77 Six Strategies on Liquor Tax
Huo Yan: I can't even utter a single word?
Huo Qubing stared at him for a while, then nodded silently.
Although Huo Yan was firm, this matter involved many things, and he just thought that Huo Qubing was decisive and hoped that he would calm down after listening to his explanation. Unexpectedly, Huo Qubing agreed directly, and he was a little undecided for a while.
"Aren't you going to ask me why?"
Huo Qubing lit a lamp and took a book from the nearby bookshelf. Gongyang Gao's Spring and Autumn Annals, of the three commentaries on the Spring and Autumn Annals, placed the greatest emphasis on law and order, emphasizing that a gentleman's attitude toward enemies remains unchanged even after ten or a hundred generations. This was a prominent school of thought, and he held it in high esteem.
"You said it."
You came to tell me and I agreed. Isn't that normal?
Huo Yan understood his implication.
Huo Qubing and Huo Yan faced each other, one sitting and the other standing.
After a long moment, Huo Qubing frowned and pulled him over to his side. "Why are you standing there like an idiot?"
Huo Yan, silent, also went to his shelf to pick and choose, picking up a copy of "The Art of War." He couldn't concentrate on the book in his hand, just flipping it open perfunctorily. He stared at the page, never turning the page. His hand tapped the table lightly, making a rhythmic, crisp sound, one, two.
Outside the window, the night deepened, spreading like inky black. The occasional cry of a jackdaw pierced the silence, adding a touch of melancholy to the solemn atmosphere. Inside, the candlelight flickered, stretching the two figures out of their respective positions.
Huo Qubing smiled and took out the book in his hand.
"Ayan, I am your brother. I have made the decision, so you must obey me."
Don't worry about it. If you're unhappy, just move out. There's no need for so many reasons.
The moonlight was bright, illuminating Huo Qubing.
Huo Yan laughed in silence, but his heart seemed to fly up. He leaned softly on Huo Qubing's shoulder like a boneless cat.
He felt that Liu Che liked to be close to his uncle, and he couldn't blame Liu Che.
"Brother, you indulge me without asking me why. You are biased."
The golden cloud pattern on the cuffs of Huo Qubing's dark uniform brushed against the boy's dark circles, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up. He smiled as brightly as the wind and the moon, and in his heart he sighed for his younger brother. If he didn't agree, he would come to persuade him, and if he agreed, he would say that he was biased. It was really awkward and cute.
This smart brain doesn't work well after meeting relatives.
"I'm partial."
Huo Qubing finished speaking, and Huo Yan was overjoyed. He lay on his back, hugged Huo Qubing's neck, and said coquettishly, "Brother, it's good to separate now. The situation is unpredictable, and there's a new prince in the palace. I'm a thorn in your side. The Wei family is powerful, and my uncle's interests are complicated. My uncle can't bear to leave him. But I think a tall tree attracts the wind, and it's hard to guard against villains. Why don't we separate and become a hidden knife to help my uncle get rid of the worms."
Huo Qubing raised his eyebrows and fixed his gaze on Huo Yan's. He felt uncomfortable with his gaze, then looked away and said, "Hmm."
Huo Yan curled his lips, thinking that his coquettishness was in vain. Huo Qubing could tell that he was right in everything he saw.
"I beat up those servants today, but I haven't eliminated all the trouble. But I can't just kill them all in my uncle's house, or I'll be accused of causing trouble."
Huo Qubing didn't care and turned the page of the book. "That's far-fetched. Are you afraid of this?"
Huo Yan was unwilling to admit his suspicion, so he just acted on his own will. He rested his head on Huo Qubing's thigh, wrapped himself up, closed his eyes, and hummed a few times from his nose for a long time.
"Well, there are also reasons why I don't believe that my uncle treats me as his own, and I don't believe that my uncle's special treatment of you and me can last forever. I think separating can transfer the risks. I'm telling you, you are not allowed to lose your temper with me, and you are not allowed to not come with me!"
What's wrong with him being on guard against others? Humph! What's wrong with him not trusting Liu Che? What's wrong!
