Song Zhiyuan is a little unconvinced, and Tang Yi can figure out what way.

In his view, unless Hualian opened the printing machine, or the real gold and silver of more than 100 ships that brought Tang Yi back from the Americas to the people, it would be inconvenilable!

No one can solve the financial problems of the Great Song in the short term, even if Tang Wei emptied Egypt and returned all his valuable goods to the Song Dynasty, it could not be solved.

The reason is simple: in the short term, the great Song can not establish a supply and demand relationship with the world, or even the predatory relationship can not be achieved.

This is not the same as the future generations, when big countries plunder small countries, and the world's police banknotes to rob the world.The great powers of the future generations are not as large as the 11th century.

It is not a joke that it accounts for 70 or 80 percent of the world's gross domestic product.

The consequences, in addition to the great Song is not very interested in foreign interests, there are also, foreign capital, like the hundred ships of silver, even if it is snatched, will also have an impact on the interior of the Song Dynasty, harmful and unprofitable, and it takes a long time to digest and absorb.

The Great Song is not the country poor, the Da Song is the government is poor, except to seek a way out from the inside, there is no way.

However, then again, as soon as Hualian began to print money, or redundant silver hit the market, the new monetary system that Tang Yi and Zhao Qi had worked so hard to build collapsed, which is equivalent to the court in robbing people's wealth, which is not known how many times more than the harm of Canada.

Song Zhiyuan really did not think that Tang Yi could have any good way to stop the servant and stop the long letter that was ready to be sent to the open.

He had to look through first, and if he was not reliable, he would let Tang Yi save this trouble as soon as possible.

When he opened it, for a quarter of an hour, Song Yi did not blink, and his eyes almost cracked.

“Mama, that’s okay too?”

In the end, Song Zhiyuan did not resist, and directly violently.

Looking up at Tang Yi like a ghost, “This is okay too?”

I saw a smirk face on the opposite side of Tang Yi, "Tong Confucianism is the director of Song Bobo, but when it comes to making money, the official family and a few relatives tied together, but also can't catch me!" 」

Song Yi rolled his eyes, on the surface quite indignant, but the heart is not convincing, this bastard's injury is really much!

Just ask, Tang Yi this trick may get how much revenue the court can get, but see another servant outside the door to come in.

"It is good to know that His Royal Highness the Emperor and Song Xianggong know that a living boat has come from the dock, and he has not understood what he said for half a day."Later, a great food merchant was called to translate, and it was only to know that the man was from Rome, and he wanted to see His Highness by name."

“Huh!”

“Huh!”

Tang Yi and Song Yi both shook, looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Let him come in!"

Not long after, the servant brought in a white man with a full-body lock and a large food merchant.

Tang Yi only looked at it and knew that it must be the noble knights of Europe, most of them for the sake of Song Qian.

Unfortunately, the white man did not speak English, and Tang Yi did not understand it, and after translation, Tang Yi was happy.

The granddaughter came to the ultimatum:

Limited time for three months, let the Song people take hundreds of ships of silk porcelain goods to Rome to redeem the people.Otherwise, not only will Song Qi's life be untenable, but the Holy Roman Emperor will lead 200,000 troops across the Mediterranean Sea and send troops under Cairo to fight heretics.

Tang Yixin said, I have a dog every day, this group of robbers really said the exit!

Strongly pressed the heart's anger, Tang Yi coldly nodded coldly, "Yes!"

"But I have a question for you, but I have a question for you, is there an Arab merchant named Vera who has sent you a letter?"

Vera for half a year, there was no news, and Tang Yi could not ask.

The Song people agreed so easily, so that the white knight was very proud, arrogantly raised his chin, and used his nostrils to face Tang Yi.

"Indeed, an Arab came to Rome and redeemed your pagan with ten ships of goods!"

“Unfortunately, it is clear that your people do not know how to repent, and even though the benevolent bishop is preparing to let go of him at the last moment, he is still speaking and denigrating the gods, so...”

Speaking of this, it may be that the head is too tired to speak, and the white knight has changed the position of pulling the wind.

"Therefore, in order to punish him for his unwarrantyness, the bishop thinks that ten ships of goods are not enough to redeem his sins, and that fifty ships will be required!"

Tang Yi puzzled, "Didn't you say at first that you wanted a hundred ships?"

The white knight slanted Tang Yi, like a fool, "One man fifty ships, two people are not a hundred ships?"

Well, Tang Yiquan understood that Vera took ten ships with them to redeem Song Ying, and the Romans were greedy and started the price on the ground.

"Good!All right!All right!"Don's three calls.

"Tell you what kind of bishop, and what kind of emperor, after three months, I will go to Rome in person, and you will be with you for a while!"

The translation of the big food merchant is certainly not as fierce as in Tang Yi's tone, but this white man is not stupid, and he knows that Tang Yi's expression is not good.

"I remind you of the Orientals who have come from afar, that in Rome we have two hundred thousand warriors ready to see the strength of the devil of the East, and I advise you to see the situation."

"Don't worry!" twitched Don's cheeks.

"I will remember your words, and admire your two hundred thousand warriors!"

“Guests! guests!”

When the white man had just been sent away, Tang Yi could no longer maintain that decency, and grabbed a silver pot and smashed it on the ground, stared at the bull's eye, and pacing back and forth.

“Grandma, you’re lying!”

