".........................................500,000 people consume food every day, and they are extremely complex as stars in the sky. They die of illness, starve, and are eaten by others. The remaining things are rotten and easy to breed plague. In this way, 500,000 is a disaster."

In the Tai Chi Hall, it became quiet again. Geng Qing bowed to the emperor. Then in the voices, his eyes swept around. The morning sun was rising outside the hall, and the flags were flying in the sunshine. Palace maids and eunuchs walked under the eaves in groups.

The sound paused for a moment.

"But 500,000 people can be discarded like this? There is still a lot of land outside Chang'an that can be cultivated. How many people can the Wei River and Jing River raise? There is a shortage of labor everywhere in the city. Think about it, can these 500,000 people make me rich in the Great Qi? I decided to release them to the countryside, learn from the Prime Minister Cao in the late Han Dynasty, and implement the strategy of farming. First, let them be self-sufficient and reduce the expenditure of the court. Second, the lost food and money can be used to train more elite soldiers."

Speaking of this, some civil and military officials in the hall nodded with appreciation, while others were unwilling to let the army fall. However, without waiting for them to speak, Geng Qing turned around and walked through the middle.

"What I said before is just to strengthen our national strength, and there is a third sentence. This is a strategy to strengthen the army!"

The emperor on the dragon throne looked slightly stunned. When he heard these words, he couldn't tell whether the evil man below was good or bad. If he was not controlled by the other party, he might also say good!

Below, Geng Qing's voice continued.

"There are not many soldiers, but the elite troops, and the soldiers and horses that are matched are uneven. How can we win a battle? How can we clear the world and return to our Great Qi? The two wars on the west and north are enough to show that there is a big problem with our Qi army."

After the voice paused for a moment, someone asked, "What should Geng Xiang do?"

The figure walking ahead stopped, turned his back to everyone, responded to the man's words, and fell down violently.

"Give up the old and weak, streamline the soldiers, and reduce private soldiers. Civil officials are not allowed to shake hands with soldiers, and generals are not allowed to exceed 200 personal soldiers. The rest are included in the court, and the troops are allocated in a unified manner. Geng finished speaking. Do you have any objections?"

Looking at the military generals, the generals looked solemn, but there was a confusion in their eyes. If they had removed the 500,000 refugees from the army before, it was nothing to them. If they could increase their national strength, it would be a good thing for them. But now the people who have been used to leading troops to freely take advantage of themselves are like robbing their wives and concubines.

If it weren't for the emperor above, he would have been holding this young man, Geng Xiang-ho, and said.

"His Majesty!"

A general came out of the line and just clasped his fists to speak, the old man on the dragon chaise heard a vague sound of coughing, raised his hand, and waved the man back.

"Okay, Geng Xiang's meaning is what I mean. This is a long-term solution. We are not the rebel army that started the uprising. We should look like a country."

Actually, he was thinking in his heart, but he didn't understand why Geng Qing suddenly thought about Da Qi everywhere.

At present, he does not have much energy to think about it, but he just hopes to find a way to break free from this "cage" as soon as possible and regain power. If Geng Qing really plans for the court for a long time, he might consider letting him go.

"Sanchao—"

In the high noise, figures left with thoughts, Geng Qing walked at the end, and before he knew it, there was an eunuch wearing a purple round necktie next to him, with a cold expression and his eyes seemingly unfocused, looking blankly in front of him.

"When can we let our family take action and kill this old guy?"

"It still takes time. Without this old man, it will be difficult to control the people below him."

Geng Qing held his hands and looked at the officials walking in front of him, and smiled at Jiuyu next to him, "Don't be anxious, everything must be done step by step."

"But I see you, it seems that you are really planning for this pseudo-King."

"I am so kind? Don't think too much. This long-term strategy is something they can afford now. It's hard to achieve results without a few years of effort. It just looks like a delicious meat pie at the moment."

Geng Qing looked at the sun above his head with a smile and narrowed his eyes: "The contradiction has already arisen, but it still needs to be brewed, just like gunpowder, rub it and beat it tightly before it can be ignited."

"For example?" The handsome face of the blue and white finally had a little expression.

"Haha... For example, the traitor of the Great Qi prime minister killed the national rank, trapped the heroes of the green forest, and caused trouble to the court, causing the people to live in trouble, and complained and said, "We are the righteous men assassinated him!"

After saying that, Geng Qing patted the eunuch on the shoulder, telling him not to send him off. With his hands in his arms, hundreds of guards escorted him out of the palace and drove away from the carriage.

