Chapter 722 There are many kinds of war
Cutting off trade with Yunzhou would hurt the enemy by a thousand and our own by eight hundred.
The Yunzhou of today is not the Yunzhou of the past.
Yunzhou, the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, grassland, Shuozhou Henan County, Hezhong County, and half of Guangde Prefecture, their combined area is comparable to that of the Great Zhou.
Giving up such a large market, especially one connected to the Western Regions, is really heartbreaking!
Privately, some people had already been ready to make a move. However, they did not dare to contact Gu Nanxi directly, but chose to flirt with Song Zhizhou of Xiangzhou.
The purpose of Prince Lexiang's move was to expose this tacit understanding to the public.
Since we have to negotiate peace anyway, why not resume trade first? Don't delay everyone from making money.
If the young emperor takes advantage of the situation to back off, then it will be good for you, me and everyone, and the court can still collect commercial taxes normally.
If the young emperor insists on his own opinion, he will have no choice but to resort to smuggling.
Su Xuanming guessed that the young emperor would probably acquiesce to this matter. News came from the inner court that the young emperor seemed to be short of money recently and was trying to find ways to make money.
If the Prince of Lexiang is sensible, he should give part of the profits to the government.
Duke Yun, the Guan family, and the Prince of Lexiang joined forces to use colored glaze to reap the nobles of the aristocratic families.
Aristocratic families can also earn high profits through traveling for business.
May everyone have a bright and beautiful future!
Jiefu's information was not as complete as Su Xuanming's, but he had a natural keen sense of smell in this area: "How much colored glaze is produced in Yunzhou?"
The price of an item is never fixed; it is influenced by both supply and demand.
Su Xuanming didn't answer, he stared at the teacup.
The emerald green tea leaves float up and down in the water, and the faint fragrance of the tea leaves rises into the air with the hot air.
Jiefu's heart sank, as if a stone had fallen on him. He cautiously probed, "It can't be a lot, right?"
Su Xuanming nodded seriously: "A lot."
Jiefu's bad feeling in his heart became even worse: "How much is it?"
Su Xuanming looked at Jiefu for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Are you sure you want to know? If you knew, you would never be able to get off the boat."
"Wait, let me think about it." Jiefu's heart was itching.
He always felt that Duke Yun's plan was not just for money, but must have a deeper meaning.
But he really couldn't figure out what Duke Yun wanted to do.
Jiefu scratched his ears and cheeks, looked at Su Xuanming, then looked at Zeng Gong who was sitting like an old monk, opened his mouth, and then closed it.
After doing this three or five times, Jiefu closed his eyes and said, "One day, sooner or later, I will die from my damn curiosity! Come on, let the storm come even harder."
Su Xuanming didn't keep him waiting and said directly: "So much that we can lower the price of colored glaze to lower than that of porcelain."
Oh shit!
Zeng Gong paused and the milk tea spilled all over him.
Jiefu had just taken a sip of milk tea and was about to chew the pearls, but when he heard this, he swallowed the pearls into his stomach with a gulp.
Jiefu felt a dull pain in his chest from choking. He patted his chest with his hands, his eyes as big as bells: "You...this..."
If it is true as Su Xuanming said, wouldn't Duke Yun be able to use Liuli to turn the Great Zhou market upside down? !
Jiefu was not sure whether the fragile currency market of the Great Zhou could withstand this wave of impact.
Jiefu wiped his face and said, "Xuanming, tell me the truth, what does Duke Yun think of the Great Zhou?"
Su Xuanming did not evade the question, but stated very clearly: "We must win! My mother once said that wars can be divided into three types: armed wars, economic wars, and cultural wars."
"We and the Great Zhou both belong to the Chinese nation and share the same roots. There is no cultural war. My mother must want peaceful reunification. After all, there is only one metropolis like Kyoto with a population of over a million and the wealthiest capital in the world."
Jiefu smiled awkwardly: "Duke Yun is quite good at dreaming."
Every change of imperial power is accompanied by blood and death.
Even if Confucius were alive, he would not dare to say that he could unify the world with just his mouth.
Su Xuanming said noncommittally: "Since mother thinks so, then we should give it a try. Now we are evenly matched, so of course it is impossible to negotiate. If one side is strong enough to crush the other side, wouldn't it be more possible?"
Jiefu understood that Duke Yun and the others wanted to use the colored glaze as a weapon to poke into the arteries of Da Zhou, suck the blood of Da Zhou, and strengthen themselves.
Weaken your opponent and strengthen yourself.
Jiefu was not optimistic about this. Firstly, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the Great Zhou was really rich. Secondly, given the emperor's temper, it was impossible for him to vote for the Duke of Yun.
Having said that, there is nothing more to say.
Jiefu patted his sleeves and said goodbye to Su Xuanming: "We will leave tomorrow. See you later."
"Bon Voyage!"
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Kyoto, Qinzhengdian.
The young emperor held a transparent glass pen in his hand.
The pen tip is pointed and you can write on paper after absorbing ink.
It’s not as useful as a brush, but it’s novel.
This was presented by the Prince of Lexiang. The pen comes with a square glass bottle with delicate patterns.
If such a set were put on the market, many nobles would definitely buy it.
"The Hibiscus powder box that Prince Lexiang gave to the Queen Mother, does the Queen Mother like it?"
The eunuch bowed and said, "I like it very much."
"Where is the perfume for the Queen and Consort?"
"Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine both thank you for your grace."
The young emperor put down his pen and curled his lips. Of course he would like it. The perfume bottles were all changed to glass, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite. No woman would not like it.
The Imperial City Bureau handed over two letters.
One letter came from Goryeo. The other party's attitude was good, but they did not clearly state whether they would cooperate with their actions.
The other side came from Xixia Jiang Tangwen, which was annoying. Jiang Tangwen cried poor in the letter, and the implicit meaning of his words was that he hoped that the Great Zhou would provide more support.
The young emperor lit the letter, and the dancing flames cast a shadow on his face.
Only after the letter was completely burned to ashes did the young emperor return to the harem.
"Your Majesty!" Concubine Tong was secretly teaching her son "The Analects of Confucius" when she saw the emperor appear at the door. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"Greetings, father." The eldest prince bowed and greeted politely.
The young emperor was displeased. Seeing the eldest prince like this reminded him of how he behaved in the same way in front of Gu Nanxi when he was young.
Concubine Tong forced a smile and pulled out the young emperor. When no one was paying attention, she winked at the eldest prince's wet nurse.
The wet nurse quickly took the eldest prince away from the main hall.
“Your Majesty, I…” Imperial Concubine Tong’s face was pale, and her hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly.
Before she could come up with an excuse, the young emperor threw her onto the bed.
The palace maids in the room didn't dare to breathe, they lowered their heads, bent their waists, and retreated quietly.
"Ah!" Concubine Tong's hands were tied and she let out a cry of pain.
The young emperor admired her distorted expression from a high position and cracked the whip hard.
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