Han Jiang was once again embarrassed by money.
Liu Xianlun didn't care about handling other official duties, so he left him to be a professional clerk for Han Jiang.
The more Han Jiang turned the file, the tighter his brows became.
Lintao and Wancheng, if they had not relied on the support of the South China Sea, their own economy would not be able to hold on at all. Of course, this was not the fault of Lintao and Wancheng.
Since ancient times, it has been believed that the front line always needs support.
It is impossible for Wancheng to develop its economy on a large scale.
But Lintao can.
Han Jiang touched his chin: "Mr. Xianlun, I heard that Lintao Prefecture and the Xixia people were doing a great job in secretly smuggling horses, but we have no profit in this matter. The horses we get are all used for military purposes. I think it should be increased a little."
"Yes." Liu Xianlun wrote down this and then said: "Some pack horses believe that many places need it."
How big is the gap in the horses in the Song Dynasty?
The sudden increase of 300,000 pack horses basically did not play a decisive role in changing the entire Song Dynasty's transportation industry.
After Liu Xianlun wrote it down, he asked again: "Master, if the horse business is big, it will definitely attract the attention of the people of Xixia."
Han Jiang said: "Selling a knife."
"Selling a knife?" Liu Xianlun didn't understand the meaning of this operation.
Han Jiang explained: "Selling a knife, as far as I know, the whole people of Xixia are soldiers. Their tribes and the Emperor of Xixia are all blood-thorned, but it does not mean that they are really a piece of iron inside. Even if they are a piece of iron, it is nothing. We sell something new."
Liu Xianlun became even more confused: "What are you selling?"
"The small landmines are specially designed for iron kites. They do nothing else, only blow up horse legs."
After hearing this, Liu Xianlun pressed his forehead hard: "Master, we don't have such things, we definitely don't have them."
Han Jiang was full of confidence: "I said there was, there must be. In fact, it was very simple. It was just a stupidest gunpowder pack, and then exploded a round flower. Don't be too far. It was enough to blow out ten steps of lethality. I still didn't believe it. The horse's legs were bleeding and they could still fight."
Liu Xianlun is a literati, not a military man, so he can't imagine this.
But this is not a problem. Liu Xianlun believes that the people from Wancheng Arsenal House must have a way, and it is indeed effective to injure the horse's legs when blowing up the bomb.
No matter how powerful the Xixia people are, they cannot wrap their horse legs on the grass.
After Liu Xianlun wrote down this article, he suddenly remembered something: "Master, news comes from the riverside that the people sent by the imperial court will arrive in Wancheng tomorrow. What should I do?"
Han Jiang looked up at the beam of the house and didn't say anything.
Liu Xianlun suggested: "It is better for the lord to ask Yi Gong to preside over the negotiation rights on behalf of the emperor on the grounds of respecting the elderly. How to negotiate has already been decided? After Yi Gong and Fang Weng discuss it, Yi Gong will naturally represent the court. Let us cooperate here to make the court happy."
Han Jiang slapped the table lightly: "That's it."
Han Jiang feels that this idea is good or not, but better yet, he doesn't have to participate in the negotiations, and it can also be confirmed that Zhou Bida has indeed turned to his side.
Han Jiang reached out to pick up the next file: "Next, let's discuss the tea in Liangzhou."
"Okay." Liu Xianlun agreed.
Liangzhou is no longer the territory of the Lintao Army in a sense, it is the territory of the Xingzhou Army.
Han Jiang reached out to the territory of Xingzhou Army, and then Bashu. Liu Xianlun didn't feel anything was wrong and continued to be responsible for his small profession of clerk.
The next day, the negotiations from the court arrived.
Zhou Bida obtained Han Jiang's identity as the commander of the lord, which was a popular expectation. The official from Lin'an was willing to work under the young man Han Jiang.
And Han Jiang came up with a bad idea.
A few days later, ten miles southwest of Lanzhou Prefecture.
The two teams of knights formed by women met here. One team was headed by He Ling, representing the Lintao Army. The other team was a cavalry team composed of the daughters of Zhuo Luo and several generals of the Southern Army Division.
For secret transactions, especially military transactions, the Xixia people chose their daughter group to do this, just to consider that if the news was found out by the Xixia emperor, it would be easy to explain.
What can a few girls know? That is, they only earn some money from gouache, and they are definitely not very old.
He Ling and the people from Xixia knew each other and had been in contact with each other more than once.
When we meet, give gifts first.
The gadgets from Jiangnan, a bunch of shiny beads are very attractive, and coupled with the size of a palm-sized glass silver mirror, this thing is quite precious.
"Horse, we have to change our approach. We will not take the goods away from Lanzhou again, because according to the orders of our Emperor Xixia, we will have to return as many horses as we leave the custody. If we die, we will bring back the skin and bones of the horse." Li Chiyu of Xixia, as a girl with royal blood, is naturally the leader of this small team.
He Ling knew about this.
So, the caravan used the caravan to send out bad horses, and then when they came back, they all had high-quality horses.
The caravan may not make money, but just changing horses makes huge profits.
Obviously, the people of Xixia are no longer satisfied with such small-scale business, they want to do big things.
He Ling felt that there was no need to wait. The time was very suitable. He said immediately: "Have you heard of the battle on the grassland? A small lower tribe of the Krei tribe killed all the 20 Konk Knights."
Hearing this, Li Chiyu's eyes changed.
Which is stronger, the Iron Buddha Tu in the Jin Dynasty or the Iron Harrier in the Western Xia Dynasty?
The Western Xia surrendered to the Jin Kingdom, which was also reflected on another level, and the Jin Kingdom was even stronger.
He Ling asked someone to take out more than a dozen small bags, and then began to nail wooden stakes on the ground. The small bags were thrown randomly among the wooden stakes, igniting and detonating.
Looking at the traces at the bottom of the wooden stake, although Li Chiyu didn't say anything, he understood in his heart.
He Ling said at this time: "This thing is not easy to make, each piece costs ten thousand yuan."
Li Chiyu was unhappy: "Fireware, in the past, some of the Song army's firearms were also sold secretly, but they did not have such high prices. This is equivalent to the price of one thousand kilograms of high-quality white rice. It is too expensive, too expensive."
He Ling shook his head: "I think you should buy it. It's not that I blackmail you or that I'm not to scare you. This thing is actually just a beautiful look."
"What's the meaning?"
He Ling raised the corner of her mouth and almost laughed out loud, but fortunately she suppressed it.
He Ling continued, "Let's say that, this matter is easy to understand. You have something to restrain Tiefutu, but you dare not really kill the Knights of the Biancha. Then, you can sell it to the grassland at a higher price, and no one on the grassland dares to really go to war with the Jin Kingdom. Then, you can also sell it to the Jin Kingdom, which is an ordnance for checks and balances."
Li Chiyu didn't understand even more, how did he say this.
Chapter completed!