problem, we must first analyze what problems we are facing now."

"First inside and then outside. Let's talk about the internal problems of Tokyo Road first."

"No matter what the money is, it's actually bonds, food, riots, and refugees, right?"

Wang Jing couldn't help but nod.

"The bond issue, according to Situ's earliest agreement with Xianggong, and the production capacity of Liaoyang Iron Works, would have been enough to support it."

"But because my husband had to raise funds for Beifang over the years, they just took it away. Otherwise, by today's development, my husband would have already collected enough to pay the principal and interest."

Wang Jing lamented: "It's a pity that the loyal ministers worked hard at home, and the generals lost their troops and humiliated the country abroad. No matter how big the hole is, it's not enough to fill the hole they made..."

Zhao Zhongqian said: "That's not my husband's problem. As long as we can maintain the production of Liaoyang Iron Works, in fact, these bonds will not be repaid within a few years."

Wang Jing nodded: "That's the truth, but with the current situation, the iron factory may have to stop work tomorrow."

Zhao Zhongqian smiled and said: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. We just need to find the problem first and then find a solution."

"Let's talk about food shortage again. Food shortage is actually the same as bonds. Tokyo Road guards the huge Liaoyang Plain, has developed water conservancy projects, and introduced many good grain varieties from the Song Dynasty. In recent years, some sugar fields have even been produced.

We can exchange supplies with the Song Dynasty, which is actually enough to support what we need together."

"It's just that we had to supply Upper Beijing, Nanjing, and Central Beijing. Together, we lost half of the country, so the burden was heavy."

Wang Jing almost burst into tears: "Jiedu is the one who truly understands. It's a pity that in my court in the Beiting, few people understand my plight..."

Zhao Zhongqian didn't bother to pay attention to his ugly performance: "Besides, rioters, rioters and rebels are actually also a problem. Because Gao Yongchang crossed more than 20 states on the north bank of the Liao River, there were refugees. As long as Gao Yongchang is eliminated, this

The problem no longer exists, right?"

Wang Jing nodded again: "Yes, if there was no Yongchang Rebellion, the output of Liaoyang Mansion this year would be enough to quell this man-made famine."

Zhao Zhongqian said: "After talking about internal troubles, let's talk about foreign troubles, which are just the king of Wei, Beiting, and female straight women, right?"

"That's it, oh my dear brother, my chest started to feel tight again..."

Zhao Zhongqian laughed: "After hearing the solution I came up with for Ming Gong, Ming Gong will feel comfortable."

Wang Jing said anxiously: "Brother, please take care of yourself. At this time of year, even if I drink poison to quench my thirst, I'm afraid I have to drink it."

These words are very frank, and Wang Jing is actually hinting at his own attitude. As long as he can keep his fortune in Liaodong, he doesn't care if the gangs outside die!
Chapter completed!