After reading the letter his son wrote back, Bille almost exploded on the spot.
That unfilial son!
Instead of discovering any secrets of the Song Dynasty, they lingered in its prosperous atmosphere.
That's fine, but he even had the audacity to persuade his own father to surrender as well.
After thinking about it, Bilege decided that he couldn't let others know about this, otherwise he would lose face completely.
So he threw the letter into the fire, and it burned to ashes.
He then sent his most trusted subordinate, Morin, in disguise to Tokyo to kidnap his rebellious son.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will bring His Highness back soon."
"Molin, don't be fooled by the Song people's tricks."
"Your humble servant has absolutely no interest in the strange and ingenious skills of the Song people."
"Go, bring that rebellious son back. I will punish him severely!"
A month later, when Morin arrived in Tokyo, it was during the Spring Festival.
Tokyo was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
People pasted door gods on their doors and Spring Festival couplets on the sides.
Young people wore new clothes, and children wore tiger shoes.
In the evening, there was a grand fireworks display along the Bian River.
Maureen sat by the roadside; it had just snowed and was a bit cold.
He stared blankly at the neatly arranged streetlights.
What a waste to arrange lights neatly along the roadside!
What a waste!
The government of the Song Dynasty is far too extravagant!
Soon, the shop owner brought over a bowl of spicy beef noodles.
Molin was immediately drawn in by the aroma. He took a bite and stood there frozen in place.
There are such delicious foods in the world!
Before long, Barshu arrived.
"General Mo, my father sent you here, were you moved by my sincerity?"
Morin ignored Barshu and finished his noodles in big mouthfuls.
After finishing the meal, I drank a bottle of aged Shaoxing wine.
At this moment, Morin felt that the past month of traveling day and night had been thrown to the back of his mind.
Such delicious food exists in the human world!
"General Mo, has my sincerity moved my father?"
Morin then realized, "Yes! His Highness's trust is so profound that the King was deeply moved after reading it, which is why he specially sent me here."
"Is Father willing to submit to the Song Dynasty?"
"I'll need to investigate this further here for a while."
"How long does General Namo intend to conduct this investigation?"
"I'll stop once I've tried all the delicious food in Tokyo."
"Um?"
"Oh no, I mean, it will take at least another six months!"
The two subordinates beside him exchanged glances, thinking to themselves: General, you didn't say that on your way here!
Barshu didn't ask any more questions and ordered a bowl of beef noodles for himself.
He really likes to eat Lao Liu's beef noodles, especially the spicy flavor.
They would use aged oil to fry the dried red chilies until they were very fragrant.
After finishing his noodles, Ba'ershu called over the waiter.
He placed twenty coins on the table, and the waiter smiled and said, "Sir, this is probably not enough."
"What do you mean it's not enough? Did you raise the price of your noodles?"
"No, look at this table, there are four bowls in total, costing eighty coins."
Barshu's expression darkened as he looked at Morin.
Morin: "Wow, those fireworks over there are so beautiful."
"Yes, yes, General, the fireworks in Tokyo are truly beautiful."
Barshu bluntly exposed Morin: "General Morin, you don't even have money for noodles?"
"It's not that there aren't any, it's just that I think fireworks are beautiful."
Holy crap! It's really gone! Stop pretending!
Bars was a little pained; he worked very hard to earn money in Tokyo.
I work very late every day.
Tokyo is known as a city that never sleeps, and it's normal to order takeout from the night before last until the night after.
"General Mo, don't blame me for not reminding you, you can't survive in Tokyo without money."
Mo Lin blushed. After all, he was a general of the Gaochang Kingdom and a skilled fighter on the battlefield.
As we traveled from Gaochang into the Song Dynasty, we witnessed many interesting things.
I couldn't resist for a moment, and my pockets were soon empty.
These Song people are all bad; all they know is how to rob me!
Barshu stood up, ready to leave.
Morin finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Your Highness, how about we pull off a big heist? Everyone will make a fortune."
"General Mo, please don't! The security in Tokyo is stricter than anywhere else. The Imperial Guards are everywhere, and those folk gangs have been crushed one by one." Barshu was quite worried that Mo Lin would cause trouble in Tokyo, and he warned him very seriously, "If you want to be safe here, you have to follow the rules, otherwise, you will die a terrible death."
Morin lowered his expression and said, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness."
"It's very simple. Come deliver food for my company, and you can earn 300 coins a day!"
"So many! What is this food delivery service? It's so profitable."
You'll know when you get here.
So, Morin shamelessly wrote another letter to Billeco.
After reading the letter, Bilege nodded in praise: "General Mo is indeed reliable. He should conduct thorough reconnaissance in Song and assassinate the dog emperor if the opportunity arises!"
He had no idea that his son and his lover would be delivering food in Tokyo.
When the economy prospers to a certain extent, even the most passionate blood will soften to the bone.
It's not that people have become cowards.
Isn't a good and stable life appealing?
He Liming delivered another report, and Zhao Huan chuckled after reading it: Another food delivery guy has arrived!
Putting aside the trivial matters of Barshu and Morin, Zhao Huan now had important matters to attend to.
The economies of the kings of the South China Sea have suffered setbacks. Gaochang has recently tightened its control over the Northwest Silk Road. The economic recovery in the Northeast is slower than expected, and the construction of the Guangnan East Road has also been postponed.
At the same time, the issuance of paper money exceeded the normal pace of economic development.
Tokyo is clearly experiencing inflation.
The princes have been in the countries of the South China Sea for several years now, yet their economies are like a pile of dog shit.
Because of the onset of winter, going out in Northeast China right now is basically suicidal.
However, the economy of Guangnan New Prefecture cannot improve so quickly.
In short, the imperial court issued too much paper money.
If this matter is reported again, Zhao Ding's head will be on the chopping block.
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