15,000 taels, which was obviously a price all over the sky. Even though Sodor was willing to seek peace, he couldn't help but look down. He suppressed his anger, smiled reluctantly, and said in a sincere tone: "General Sun is joking. As far as I know, even the Ming Dynasty, the annual taxes earned are only a few million taels, and 150 million taels. General Sun is really humorous."

The Ming Dynasty only had millions of taels of silver and 150 million taels a year. That would be the tax revenue of the Ming Dynasty for decades. The truck of broken porcelain would be thrown on the street for one or five cents. It was obviously a deliberate way. If the superiors had repeatedly ordered not to conflict with Sichuan, Sodor would have been overturned the table and tweaked the knife to face each other.

"Do I look like a joke?" Sun Xiong said coldly: "Master Jiala is not refusing to admit his account, right?"

"General Sun, you are so clear and unreasonable." Before Sodor could speak, a Han Eight Banner Niu Lu, named Chen, couldn't help but speak: "1,500 treasures, each of which is as high as 100,000 taels of silver. Wouldn't it be that all the treasures of all dynasties have been put into your pocket? Besides, when we took over, the porcelain carried in the carriage was broken, worthless. It must be that your people broke during transportation. Sodor's Jiala's real compensation was 3,000 taels, and that was the best."

"What's your name?" Sun Xiong asked with a glaring look.

"The little Chen Ziqiang, Han Inlaid White Flag Niulu."

"Get out" Sun Xiong said without any shame: "A little Niu Lu, where can I get you to talk about? First, your position is too low, which is not equal to me. Second, I will be unhappy when I see you, those who forget the sect and bear the ancestors."

"You..." Chen Ziqiang's face was swelling and red as if he was pig liver. He was about to refute, but Sodore, who was standing beside him, quickly stopped him with his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and retreated angrily.

Sodor smiled and smoothed out the situation: "My subordinates lack discipline. General Sun has a large number of them. Don't bother with him, but then again, when we took over this batch of porcelain, they were indeed broken, and none of them were intact. Will there be any misunderstandings in this? It's just compensation. The price is too high."

"Mr. Jiala means that the people in my Governor's Mansion are fools, and they traveled thousands of miles from Sichuan to pull more than ten cars of rags and embarrassingly?"

This guy is really good at pretending. Sodor understands that his confidant was cheated, but the other party is fearless. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "God testified, and when we took over, we were indeed completely broken."

"I have asked, we have a female slave named Yilan who was snatched away by you Niu Lu. Will that Niu Lu vent his anger for her and smash the goods in anger?"

Sodor's old face twitched and said humbly: "Is the compensation too high? We really can't afford it. Please forgive General Sun. As long as this matter is resolved, I will definitely pay filial piety."

Seeing these Qing Tartars so much that they were so stuffy that they had to endure it again, Sun Xiong was relieved, but these butchers who harmed their fellow villagers did not sympathize with them at all. Hearing this, he said indifferently: "You think this amount is high? It's not expensive. We have a general who likes those porcelain and wants to exchange it for one hundred beauties of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. We just exchanged one porcelain, but our Governor refused. For the sake of the friendship between the Qing Dynasty and Sichuan, one only charges 10,000 taels of gold, which is really not expensive."

Ten thousand taels of gold were said as if a cabbage on the street. Sodor thrust his old face and wanted to refute it, but he was a bannerman, so he couldn't say that the beauty of the bannerman was worthless. After taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "General Sun, have no negotiation?"

"No." Sun Xiong flatly refused.

"150 million taels, this amount is too large, and I cannot make the decision. I also have to ask the Lord for advice and ask General Sun to give him some grace." Sodor said respectfully.

This matter is not something you can handle. Although your subordinates have to be implicated if they make mistakes, there is no way to do so. Sodor also figured it out. Sichuan deliberately provoked it. No matter how he mixed it, it would be useless. It would be better not to care about it and let the people above get a headache.

Sun Xiong stood up suddenly and said coldly: "I will give you ten days, but I haven't got a satisfactory answer in ten days. What consequences will Lord Jiala imagine by yourself."

"Ten days? General Sun, this place is thousands of miles away from the capital. There is nowhere to go for ten days. It will take at least one month. Please give General Sun some more time." Sodor immediately bargained.

One more time will make you more calm.

"That's your business, it has nothing to do with me. Lord Jiala, remember, ten days." After Sun Xiong said that, he didn't even say goodbye and rode away straight away, giving Sodor the back of whom he almost bit his silver teeth.

A serious "diplomacy incident" occurred in Ningqiang Prefecture, and it was immediately transmitted to Dorgon, who was in charge of Tongguan. A small piece of information was like a small stone thrown in a calm lake, which suddenly disrupted the original calm. The anxious Dorgon immediately found Fan Wencheng, whom he trusted the most, to discuss and analyze Sichuan's purpose and motives.

