The prefectural government.
Tang Wanzhuang sat in the hall and gave orders, assigning and handling the things that Da Zhou and Zhao Changhe had just talked about one by one in an orderly manner.
Zhao Changhe squatted on the side holding a basin and only knew how to eat.
My mind is also learning subconsciously...
There are some things I really don't understand, so there's no way I can talk nonsense about them.
For example, whether to continue farming... As a modern college student, Zhao Changhe thought he knew a few words about everything, but when it came to the point, he didn't even know the specific farming time. Now it's February, and if he missed the time before, will it still be useful to farm now? If it can be remedied, does he need some official help? This is a lack of knowledge.
In addition, it involves reducing the number of troops, which is a question of whether it is appropriate in the current situation. This is not difficult, but I have never been in a leadership position that determines the trend of a city, so I dare not make a decision casually. This is because I am not in the right position in my heart.
I could only squat beside and eat, watching Tang Wanzhuang's arrangements.
Sure enough, it was still in time to go farming. Tang Wanzhuang dispersed half of the soldiers in Xiangyang in one breath. At the same time, the traitors of the Demon Suppression Division found out by Li Si'an and the cronies of Lu Shiheng in the army were all captured and beheaded by the vicious Blood God cultists.
She was so ruthless that she was nothing like the Tang Wanzhuang we usually see.
The clear spring water seemed to have turned blood red in an instant.
"In troubled times, we should be decisive, not fussy." Tang Wanzhuang walked up to him and saw him squatting on the side eating like a big cat. She found him a little cute. But she said, "Your eyes have changed a little? Don't you like me killing people?"
Zhao Changhe shook his head: "No... Of course I have to do this, but I just don't think it's like you."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "How much do you know about me? You just think..."
He curled his lips and did not continue, saying: "The one tael of silver city entry tax should obviously be cancelled and restored to normal. But the problem now is that Xiangyang really has no money."
Zhao Changhe ate his meal with a slurp: "Would you like some central government funding?"
Tang Wanzhuang seemed to find it difficult to speak, and whispered: "Localities use the excuse of rampant banditry and inconvenient transportation to refuse to pay taxes, and the court has no money."
Zhao Changhe bared his teeth and said after a while: "Qinghe also uses this excuse?"
"They are better." Tang Wanzhuang sighed, "Because they are closer."
Zhao Changhe looked at her again.
In fact, it is not because of the proximity, but because Lao Cui does not want to be independent. For a person like Lao Cui, if he thinks someone is worthy of support, he will provide his money, food, soldiers and horses to that person, and a new merit of following the dragon will come.
So far, there is no one that Old Cui is interested in, so the Wang family's personal participation in the competition is a backup option. If the Wang family really raises the banner of rebellion, it is actually very close from Langya to Qinghe, and it will be hard to say at that time, after all, the in-laws have already been married...
The struggle for supremacy among warlords at the end of the dynasty has already begun.
Zhao Changhe didn't continue talking about this, he just lowered his head to eat: "I'll borrow some money from someone and give it to Xiangyang for emergency use first, and then pay them back with some interest."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Xiangyang's production is weak, and Lü Shiheng forced conscription, resulting in a huge financial loophole. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with the bad idea of levying a one-liang tax on entry into the city. And we can't do things like Lü Shiheng, we have to subsidize production... Si'an doesn't have the power to support such a large sum of money, I can only ask him to raise part of it, who can you borrow so much money from?"
Zhao Changhe said, "Don't worry about it. It's there anyway. You've been discussing matters for less than half an hour and your face has turned pale again. You really can't be too tired. Listen to the doctor, okay."
Tang Wanzhuang wanted to say, "You don't want to learn, what can I do?" But when the words came to her lips, she felt that he was actually learning by squatting here to eat, and he also took the initiative to help solve the financial problems. Compared with his previous attitude of traveling around the world with a sword and "the court has nothing to do with me", this attitude is already a lot better.
Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved, so he tried to discuss other topics: "As for the military, do you mean to trust Xue Canghai?"
"Well, Master Xue's vision is much higher than most people think... The bloodlust of the Blood God Cult is a factor of their practice. They can level up by killing people... You have never played the game. As long as there are experience points, the stone can give players oil for killing. But this does not mean that they are bloodlust by nature. As long as there is a higher goal hanging, they know what to do."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't care about the teachings of the Blood God Cult, nor did she understand what the game upgrade was. She just asked, "In other words, you mean to leave the current defense of Xiangyang and the reorganization of the army to Xue Canghai, right?"
"Yes." Zhao Changhe looked at her strangely. "Since you don't trust Xue Canghai, or don't want the cultists to control the defense of a city and have a base... then you can just use someone you trust to take charge. This won't be a problem of offending my face. Am I that fragile..."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled but said nothing. I'm not afraid of you losing face...
Even if Xue Canghai is not very suitable, she is willing to let Xue Canghai take charge of this mess. This is the prince's order. Even if there are some problems, subordinates will help clean up the mess.
When this guy finds himself getting more and more involved in all aspects of governing the world, he may become addicted. Even if he is not addicted, there will always be a group of people whose interests are tied to him and give him a coat.
Are you afraid that the cultists have a base? What we want is for them to have a base.
Tang Wanzhuang was in a much better mood and said with a smile, "Nothing, now the main matters have been broken down and each has its own responsibilities. You can also handle the money that is the biggest headache for me. I don't need to do everything myself, so I can really take a rest."
Zhao Changhe didn't understand what she was thinking for a moment, and silently went to the side and gargled: "Eat first."
Just after rinsing his mouth and turning back, he heard a violent cough. Zhao Changhe quickly ran over and saw Tang Wanzhuang sitting at the table, covering her mouth and coughing violently. It looked like she could hardly breathe.
Zhao Changhe hurried over to support her, and when he looked down, he saw that his palms were covered with blood from coughing.
He seemed to be full of energy before, able to beat people and throw them into the water, but at this moment he was so weak that he would fall down if the wind blew. Being supported by him, he leaned limply on his chest, breathing slightly.
Zhao Changhe had no intention of experiencing the feeling of being embraced by the soft jade and warm fragrance. He used his true Qi to check a little and found that the problem was still the same old one, but Zhao Changhe was still speechless.
The treatment last night cured her concussion, and the leakage of the third secret power could only be said to have been barely suppressed, so her spirits and complexion were generally good today, but it just flared up again at this time.
It wouldn't have happened so soon... Zhao Changhe realized at this moment that this woman asked him to sleep, but she herself did not sleep and was always busy.
The so-called shopping was not really shopping, she was inspecting the people's livelihood.
Her illness is essentially related to mental overwork. If it continues like this, it will certainly get worse.
Zhao Changhe didn't curse about it anymore. He just lowered his head to look at the blood on her lips and wiped it away gently with his hand.
Tang Wanzhuang looked up at him in surprise.
The two looked at each other for a long while, and Zhao Changhe whispered: "I want to be treated, Master... even if you throw me into the water."
Tang Wanzhuang subconsciously tried to struggle, but she didn't have the strength.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she finally closed her eyes.
The next moment, familiar lips covered and kissed firmly.
It was no longer the sneak attack of yesterday. From beginning to end, everyone knew what was going to happen next, but she still closed her eyes, leaned in his arms, and said nothing to refuse.
Tell yourself in your heart that this is treatment... Why think too much...
The method of dual cultivation combined with the rejuvenation technique once again nourished her exhausted soul and body, and in the midst of the chaos, the mountains and rivers reappeared.
A heroic man with a scar on his face was striding towards her among the mountains and rivers.
She looked at him with a smile, and the two of them slowly approached each other and then embraced each other.
The man bent his head and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and accepted him.
There is a tongue pressing against the teeth, testing the door.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally opened her mouth obediently and let him take it.
(End of this chapter)