Mystery Makes Me Strong

Since ancient times, it took about five to ten years to establish a country and conquer the world.

Because after the fight, it occupied more than half of the territory, and the rest was determined by the propaganda.

This is similar to Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the beginning is the most difficult, surpassing the beginning and mid-term, and the latter is automatically appointed.

Wen Rensheng has now passed the beginning, but has not yet reached the middle stage.

Food is indeed a factor limiting his expansion.

But not the main factor.

The world is not without food.

Food is not enough to feed the world.

It's just that they are all hidden in the cellar, in the warehouse...not put on the market.

The landless have no way of obtaining it by selling their labor power; so they can only obtain it by exporting violence.

What Wen Rensheng has to do is to use various methods to ensure that they can be put on the market.

In fact, the Empress Dowager Lu did a good job in the past.

Relying on a bottle of poison, pretending to be an elixir of life, not only in exchange for money and food, but also torn apart the wealthy family.

The teacher does not have to be stronger than the disciple, and the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher.

Today he also wants to copy the idea of ​​Empress Dowager Lu...

Xiawang has been completed, and he will also clear his memory. Empress Dowager Lu's creativity cannot be copied by 100%, but can also be copied by 80%.

Think about it, the liars in the previous life, who talked empty teeth, didn't pay zero points, were all fake, and could defraud tens of billions... millions of people were fooled.

At any rate, he is very kind, and he will keep people's memories. After taking the medicine, he can continue to live in Xiawang.

It's not as insidious as Queen Mother Lu and her pets. When a person dies, he is really dead. He just extracts his memory and attaches it to another newborn.

It is the legendary spiritual immortality, as long as someone remembers you, you will not die...

After reading it, Wen Rensheng returned to Suicongling, the holy mountain of the Demon Cult.

After retreating for half a month, he summoned everyone to announce that he had refined a kind of elixir called "Nine Turns of Reincarnation Pill".

As he spoke, he took out a crystal clear pill.

"Holy Master, what effect does this medicine have?" Quan Jiaozhu asked earnestly.

"Taking this elixir can condense the spirit, keep the essence as one, and reach the realm of the Yang God...Of course it is only limited to the Xiawang. Even if the body rots, the spirit can last forever. If the Xiawang is not destroyed, you will not die." Wen Ren Sheng Zhen spoke eloquently.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This saint is indeed a big fool.

They have practiced martial arts for many years, and they understand very well how difficult it is to achieve this so-called spiritual realm. Only a few innate palace masters can vaguely touch a little corner.

The other party is so good, he can directly condense the spirit into a Yangshen!

Isn't this the same as those Taoist priests who made alchemy?

However, those Taoist priests boasted so loudly that they deceived countless emperors, and when they fought, they couldn't survive thirty moves.

What is round and uniform, can't stand up to a hard bridge and a hard horse, the most suitable kung fu for fighting is iron sand palm + horizontal training, not all kinds of brilliant and mysterious realms...

The purple flower dog lying on the ground was also listening, the dog's mouth could hardly be closed: Why did the picture change, and it became the mode of cultivating immortals?

The steps of the teacher's turning in are a bit fast, and I can't keep up with all four legs.

And listen carefully, it seems very familiar.

Zhao Han's resentful Kazilan stared at the blind Guo Zai, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious: "Teacher, you didn't let me take a shortcut, so you wanted to leave it to you. You don't have to be like this."

Wen Rensheng looked down at it, and conveyed a message: "Apprentice, the water here is too deep, you can't handle it, let me go."

Changed to before, Zhao Han really believed it.

But now she can only roll her eyes.

"Then holy master, is this medicine expensive?" the saint asked suddenly.

She was naturally intelligent, and she could see at a glance the purpose of the blind man's taking out the medicine: to use it as military expenses.

In the conquest of the Devil's Cult, one does not attack the house, two does not plunder, and three also provides relief, one county and two counties are okay, now there are ten, where is so much money?

"Expensive, one holy volume of ten thousand taels."