Huo Yan's fur stood on end, and he suddenly flew into the air. Huo Qubing slung his brother onto his shoulder like a sack, tossing him onto the bed. He then pulled the quilt over him, tied it in a knot, and tied Huo Yan up. Huo Yan struggled in vain, and finally closed his eyes in hatred.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Huo Qubing casually pushed Huo Yan to the inside, stretched out his long legs, pulled the quilt over, and lay down beside Huo Yan.
Huo Yan was angry and turned his back to him.
"Are you angry at me and using cold violence? You think I'm unreasonable and heartless!"
Huo Qubing was innocent.
"You know, when I lose my temper, I usually just hit people."
Huo Yan shut up.
The previous year, the princes were agitated because of Liu Che's exploitation of the feudal lords, so Huo Qubing, like a bandit, beat up all the princes who were close to Chang'an according to their geographical distance. It is said that Huo Qubing whipped those people and beat them into submission.
Huo Qubing never talked too much and usually just smoked directly.
But Huo Yan is both timid and bold, depending on who he is facing.
So he shuddered, and suddenly, without any fear at all, he exploded, "You're just angry at me, come on, give me a whip too!"
Huo Qubing was helpless.
"Ayan, I didn't lose my temper with you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to handle it."
At this point, the boy seemed a little aggrieved and complained again, "It's always you who loses your temper at me and talks too much."
Huo Yan was lying on the inside of the bed, feeling a surge of anger rushing to his head.
"What's the matter?" He stood up, jumped off the bed, and angrily pointed at Huo Qubing with his hands on his hips, saying, "Come down, let's have a fight!"
Huo Qubing tried hard to suppress his laughter.
"No." He closed his eyes and said, "I can't argue with you."
Huo Yan's anger was like hitting cotton, and he ended up turning into a fluffy mess because all the hair on his body was standing on end. He sat down at the table, picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of cold water, and gulped down a glass. Seeing that Huo Qubing ignored him, he poured himself another glass.
Huo Qubing got out of bed and had no choice but to ask someone to bring him a pot of hot water.
The servants had heard the noise from inside the door long ago and were afraid that the two masters would fight. When they heard Huo Qubing calling for help, they hurried downstairs.
Huo Yan put down the teacup, and a few drops of water splashed on his hands, feeling slightly cool.
"I know you don't understand me, but I'm just saying I don't trust my uncle. If one day we go against his wishes, we'll be the first to be abandoned." He forced a smile, his lips and tongue filled with bitterness. "Everyone is like this, even Mother. If one day I endanger that Chen sister, Mother will definitely want to kill me."
People's hearts are fickle, so why bother gambling on your weight in other people's hearts?
"Why make such a bet?" Huo Qubing chuckled. "If what you think is contrary to what you think, if you firmly believe you are right, then change his mind."
He wiped the water droplets off Huo Yan's hands and said, "Ah Yan would never kill innocent people, so how can we talk about turning against each other?"
The open-minded and broad-minded young man used his rough fingertips to wipe the water stains on Huo Yan's face. Under the bright moonlight, Huo Yan also looked bright.
"You and I have been together for years. No one knows better than me how brave and fearless Ah Yan is, and how open and sincere he is. I only worry about my brother dying for others, not about others dying because of my brother."
"What if I hurt innocent people in the future?" Huo Yan asked softly, "What if I kill tens of thousands of people at will?"
Huo Qubing didn't even raise his eyebrows. "Then you should be sent to fight the Xiongnu. You are stronger than me."
Huo Yan's head was buzzing.
"Can't you just say I'm on your side? Or at the very least, Ah Yan is very good. He must be doing this out of necessity for more people."
Huo Qubing hummed, "You can think of it that way."
Huo Yan stood up and said "fuck", then broke through the door and left.
He regretted telling Huo Qubing that he should have bought the house directly, broke into Huo Qubing's house, robbed him and carried him away. If Huo Qubing tried to resist, he would stab him.
Huo Qubing watched Huo Yan leave with a clear gaze. He added some cold water to the hot tea handed to him by the servant and drank it all.
His eyes narrowed unconsciously and his fingers tapped the table.