Then I remembered that Song Yi was on the side, and he did not say a word at all.

Hurry up and say, “Uncle Song, let it go.”

Only half of it, Donna can't say.

I saw Song Yi, his whole body trembling, his face white, and he looked up at Tang Yi, and finally spoke out.

"For the sake of the wicked old man who wants them to destroy the nation!"

Tang Yi sent a consoling smile, "Both Song rest assured that even if there is no bad pool, Laozi also let them destroy the country!"

"Tell Cao Laoji, no matter what method he uses, he must chish down the canal in two months!"Otherwise, he would have swam to the Mediterranean!”

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Song, open.

The Royal City, the Temple.

Two months later.

The caliphate Zhao Chen did not feel any joy in the name of the caliphate, on the contrary, without Song Wei, the financial officer, the new three divisions, Ouyang Xiu, obviously could not satisfy Zhao.

Not enough money is still the biggest problem facing the big Song.

The Yellow River rectification has been stopped, the elderly river disease led to the extinction of dozens of counties in the state, the court because there is no money, can only watch the spring people do not sow the ground.It is soon autumn seed, and if you don't want to do it again, the autumn wheat seed will not fall.

This means that the ten states in the second year of the disaster will be extinct, and the 100-year-old founding of the Great Song Dynasty will be the first time!

The forbidden army in Angkor in Chamzhou has not issued military pay for three months, and morale has been low and the combat power has dropped sharply.Shi Jinwu had to implement military reform in advance in the army, half soldiers and half farmers, and open up the land in the occupied state and began to generate income.

Now, not only the three-s Divisional library is empty, Zhao Qi's royal inner library has also been emptied, together with the return to the mountain's Guanlan money bank, all the income of the old Guanlan, including Tang Yi's private, has also been expropriated by Zhao Qi to fill the country's needs.

“Your Majesty!”

He said, “Don’t hesitate, don’t hesitate!After the disaster this autumn, if the state government does not have any funding, it will be chaotic!”

“Now there is no other choice.”

Two consecutive years of harvest, for the disaster area is fatal, no longer want to do, starve people are still light, the people's chaos and rebellion, it is unbearable.

“Your Majesty!”

The people said, “No good advice, add it.”

Even the subordinates who were originally opposed to the addition of talents also knew that they could not do it, and began to agree with each other.

Now, in addition to Zhao Qi's heart, full of military force is already trying to give up.

“Create” Zhao closed his eyes in pain.

In addition, this is clearly exhausted and fishing, and the latter is endless.

“Without addition!”

Zhao Chen finally gritted his teeth, “Anyway, you can’t give up!”

“Return to the scene!”

At this moment, the old emperor leaned forward and could not go forward to grasp Cao Guo's uncle's clothes.

“The Lord is here!”

"I don't care what you do, the disaster area, I give it to Guanlan!"

"You just smash the pot and sell the iron, and you will give me the grain of dozens of state capitals!"

“Your Majesty” Cao Yu is crying.“There’s nothing you can do now.”

The disaster relief food and material security in the disaster area have been supported until now, and the court has not had a big boy.

And last year, the first half of this year, all the surpluses, including the dividends of each family, also let Zhao Qi take away, where is the money to prepare the grain of these ten state capitals?

“I don’t care!”

Zhao Xuan was stunned and told, “As long as the disaster area is over, the rest can be slowed down.”Another half a month, the autumn tax arrived, the danger of self-dissolve!"

Cao Yan shook his head secretly, and the autumn tax was in danger of self-dissolved?Don't say the autumn tax, the spring tax next year has been spent in advance, how to solve it?

"Sire, that's not the way."

“I don’t care!”Zhao is almost paranoid.“I don’t want to give up!”

“You just said, can you do it?”

He pushed Cao Yu into the dead corner, and he had to promise not to.

“Oh, yeah!”

Cao Yi sighed and replied with a hard scalp: “Yes!”

"Then the courtiers will go back to discuss with Wang, Yang, Pan, Zhang, and several, and we will gather money from our private accounts, and we must help your majesty through the difficulties."

Zhao Qian's eyes instantly brightened, excitedly stood up and shaped, "Please take a break!"

"Your Majesty's heavy words" Cao Yu was also very speechless, politely finished a word, partial to the courtiers.

"When this is a social crisis, can't the colleagues be worried about the country?"

Well, this product is not a good bird, he put his own blood, but also have to pull a gang of cushions to return to the child.

Zhao Qi was so happy that he wanted to go up and hold his brother-in-law, so he waited for this word!

Up the road!

The emperor could not open his mouth to ask for money, but Uncle Cao Guo helped him.

"The House of Lords"

His face looked at the princes, but unfortunately, his eyes were full of low-hanging heads.

The “housekeepers” called again, or no one responded.

Zhao Qi disappointed to shoot back to the dragon chair, heart said: one is more happy to make money, let them pay a little money, why is it so difficult!

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I have to say, the old emperor was naive.

Human nature, not to mention that the Song is now just a financial crisis, in the next few hundred years, the Ming Dynasty is almost dead, the emperor wants to let the courtiers a little blood, are not able to pull out.

This is nature, and the teachings of the saints cannot be taught.

Is it really just a way to solve the danger?

Just as Zhao Xiao began to despair, a yellow door singing outside the temple broke the dead silence of the temple:

“Wang Zihao, Dang Zihao, unspeak to open Beijing!”

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