The two argued that Zhao Kuangyin did not argue with him and drank alcohol and ate meat as usual.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhao Guangyi knew that Zhao Kuangyin was the one who was in charge, so he asked him directly: "The imperial guards are in the world, screen good generals and soldiers, and use troops with caution. He will definitely be able to capture the entire Shu Kingdom. At that time, the treasury is full, will the northern expedition to Taiyuan be natural?"

"Eating meat is cooked thoroughly!" Zhao Kuangyin did not comment, and carefully cut the large piece of mutton in his hand and ate it slowly.

"Your Majesty must have already measured it!" Zhao Pu stopped, looked at the emperor, and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, Zezhi still understands me!" Zhao Kuangyin laughed, chewing the mutton in his mouth, and said vaguely: "The mutton in the Central Plains is still not very strong, Taiyuan is fertile, and the mutton should be more delicious!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guangyi sighed, his expression a little bald.

In the past few years, although he has followed his elder brother to participate in politics, he has been younger, shallow in qualifications and poor in military achievements, so he can only barely gain a foothold in the court.

It is extremely difficult to go further.

He is the prefect of Kaifeng, Tong Pingzhangshi, and is also one of the prime ministers. Zhao Pu, the new prime minister, has changed his attitude a lot and has a faint sense of hostility.

It's getting harder...

"Second brother, you are still too young!" He patted his shoulder with greasy hands, and Zhao Kuangyin taught earnestly:

"It's not that easy for us to run horses north and sail south!"

"Besides, the former king Quanbin plundered Shu, which aroused public anger, so that our reputation became bad. When we go to Shu, we will be enemies with not only famous generals like Pan Chongche, but also the people of Shu!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guangyi was silent.

Yes, how many wastes can there be like Meng Chang?

Moreover, this people are not mud legs that cannot be seen in big words, but a noble family. They hold a grudge against the Song army and have strong resistance, so it will be difficult to go there again.

"What brother said is very true!" Zhao Guangyi bowed his hand and suddenly realized.

"In addition, the operation of food and grass is also the top priority!"

Zhao Pu smiled slightly and made up for it.

"Guanzhong is broken, Xingyuan is narrow, and it is difficult to support the army. Although the imperial treasury is a little full, it is difficult to afford the transfer of thousands of miles. When we go north to the Eastern Han Dynasty, food and grass can be cheaper!"

"Okay, have a drink!" Zhao Kuangyin smiled and changed the topic, "Then it is time to transfer money and grain!"

In recent years, although the Eastern Han Dynasty (because it is in Hedong, it is called the Eastern Han Dynasty) has not gone south much, but the location of Hedong is too important, with a high position, a high position, and direct attack on the Central Plains, which is a concern.

As long as a monarch with a long-term awareness can realize the dangers, compared with that, although Shu is rich, it has been unfavorable to use troops before and has lost the opportunity, so it is difficult to move troops again.

"Your Majesty, Taiyuan City is strong and cannot stand up. If you attack it quickly, the Khitans cannot react. We have already arrived at the city and even captured Taiyuan and rejected it with the city."

Zhao Pu solemnly cared about the matter.

"Just as I want!" Zhao Kuangyin suddenly stood up, with a calm expression and said loudly: "Li Jixun (one of the ten brothers of Yishe) is the governor of Zhao Yi Army (Zhao and Lu Erzhou). He practices day and night. I believe in his level of leadership. Let him go north immediately. We will follow the army closely behind and will definitely destroy Taiyuan in one battle!"

As he said that, he left directly, thinking that he had gone back to the palace to draft a letter.

Zhao Guangyi was eating meat from his mouth. Seeing it, he was stunned for a while, then quickly spit it out and bowed: "I'll ask my husband for money and grain!"

After saying that, he left in the snow.

"In terms of speed, it's not so fast. This is the best mutton!"

Zhao Pu smiled, took a bite of roasted lamb, and left: "What a pity, give these to the slaves!"

"Yes!" Zhao Pu's wife responded gently and asked someone to clean up.

The prosperity of Tokyo is unparalleled in the world. The former capital of god Luoyang has declined with the intercepting of Tokyo. Only some old and young people from the Five Dynasties lived in Kaifeng. The political and economic center is indisputably located.

As usual, Zhang Yu drove a donkey cart through the streets and alleys, transporting the wine from outside the city to the major restaurants and restaurants in the city. Even though it was covered tightly, the fragrant smell of wine along the way still attracted many people.

"Go, go there!" Zhang Yu shook his whip and drove away the drunkard who was about to take advantage of it. Then he slowly came to a wine shop on the upper and lower floors, shouted and asked several friends to come and carry it.

In the second year of Jianlong (961), the imperial edict was issued: "If the people have 15 kilograms of private music die, and if those who make wine enter the city die, three people who fight to the city die." However, in order to maintain huge financial expenditures, the court gradually relaxed the "ban on alcohol" and took the wine industry to the central government, so that taxes could be withdrawn. This system of selling alcohol monopoly is called "de-wine".

Of course, the wine started during the Zhao Guangyi period. Now, in the second year of Jianlong in the Northern Song Dynasty, wine qulu can be made in every household.

As a wine dealer, he traveled around the streets to transport wine. Although he was a little tired, he earned more money, so it was naturally not a pain.

"Where is your shopkeeper?" Zhang Yu asked casually.

"Where is the backyard, you can settle the score with him, right?" the guy said with a smile.

"That's right, these barrels of wine are worth a lot of money!" Zhang Yu said casually, and then went to the backyard with sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacr

"Shopkeeper Zhao, are you settled the accounts?" Zhang Yu saw a middle-aged man holding the account book and quietly closed the door.

"Why don't I feel something is wrong today?" Zhang Yu asked softly.

"You are here at the right time!" Manager Zhao glanced at him and said in a deep voice:

"I came here today, and asked a private room to drink wine. When the guy delivered the food, he heard the words "Taiyuan and Khitan". Some people guessed that the Song people were going to send troops to the Northern Han Dynasty!"

"I'm afraid this is the case!" Zhang Yu said in a slight : "You have to let the old family know!"

"And, when you go north, you must buy grain. Maybe the price of grain will rise. I have to buy more grain to make wine!"

"No need, I'm afraid I'll ban alcohol at that time!" Manager Zhao shook his head and said, "You reminded me that I have to buy more grain, otherwise the grain merchants will believe it and the price increase will lead to a great loss!"

"Stingy guy, pay me a lot of money, three barrels of wine, one hundred and fifteen kilograms, fifteen jin of money!"

Zhang Yu said casually.

"This is for you!" Manager Zhao smiled, and then someone brought out a large box of copper coins, about 90 pounds, but the donkey cart was not available for return.

"If there is so much money, I'm afraid there will be only a few coins!"

After sighing, Zhang Yu left the city and came to his own brewery to spread the news.
Chapter completed!