As the emperor, Li Shimin's first reaction after getting this silver coin was not to pay attention to its value or whether its workmanship was exquisite, or even to where it came from. What he was concerned about was who was engraved on this silver coin.

In Yan Fei's opinion, this is not the most important thing at all, but in Li Shimin's opinion, this is a huge matter related to imperial power.

The emperor is the supreme emperor in the world, and no one except himself can be carved on silver coins. Even Yan Fei cannot do it. Of course, this is also the idea after Li Shimin saw that the image of the avatar was completely inconsistent with Yan Fei.

"Of course it's Your Majesty himself." Yan Fei shrugged his shoulders. "Who else besides Your Majesty is qualified to be carved on it? By the way, there is the portrait of Your Majesty on the silver coins. If you cut it privately, it should be a crime, right?"

"The sin of deceiving the king is unforgivable!"

One tael of silver is a big sum of money in this era. For example, in film and television dramas, those things that can easily spend hundreds of taels in restaurants can be eaten in restaurants are a joke. There is absolutely no such high-consumption restaurant in the history of thousands of years.

For convenience, the people may cut silver coins into small pieces and use them directly. However, after carving the emperor's avatar, no one dares to do such things. Cutting the emperor's head is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

The raw materials for these silver coins are made by Yan Fei purchased industrial silver from the modern world at a low price, doped with some lead and other metals and stamped with machines. The factories that produce them were set in the space and time of the late Ming Dynasty.

The time and space in the late Ming Dynasty were almost completely mastered by Yan Fei and became his logistics base. Moreover, Yan Fei also moved many simple factories to that time and space, using the people there as labor to produce various materials. This saves money and effort and avoids all kinds of troubles in the modern world.

Items like silver coins that can be easily manufactured on a large scale using stamping machinery have no technical content at all. They can be produced on a large scale after pulling dozens of machines and hiring hundreds of workers to teach and teach images.

As for whether the production is silver coins, copper coins or gold coins, the difference lies in the raw materials used. As for the characters carved on the coins, it depends on where Yan Fei is going to use them. Machine typesetting and stamping are very simple.

"I have enough silver coins to pay for the opening fee." Yan Fei had another sentence in his mind. As for whether there are enough copper coins here to exchange, which ultimately leads to a surge in copper prices, it is not his problem.

Li Shimin obviously didn't understand this kind of economic problem. After fiddling with the silver coins in his hand, he clicked "Ma" with satisfaction.

Millions of silver coins flowed into the Tang Dynasty, and without enough copper coins as exchange, it would inevitably lead to a sharp increase in copper prices and a sharp drop in silver prices. It was destined to be used as currency for bulk transactions before having enough copper coins.

However, in this case, it will not implode in the short term, at least not before returning from the conquest of Goguryeo. When he got the second Nine Cauldron, Yan Fei almost completed the process of this time and space. As for what will happen in the future, he would ignore it.

No matter which era, there was no money to solve the problem. After more than 200,000 soldiers from the palace received thirty silver coins of each person, it was said that one or two silver coins worth a while ago, they shouted long live the emperor. Then they formed an army happily and began to move towards Tongguan.

Such a huge army travel can be said to be a cover of the sky, with drums rumbling and flags rushing. Especially this time, Li Shimin, the emperor, personally led the army to take away most of the imperial court and many logistics personnel, which seemed even more imposing.

When Liu Hongji, who was the vanguard, had already led his troops to Tongguan, the last guard troops did not even set off outside Chang'an City. This shows how large the army is.

Of course, it is not impossible to fill Guanzhong with 200,000 or 300,000 people. The main reason is that the army goes to war according to the corresponding organization. Moreover, it is walking the main road from Chang'an to Tongguan. In addition, the main line of walking is naturally stretched the team for a long time. A scale of more than 200,000 can lead to the momentum of a million troops.

As for the march route, after leaving Chang'an City, they entered Luoyang through Tongguan. Then they went to Liyang to go north and passed the river. They arrived in Youzhou in the north. Youzhou was the front line against Goguryeo.

When he was in Guanzhong, it was a base camp and there were grain storage everywhere, Yan Fei, who followed the Central Army, only needed to be responsible for the supply of the Central Army's food and grass supplies. However, after the Tongguan gathered in Luoyang, the food and grass for the entire army would need to be provided by Yan Fei.

"Is this Luoyang City?" Yan Fei, who came to Luoyang City, looked at this ancient capital with thousands of years of history with the central army. The tall and quaint city walls radiated a vicissitudes of vicissitudes under the reflection of the sun.

The ancient city Luoyang has a history of five thousand years, and the history of building a city alone has been four thousand years. All the 5 thousand years of China can be said to have experienced it. Even in the Paleolithic Age hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were traces of human habitation here.

When Dayu divided the world, Luoyang was divided into ancient Yuzhou. As for the origin of the name, it was named because it was located in the Yang of Luoshui.

