Dandere General and his Lord

Chapter 69

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Mo Qiaosheng was walking on the corridor of Chaowu Palace when he heard a vast sound of zither.

The tune was magnificent and majestic; it was the lord playing the zither.

Mo Qiaosheng quickened his pace and walked forward.

After a while, a flute sound emerged from the zither music. The sound of the flute was clear and pleasant, with a sense of sadness and antiquity.

The sounds of the zither and the flute interweave and sway into the dark sky.

Mo Qiaosheng paused, and suddenly he didn't want to walk into the hall.

The lord has always had a unique eye for judging people. He always gives people the impression that he can point out the most outstanding horse among the crowd with just a flick of his finger.

At that time, Mo Qiaosheng was also in the slave market. When the lord saw Zhou Zixi, his eyes lit up instantly.

Mo Qiaosheng clearly saw the deep affection in his lord's eyes.

Sure enough, after recovering from his injury, this former noble young man from the State of Wei began to show his extraordinary talents.

Not only was he an outstanding literary talent, his political views were also very much in sync with his lord's, and even in terms of music, he was particularly in tune with his lord.

Mo Qiaosheng walked slowly on the corridor and pulled the collar of his shirt.

What's wrong with me? Why is it so painful here

He stood in the shadow outside the palace gate, looking at the two people standing and one standing behind the desk.

Generally handsome and extraordinary, generally gentle and elegant. Smiling and speaking softly, whispering softly.

Unlike myself, just a rude warrior.

"Your idea is interesting." Cheng Qianye unfolded a piece of paper in his hand and pondered for a moment, "Let families with slaves pay taxes based on the number of slaves. Will this curb the slave trade?"

"I think, given the current situation in Bianzhou, most civilian families are unwilling to bear excessive expenses in purchasing slaves. If slaves have to pay separate taxes in addition to their daily meals, then it would be uneconomical for them to raise slaves." Zhou Zixi stood beside Cheng Qianye, explaining the plan he had drafted on the table.

"They would rather turn slaves into tenants and rent the land to slaves for cultivation. I have a feeling that this way, Bianzhou's grain production can be greatly increased."

"From my own perspective, if I were given freedom, I would do my best to farm even if the rent was heavy. But if I were a slave, no matter how the master beat and scolded me, I would not be too active in production."

Cheng Qianye clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I'll try your method in a county first to see how effective it is. Then I'll promote it."

Zhou Zixi raised his sleeves and saluted: "My Lord, this move is beneficial to the common people, and it is a blessing for all the people in the world. But I put forward this rough proposal, but it is not for the current use."

"Any new policy, whether good or bad, will first destroy the current stable environment. Bianzhou is now in a state of disrepair, and what it lacks most is manpower. I think, whether it is buying slaves or attracting people from other countries to settle down. At this stage, increasing the population as quickly as possible is the top priority."

He said gloomily, "As for the method of increasing the population, you don't need to consider it for now. If this policy is implemented, it will inevitably affect the current hot slave trade, which will definitely affect the increase in population. So I am only drafting a plan, but it is not the time to implement it yet."

Cheng Qianye raised his head and patted his shoulder: "It's not easy for you to put aside your likes and dislikes and consider the country's perspective first."

As she was speaking, her peripheral vision caught sight of the shadows outside the palace gate.

There was a person standing there.

Cheng Qianye really smiled this time. She said to Zhou Zixi, "You've worked hard, Zixi. This plan is very good. I'll take a look at it slowly. You go back and have a rest first."

Zhou Zixi glanced at her, seeming to want to say something but hesitated. In the end, he said nothing and left after bowing.

Cheng Qianye sat on the chair, relaxed his body, and smiled toward the door: "Qiaosheng, come in quickly, what are you hiding there for?"

The author has something to say: I won't say much more. I have seen all the kindness my friends have shown me. I can only do my best.