After a long time, Huo Qubing slowly opened the door. When the servant saw him go out, he took a sheep horn lamp to illuminate Huo Qubing and whispered a few words to him.
Huo Yan had been in a hurry all the way, and perhaps because he was too tired or what, he slowly fell asleep and soon fell asleep with his legs spread out on the bed.
The moonlight was like a bucket of spilled silver beads, rolling into the courtyard of the west wing of the Huo Mansion.
Huo Yan was sound asleep when he suddenly heard a crisp sound like silk tearing from the window frame - half of the carved wooden window was split open by a ring-headed scabbard, and wood chips fell to the blue brick floor.
Without even opening his eyes, he grabbed the jade belt hook beside his pillow and threw it over, "Brother, help!"
Seventeen-year-old Huo Qubing hung from the eaves. Upon hearing this, he smashed open Huo Yan's window. Moonlight streamed in, and he leaned out, his hand resting on the frame. The hem of his dark military uniform was stained with night dew. His long, unbound hair was lifted by the evening breeze, the tip of his high ponytail brushing the tip of Huo Yan's nose. Twelve gilded bronze bells in the window clashed with the sound of swords as he walked.
"Huo Qubing, you smashed my window!"
Huo Yan grabbed the rhino horn pillow and tried to smash it, but the scabbard lifted the brocade quilt and toppled it onto the couch. Huo Qubing pressed one knee against the corner of the quilt, swinging his dangling right leg. The brass buckle on his waist belt made a sharp, creaking sound, and he looked serious.
Huo Yan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes widened in fear. Did something happen? Then he heard Huo Qubing say, "Ayan is very good."
What was waiting for the young man was a pillow and Huo Yan's angry voice.
"Huo Qubing, damn you!"
Huo Qubing felt happy and smiled brightly, and jumped out of the window nimbly.
"Tomorrow is a day off, I'll take you to fly a kite!"
Huo Yan said nothing and made two kites with silk overnight.
As a result, it rained the next day, and Huo Yan was bored, so he made two more Kongming lanterns out of paper.
[You can't fly a kite, so you're flying a Kongming lantern instead?]
Huo Yan said nothing, being stubborn as hell, and just sat there. The barrage of comments didn't bother to criticize him, but they just watched him make another oil-paper umbrella and then lie down in a watery manner.
[Comment: Master, are you tired? Get up! The winery is a monopoly!]
Huo Yan turned over and said, "I have one day off every five days, no overtime."
[Don’t feel like studying today? Don’t feel like doing anything else?]
Huo Yan closed his eyes and said, "It's raining. I don't want to read or move."
[Okay, it's good to take a break.]
The comments followed him and stared at each other for a long time, then Huo Yan turned over.
"Um, give me that book, 'Ten Trillion Yuan Eating Madness: China's High Value-Added Growth Model for Agricultural Products and Food,'" ④. I want to read it.
Commentators: You're making a wish here! Tell me which page you've read!
Huo Yan said proudly, "You don't care about me at all."
Everyone in the comments: Copy and paste silently.
The next day, when the rain stopped and the sun rose, Huo Yan still lay in bed and slept until noon. Then he went to the office of the Minister of Agriculture with refreshed energy.
The first thing I did was to ask Zheng for leave.
Lord Zheng had just dealt with the person he recommended and his guests who were responsible for transporting goods for him after being reminded by Huo Yan, and the problem was discovered too early, so he managed to patch up the hole by patching things up.
Huo Yan is now his benefactor, so the old man smiled so hard that his eyes were blocked when he saw Huo Yan.
"Ayan is here."
Huo Yan handed in his leave application with a smile and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.
"I am ill and may take two months to recover."
Zheng looked at the patient's condition in the application: "swollen thighs, full chest and ribs, inability to eat or drink"③ and the lively Huo Yan. The veins on his forehead twitched, and the old fox's expression changed in an instant. He smiled and stroked his beautiful half-white, half-gray beard, "I'll find a doctor for Ah Yan."
Huo Yan's expression remained unchanged, then he suddenly covered his chest, pretending to be out of breath, and grabbed the hem of Zheng Dangshi's clothes tightly with his hands.