"What about my famous city in the Tang Dynasty?" Li Shimin, riding on a horse, showed his city to Yan Fei with a little reserved attitude. "How about it compared to your hometown?"

"It's indeed a good place." Yan Fei thought that if we compare it from the aspects of economy, transportation, life and people's livelihood, Luoyang City in this era is probably not even comparable to third- and fourth-tier cities in the modern world. However, when it comes to culture, it's indeed a good place.

"Hahaha~~~" Li Shimin laughed proudly. He always felt suppressed when facing Yan Fei, but now he can finally move back to Yicheng and feels naturally in a good mood.

Li Shimin is both civil and military, and his ability to recite poems and essays is also excellent in leading troops to fight. He is much better than a waste snack in later wild boar skins that claim to have written tens of thousands of poems but has not been passed down. At this moment, he was in a good mood and pointed at Luoyang City in the distance with a horse whip and wrote a poem "The forest is full of fragrant scenery, and Luoyang is full of spring. The red face contains the distant days, the green shadow is Changjin. Qiao Ke is a delicate bird, and the low branches reflect the beauty. He used to be a garden, but now he is treasured on the table."

"Okay~~~" The ministers accompanying him immediately gave him a burst of praise. They gave him all kinds of flattery like they don't have money, but they all said very elegantly. The skill of flattery is absolutely profound.

Li Shimin enjoyed this feeling of being praised, especially when these civil officials praised his literary talent rather than martial arts. However, when these people and the king and his ministers were in a happy mood, Wei Zheng, who had always been a stinky stone in the pit behind his back, appeared.

As soon as Wei Zheng appeared, he scolded Chu Suiliang and others for flattering and beating all villains. His poems were very ordinary, but they blow the emperor to the sky. You are trying to make the emperor feel complacent and proud.

Chu Suiliang, Tang Jian and others all stared at Wei Zheng with a gray look on their faces. No matter who was scolded, they would not feel good about it, but their skills in cursing were not as good as Wei Zheng, so they could only force themselves to endure it. As for Li Shimin, who was beside him, he was also full of unswerving expressions.

"Sure enough." Yan Fei was a little moved when he looked at all in front of him. After Wei Zheng's death, the tombstone was pushed down, and the marriage between his son and the princess was cancelled, but no one stood up to speak for him was not without a reason. Although Wei Zheng's character is a loyal minister and an lonely minister, he offended all the emperor and all officials on weekdays. Although he had won a reputation for his history, it was a disaster for his descendants.

"Your Majesty's poems are just ordinary works and cannot be compared with Yan Zihou at all." When Yan Fei was still sighing about Wei Zheng's ending, this famous man pulled him into the mirror. "Yan Zihou is here, who dares to write a poem?"

Yan Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Zheng. Is this old man trying to cheat him?

"Haha~~~" Li Shimin covered his anger with a big laugh, then looked at Yan Fei, "I forgot Zihou's talent in poetry. I wonder what masterpieces are there today?"

Yan Fei was still thinking about what Wei Zheng wanted to do, and was not in the mood to copy. He looked at the crowds of people outside Luoyang City who were preparing to welcome the emperor. "Your Majesty, everyone over there is waiting."

"Just let them wait." Li Shimin waved his hand, "What does it count as compared to Zihou's masterpiece?"

After looking at Wei Zheng with a expressionless face, Yan Fei recalled the poems about Luoyang City that he had read and copied directly, "Luoyang City East and West, I have been farewell to the scriptures. In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow."

Poetry is definitely a good poem, but after Yan Fei finished reading it, the civil servants and Li Shimin around him all looked at him with strange eyes, even like Chu Suiliang and a few younger ones were still holding back their smiles.

When Yan Fei was confused, Wei Zheng stroked his beard and said, "Zihou is too humble. Although Fan Yun's other poems are a masterpiece, they are inappropriate."

"Damn!" Yan Fei finally realized that he had copied the poems from the Tang Dynasty before, and his face was so embarrassing. Although he was calm on the surface, Yan Fei could feel that his face was faintly hot. This really lost all the faces of many time traveling troops.

"Cough." Yan Fei raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed, "Okay, I've done poetry, now go to the city."

If it weren't for the fact that many masterpieces were surprising to everyone when he was talking about the controversy in the hall, such as Yan Fei, who steals the poems of his predecessors, would have been condemned. It was precisely because of the previous preparation that although Chu Suiliang and the others wanted to laugh, they subconsciously defended Yan Fei, believing that he was just dissatisfied with Wei Zheng's forced and unwilling to write poems.

No one would know that Yan Fei's heart was full of anger at this time. Although he knew that Wei Zheng must have something to discuss with him, he had already kept this matter in his heart. As long as the opportunity was right, he would definitely go back immediately to save the lost face this time.

Yan Fei didn't understand what Wei Zheng meant to tease him, but Li Shimin on the side saw clearly. He also knew the reason why Wei Zheng did this. Thinking of those mountain and Dongqi families, a dark cloud flashed across Li Er's face.
Chapter completed!