Not long after, the affairs of the refugees among the 500,000 troops were put on the agenda, and after three more court discussions, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works took over the matter, divided the land, built houses, opened farmland, distributed farm tools, and distributed seeds. The food rations for the year were complicated and meticulous. Geng Qing also participated in it and walked around the four departments of the palace all day long.

After all, the 500,000 people moved to the escort, which was different from the previous packages. They needed to be placed in batches. The huge number was only recorded in the list of people, and more than ten large cars were needed.

The generals in the army did not care too much about these refugees. First, there was an emperor suppressing them, so I couldn't say much. After all, it was for Qi's future. Secondly, the generals were still focused on reducing private soldiers and streamlining military generals. Geng Qing did not disclose the specific details, which made some generals feel a little angry.

He became more and more intense in words to Geng Qing, and even wanted to take action. In the end, he was suppressed by a group of generals of Meng Juehai. He believed in his words that the strategy of strengthening the army was right. The relationship between the two sides was confronted for one month, and he gradually became angry.

On the sixth day of August, the relocation of 500,000 refugees continued. During the court, Geng Qing had already reduced the private troops and streamlined the army.

The sky was burning, and the cicadas were chirping outside the window with hysterical chirping, and the dull air made people sleepy.

Geng Qing sat in the public housing of the Secretariat, looking at the summation of resettlement of refugees in his hand. The number of refugees was as large as 500,000 was actually counted, not so many, even less than 430,000 people. Many people died of starvation during the resettlement. Fortunately, the number was not large, and the Ministry of Revenue was also trying to coordinate with the Ministry of Justice's warehouse to receive food and handle it smoothly. Before this winter, all people should be placed properly.

After watching for a while, Geng Qing put down the numbers and locked them into the drawer. Then he took another seal on the table, preparing to issue the military and political imperial edict, called Zhao Hongjun, gave the imperial edict to him, and took it down and issued it to all parties.

The fat man also followed Geng Qing from the Ministry of Justice to the Secretariat. He originally found a yard for him to move out, but Zhao Hongjun said that if he came out together, he would naturally sit together and he would not go anywhere.

Last month, he also took the maid with him as a concubine because the maid was pregnant with his child. During the following period, he was quite motivated to do things, but his sloppy temperament still did not change.

"After winter, my child comes out. If you are not married, you will become your adoptive father. How about?" Zhao Hongjun casually organized the imperial edict without any care.

Geng Qing put down his brush, raised his face to look at him for a while, smiled and shook his head, but said nothing, but just a few words of caution, he tied his jade belt and wore this official robe that could cover the heat from the Secretariat. When the carriage left, dozens of soldiers selected from the military camp followed behind the frame.

The curtain shook and caressed, and the light outside and the shadows inside the car kept stopping on his face.

"Dachun, be careful later."

In the quiet, Geng Qingqing said, and when he left the imperial city and entered Fang Street, a noise suddenly came from outside. The shouts of pedestrians and vendors "Ouch" and "what's going on", a stove flew towards this side. Dachun, who was driving, picked up a hammer and smashed it. The bounced fragments splashed around, and the shouts of killing suddenly arose.

"It's the traitor carriage--"

"Kill him!"

The fierce shouts of killing came from all sides like a tide. Geng Qing half-drooped his eyes, lifted the curtain with his fingers and looked out, then put them down.

Outside, the soldiers had surrounded the carriage, and some of the soldiers who had vacated came to meet the assassin. Geng Qing didn't know how many people the other party were, but outside was full of metal collisions, and occasionally there were screams.

Soon, the sound on the street gradually became quiet.

Someone approached the vehicle and whispered: "Geng Xiang, the assassin left a body and escaped. Will the Bei Lien chase and kill him?"

In the curtain, Geng Qing held the cup and placed it between his thin lips and took a sip.

"No, let the Ministry of Justice or Kyokoi go. We will return home and tomorrow, I will report this to His Majesty."

On the long street, the team returned to the back of the carriage and headed to the next street intersection. The blood left on the ground was soon cleaned up and taken away by the yamen servants who rushed over.

The next morning, the prime minister was stabbed to the court by the assassination. When Geng Qing talked about the assassination, the civil and military officials seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not choose to speak. It is not difficult to imagine why killing people at this time.

However, things are not over.

On August 11, Gai Hong was ambushed by an assassin on his way out of the city and injured his arm. On the afternoon of the arrival, he led his five hundred soldiers into the city, smashed two restaurants under Wang Bo's name, and pushed the building...

Soon, Wang Bo, who heard the news, arrived with his troops and a group of people fought in the street. When Meng Juehai and Shangrang arrived, they were killed and injured, and both of them were injured to varying degrees.
Chapter completed!