Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

royal palace.

Qianqing Palace, Qinzheng Palace.

Xiao Junyu sat in front of the desk, looking through the grain reminder memorial sent from Northern Xinjiang, his facial expression as dark as water.

Batch after batch of grain and grass were transported to northern Xinjiang, but less than 40% of it was actually allocated to the 150,000-strong army.

The battle on the front line is intense, and even though we know that the dogs of the dog officials are so bold, we can only continue to pretend to be deaf and mute to prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry. By then, not a single cart of food will be able to be transported to northern Xinjiang.

Food and grass often determine the success or failure of a war. If there is insufficient food and grass, soldiers cannot fight without food.

Unfortunately, there is a drought in the north this year, and the imperial court obviously cannot afford food rations for BJ's 150,000 soldiers.

Xiao Junyi looked through the memorial below, which was a memorial sent by officials from the south asking for disaster relief.

Next is a detailed drought report sent by northern officials. The harvest in the fields this year is less than half of previous years. After paying taxes, every household cannot even survive.

The war situation in northern Xinjiang is serious, the drought in the north is severe, and some refugees have begun to think of an uprising.

At a time when Daqian is in turmoil due to internal and external troubles, it can be said to be adding insult to injury.

Xiao Junyu closed his eyes, covering up all the fatigue and perseverance in his eyes.

The drought-stricken court in the north must express something, otherwise once the people who have no food to eat revolt, it will add fuel to the fire of today's Daqian.

After a few breaths of silence, Xiao Junyu opened his eyes again and called out in a deep voice: "Where is the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

"The old minister is here."

An old man kneeling in Qinzheng Hall came forward.

Xiao Junyu sternly ordered: "The disasters in Liangzhou, Bingzhou, and Youzhou are serious. Please go ahead and exempt these three states from taxes this year and next.

The environment in Youzhou is even worse. The Minister of Household Affairs personally escorted the disaster relief bank to Youzhou to take charge, making sure to appease the people of Youzhou. "

Youzhou is mostly the main activity area of ​​nomadic people. The people are tough and good at riding and shooting.

Once these people are not controlled, it will inevitably bring serious crisis to Daqian.

The Minister of Hubu put his head on the ground and accepted his fate and said: "I obey the decree!"

In fact, the emperor discussed the disaster in the north with him two days ago.

In recent years, wars have continued in northern Xinjiang, and the national treasury is empty. Where there is silver to provide disaster relief, we can only embezzle 300,000 taels of silver from the emperor's internal funds.

I didn't mention the specific amount of the disaster relief money just now, but I asked the Minister of Household Affairs to raise part of the disaster relief money from wealthy merchants and gentry along the way.

Xiao Junyu pushed the folding book beside him towards the table.

Eunuch An Jin immediately held a blank imperial edict and put his hands on the table respectfully.

Xiao Junyu stood up, picked up the royal wolf-hair pen, and wrote on the imperial edict with speed and stability.

Just listen to his slow words: "The country cannot be without a king for a day, and the harem cannot be without a master for a day. Since I came to the throne, I have not had a queen. What do you love, do you think of the Anmei people in the harem?"

The words have been spoken, and Xiao Jun's canonization decree has been completed.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the wet ink on the imperial edict, with a gentle smile on his face that did not reach his eyes.

I hope Anmei will not disappoint him.

If he could force the Huns to retreat, he would not use a strategy of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred.

Northern Xinjiang can no longer withstand this. This is a fact.

The Huns' 500,000-strong army claims to have 100,000 iron cavalry. The Da Qian'erlang guarding the northern border is no match. On average, five people can kill one Huns cavalry.

The battle between 150,000 Daqian soldiers and 100,000 iron cavalry is basically an egg against a stone.

There is no way to end this battle as soon as possible.

It's just that the tactics were too insidious, and even injured the people of Daqian in northern Xinjiang, as well as the 150,000 soldiers of Daqian who resisted foreign enemies.