The two of them had not yet found the results. After just one day, Sodor's second letter of information arrived again. This time the information was much more detailed than the first time. He explained the whole story clearly, and even Sun Xiong's harsh requirements were written.

"Huangguan" After reading the information, Dorgon kicked the chair down with his legs and said furiously: "This damn Akti, I'm bad for my big business. I have repeatedly ordered not to have a conflict in Sichuan. These idiots just don't listen to it and ruin my big business."

Dorgon paced back and forth in the lobby with his hands behind his back, his face full of anxiety, and soon roared and said, "I have found the best craftsmen to develop new muskets and imitate bullets. I have made some progress recently. Time, what I want is the time. As long as we can create new muskets and bullets ourselves, how could our Qing Dynasty be so tolerant of a small Sichuan? It's not yet time, why can't these fools understand my good intentions?"

"Sichuan is too much. You don't have to be so greedy if you want to extort some money. 150 million taels, and the Ming Dynasty only earns a few million a year. He really dares to speak out. No, he has to find someone to be an intermediary to communicate. Do you really think that I have a mountain of gold and silver?"

Just when Dorgon was so anxious that he was wandering around, Grand Secretary Fan Wencheng didn't speak, but was drinking tea leisurely, and everything about his relationship had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Fan, when is it now? You still have the heart to drink tea here. Come and think of a solution for me." Seeing that Fan Wenchengzhe was still so leisurely at this time, Dorgon's tone was a little dissatisfied.

As a military advisor, he is so anxious that he is in a state of anxiety that he is still in a state of tea. This is unreasonable.

Fan Wencheng gently put down the teacup and shook his head and said, "Sir, if you want to add a crime, you have no words. Such a simple trap can be used, which shows that they are willing to provoke. A bunch of broken porcelain pieces actually cost 150 million taels. It is simply lawless. Even if we pass this in a low voice, he will soon do something else. At that time, it will not only hurt money and supplies, but also damage our morale."

"I don't know this," Dorgon said helplessly: "Chuan's arms are sharp, and we have suffered a lot of losses. Now we are swallowing our anger in order to delay time and let our craftsmen study the firearms as soon as possible, so that we don't have to be afraid of them."

"Lu Wenhua has been seizing Sichuan for many years and keeping a low profile. From his easy defeat of the Western Army, we can see that he has the ability to compete for the Central Plains, but he has been hiding behind him. He deliberately sold weapons to fight for us. He picked up the remaining leaves behind him. From the bullets he gave us had problems, he knew that his intentions were bad. The land was conquered by him, and solved his worries, and naturally the fox's tail was revealed."

After pausing, Fan Wencheng continued: "As far as villains know, Sichuan's fine works and scouts are very good. When we imitate firearms, they must know that what we think of, they must also think that with the cunning surnamed Lu, he will not give us this time."

"What does Mr. Fan mean?"

"It is better to start first, but then you will suffer."

"But………"

Fan Wencheng said seriously: "King, if you are constantly breaking, you will suffer the chaos. Although Sichuan has muskets and cannons and conquered Fan lands, we are not the former Wuxia Ameng. We have captured a large number of troops and population. We have firearms to help us at the dangerous pass, and our chances of victory are not lower than those of the Sichuan Army. Although the Sichuan Army has a war to defeat the Daxi Army, those mobs cannot compare with the Qing cavalry that dominated the world."

"If you want to add a crime, why not worry about it?" "If you start first, you will be strong, and then you will suffer." Dorgon repeatedly said these two sentences repeatedly with complex expressions. He originally wanted to negotiate with Sichuan, for example, the two armies joined forces to win the world and then divide and govern it. Anyway, the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were only a few people, and they were satisfied to be able to enter the Central Plains and occupy half of the country. However, after hearing Fan Wencheng's words, he became firm at once.

If the tiger is not killed, there will be endless troubles. The Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains. Such a good situation naturally hopes to rule the world. Dorgon understood that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how weak the Ming Dynasty is, it is not something that a small Qing Dynasty can shake. The reason why he can succeed is entirely due to the internal friction of the Ming Dynasty. At the darkest and most chaotic moment of the Ming Dynasty and the Dashun regime, he took a huge advantage. If the people of the Central Plains are stable and awakened, especially when someone takes the lead, how many Qing bannermen who entered the pass can get out of the pass?

Dorgon was a decisive man who killed and attacked Fan Wencheng Gong and bowed to Fan Wencheng Gong after hearing this, "I am in the game. Fortunately, Mr. Fan woke up the dreamer with his words. Yes, since Sichuan provided us with the problematic firearms and ammunition, we have been in a state of dying. Unfortunately, my brave brother Duoduo died under those firearms. I vowed not to be with Chuan Gou."
Chapter completed!