"I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm short of breath."
Zheng thought to himself, "I'm old, not blind." But Liu Che's instructions suddenly rang in his ears. After a long while, he accepted the request and asked someone to carry Huo Yan out.
If people who came and went in the office asked him, he would just say that Huo Yan was in poor health and had chest tightness and difficulty breathing.
Meanwhile, Huo Yan was carried out, pretending to be too ill to get up, coughing every few steps as he returned to the Wei Mansion. After seclusion for half a month, he donned a mask and rushed to the theater.
Now the news of his illness was spreading like wildfire, and Zhuo Wenjun's request to visit him was rejected. Uncle Dan was so anxious in the store that he even had blisters on his mouth.
Until he visited today.
When Uncle Dan saw him alive, he wiped away his tears and quickly looked back, looking for Huo Qubing.
The last time this master came here, he was going to the Xiongnu, and this time he is going to the Southwestern Yi, right?
After hearing that Huo Yan was going to restart the dusty plan to monopolize the wine industry, he was happy at first. After all, because of the reputation of Tianzi Wine, Huo Yan's technological innovation and the fact that Fuguang was a rare sorghum wine, there were almost no high-end wines that could compete with Fuguang. But when he heard Huo Yan say that he wanted to merge all the wines in the country together, his face drooped.
"My Lord, please reconsider!" His already wrinkled face wrinkled even more, making him look like a eunuch beside a tyrant. "Do you know how many families in Chang'an alone make wine?"
He made the number eight with his hands, his face showing his miserable fate. "There are eighty of them that I can see, not including the small huts run by couples in the streets and alleys."
Huo Yan hummed, his face expression cold, "The price is lower than theirs."
Uncle Dan had a headache, "Master, you are lowering the value of our Fuguang wine."
Huo Yan chuckled. "The theater's status is untouchable. Just take your own steps and follow the plan. As for those coarse liquors, I'm planning to open a new shop specializing in low-priced liquors. This time, I want it to be big, to make a big splash in Chang'an, and ideally, to swallow up all those distilleries."
Uncle Dan is still worried.
"The best way to monopolize an industry is to have more products at a lower price.
Huo Yan tapped the table with his fingers. "The winery should hire more people. My wine is long-lasting, and even with water added, it's still more fragrant than muddy wine."
Uncle Dan understood.
During the Han Wudi era, the common people consumed turbid wine, mostly made from corn, their staple food. This wine was crudely made, poorly filtered, and fermented quickly, resulting in a high concentration of impurities and a turbid color, hence its name. The wine also had a relatively bland taste and a lack of sweetness. Due to the high concentration of impurities, it could only be stored for a few days to a dozen days.
Most of Huo Yan's wines are high-proof liquors made from sorghum. After being fully fermented and distilled, they are stored for ten years and become more fragrant with age.
The floating light is the best in Chang'an, and the fragrance becomes more and more fragrant over time. This is not just talk.
"They don't dare to brew more wine, so they can't consume more than mine."
Huo Yan leaned back in his chair leisurely, restraining himself from stroking his ring. He casually held the teacup and said, "Do what I say. I'm here. I'll take care of the rest."
Uncle Dan was just waiting for his master to escort him, so he no longer had to worry.
Huo Yan's energy was focused on this, and the shop expanded rapidly. As Huo Yan had said, the low-priced and high-volume Suichun liquor was very popular among the common people, not to mention its supposedly Fuguang flavor. For a time, the common people of Chang'an were all drinking Suichun. The nobility and even the middle class in Chang'an could drink Fuguang, so naturally, they had no interest in this low-end version of Fuguang.
Everyone has their own preferences, and those above them are even more dismissive. Only those selling low-end bootleggers have been squeezed out of the market almost daily by Huo Yan since Suichun's debut. Some also try to imitate Suichun liquor, but experienced brewers know it's a blend of Fuguang after just one taste. However, without Huo Yan's distilling machines, they can't produce Fuguang.
In addition, the price of Fu Guang is high. They can afford to buy a hundred pots, but they cannot produce tens of thousands of pots at once like Huo Yan. A hundred pots of Fu Guang can be made into a thousand pots, which is Suichun, but can be made into ten thousand pots, which is just plain water. Ordinary people are not fools. Who wants to drink plain water at the same price?