"Holy scroll?" Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, I want to reorganize the Holy Cult's bank and issue Holy Scrolls. Only Holy Scrolls can be used to buy this medicine."

Wen Rensheng's routine is very simple. Use a carrot to take out the silver stored in the cellars of the landlords and gentry, and the grain and cloth in the warehouse to participate in market circulation.

Of course, the premise for him to do this is to have a high degree of control over the ten counties.

It is necessary to solve the food problem of the households first, establish official shops, set a standard price, and prevent the prices of food and cloth, the two necessities of life, from fluctuating sharply.

Otherwise, rushing into a high-value commodity may eventually cause the landlords and gentry to squeeze the common people more intensely to obtain this commodity.

Then Wen Rensheng explained his plan one by one.

Everyone was convinced.

Don't care if it's cheating or not, at least in this way, their military expenditure and ration problems will be solved easily.

No one knows better than them how much savings the rich and powerful have.

After all, if they had no money, they would rob Fuji himself.

So which one is rich, you must ask the younger brothers to find out in advance.

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Soon, following Wen Rensheng's order, government-run grain shops and cloth shops were built in ten counties.

In order to avoid all kinds of ills, Wen Rensheng also ordered that the operating status and operating accounts of these two shops be made public, and anyone can watch and check the entire process.

Although this will inevitably leak the secrets and the grain and grass reserves of the Heavenly Holy Army... But compared to the disadvantages caused by keeping secrets, it is still worth it.

After all, the main purpose of building them is to ensure that every family can buy food and cloth stably every month.

In doing so, it can also restrict a small number of large households from relying on various means to take advantage of loopholes to buy rice from the local area at a low price and sell it to other places at a high price, thereby causing a shortage of materials.

As long as it is public, many privacy methods cannot be used.

For example, restricting one person to buy one liter of rice at a fair price a day, large households can also find hundreds or thousands of servants and line up to buy them every day.

These days, people's labor time is really worthless, especially servants, their time is just their meal money.

After it is fully disclosed, everyone will be able to see who is playing tricks. Just the accusations on Xiawang.com will make many gentry dare not and unwilling to take advantage of this loophole.

After these two shops are established, they will take on the function of registering accounts...

Each person has a limit on how much food to buy every day, and registers once every time he buys it, and then aggregates it up.

This is much more reliable than going to every household to register.

After all, it is very common to hide the population.

The government has a poll tax, and there is a draft service. The more people there are, the more disadvantages they will suffer.

In front of a grain shop.

"Master, we are private households in the countryside. It's not easy to enter the city once. Can't we let us buy dozens of catties of grain and bring them back?" Several old farmers asked.

Some people want to ask, why do farmers still buy grain?

They sell fine grains and buy coarse grains.

What they sell is rice, and what they buy home is sorghum, millet, and sweet potatoes.

Or some sell mulberry leaves... and other cash crops.

So they also need to buy food.

"No, there is a regulation above, each person can only buy five liters of rice per day." The clerk refused.

However, those old men still linger on.

How do they know what the rules are? They only knew that the clerk was easy to talk to, and he didn't hit or swear, so he had to pester him.

Fortunately, not long after, a patrol came and drove them away.

Several old men left the grain store, and finally gathered outside the city, smoking dry tobacco.

"This member of the Demon Cult has ulterior motives." Old Man A said.

"They all rebelled, you said they have ulterior motives, I just want to laugh." Old Man B laughed.

"Liu Mazi, you have to be right with me at all times, right?" Old Man A said violently.

"Wang Huzi, you are right, even if you enter the grave, I will also pee in front of your grave!" Old Man B protested.

"Okay, you two, the people of the Devil's Cult are very powerful. As a decent martial artist, we can't let them go on like this, so as not to cause too much trouble for the real dragon in the future." Old Man B beat.

"They are very skilled in martial arts, but assassination is not enough. What methods should be used to stop them?"

"I've discovered that they have one of their greatest weaknesses."

"What weakness?"

"Be reasonable."