The army needs manpower to replenish it, and the empire needs talent management.
However, under the negative influence of the ascetics, the empire's population declined year by year.
Coupled with the large number of soldiers who died in battle, even if he promulgated laws to encourage childbirth every year, and even forced childbirth in the end, it could not save the empire from the trend of population collapse.
And now.
"Bang!"
There is no longer the calmness and majesty of the emperor in the past.
Xia Xuan gritted his teeth and tightly grasped the dragon head statue on the chair.
"These worms!!"
"I have given them supreme privileges! They don't have to produce, they don't have to worship the emperor, they have imperial power and military power, and I will give them whatever they want!"
"Do they think that practicing penance does not consume resources!?"
"In order to set up the scene of penance in their hearts, and to go further in what they say!"
"The money Daxia spends on building the ascetic scenes every year occupies half of the national treasury!"
"Say not to occupy resources, not to be greedy for pleasure..."
"But where did they spend less? Those 100-meter statues! Those temples, which one should not waste manpower and material resources!?"
"Whatever they want, I will cooperate with them!"
As he spoke, Xia Xuan was angry and looked helplessly at the kneeling civil and military officials with a cold expression:
"What I'm asking for! I just want them to protect Daxia! I beg them to take action so that fewer of my people in Daxia die!"
"But what now!? They are disobeying orders one after another in pursuit of so-called detachment!"
"I, what's the use of them!"
"Do they want Daxia to be subjugated!?"
Chapter completed!