This is an open and blatant conspiracy.
It is easy to hide from a conspiracy, but it is impossible to solve an open conspiracy.
The long-term solution is to control the autonomy and comprehensiveness of the upstream and downstream of the production chain.
The profits from liquor are huge, and these can support my uncle's battle for a year.
Huo Yan has been "sick" recently, and the masked boy is wandering around Chang'an.
Whenever he heard that a winery was going to close down, he wanted to try it. He wanted to launch other styles of wine and poach people in the future, but he was not used to drinking wine. He could not taste good or bad wine, and only felt bitterness.
"Do you think this wine is good?"
[I can’t tell, isn’t it the same as the last one?]
[Take a bite and tell us.]
[Smell it.]
…
[Bao, let those who know how to drink come!]
[Yes, if you can’t be a leader, you’ll just work yourself to death!]
[Is Sang Hongyang successful?]
Huo Yan shook his head, "That old man is just like me."
[Lord Father Yan?]
Huo Yan curled his lips, "He can't tell good from bad, he drinks everything, he's a pig."
[What's wrong with that?]
[uncle? ]
Huo Yan was furious. "They're for nourishment, you're not allowed to drink them!"
[Cher?]
Huo Yan drank a bowl of muddy wine by himself and asked, "Why would you find yourself a living father?"
He has a contemptuous attitude towards barrage.
"Think quickly!"
[Hahaha, Old Dongfang!]
[Dongfang Shuo!]
Huo Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed to Zhufu Yan's residence. Huo Yan had been ill and had been absent recently. A person exposed to the wind and catching a cold at this time could die. Zheng had also said Huo Yan was barely breathing. Huo Qubing was still training in another place, and the Wei family was without a leader. It was said that Madam Chen had gone there, but had been turned away by the Wei residence's gatekeeper. Zhufu Yan was worried and ordered someone to open the warehouse so he could pick out some nourishing herbs for Huo Yan.
Then the doorman brought a young man over. The young man was very rude. Seeing that he was still wearing a mask, he felt unhappy and was about to drive him away when he heard the masked boy laughing.
"Sir, please do me a favor. I need someone to meet the emperor."
Lord Father Yan raised his eyebrows.
Okay, you don’t need to take the ginseng.
Outside the Weiyang Palace.
Dongfang Shuo was dragged away by a masked boy.
"You bastard! You still need someone to write the script? Don't you still have that Ma Qian?"
Huo Yan kicked him.
"Old man, his name is Sima Qian, don't call him Ma Qian all the time. Without him, you still wouldn't be able to leave the little dark room."
Dongfang Shuo clicked his tongue. He couldn't stand Huo Yan protecting Sima Qian.
They both wrote play scripts, but he worked for free. Sima Qian not only received dividends, but also received food and clothes from Huo Yan. Because this guy was a snob, Huo Yan even sent him some of his expensive writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, while Huo Yan often forgot about himself.
The older he gets, the more jealous he becomes.
If he and Sima Xiangru had not written to ask for the Xuan gold paper last time, it would probably never have fallen into his hands.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He grumbled, "I'm free by His Majesty's side, and I don't usually see you asking for it."
Huo Yan dragged him to the winery, bought him two taels of wine, and filled his glass on the spot.
"Aren't you afraid of delaying your scientific research? Come, I'll apologize and treat you to all the wine in Chang'an."
Dongfang Shuo naturally knew that most wineries were now bankrupt. When he heard the man's words, he knew it was him who did it. Recalling Liu Che's attitude, he did not shirk responsibility. He just sat on the stool, took a sip, and then frowned.
"This one doesn't work. The brewing method is wrong."
Huo Yan stood up and took him to the next house marked on the map.
He called it taking Dongfang Shuo to drink, and fed the wine to Dongfang Shuo.
Dongfang Shuo was an old drunkard. He would just pout with his tongue. As long as their complexion improved a little, Huo Yan would give them a bamboo sign and invite them to work in his winery where he was researching new wine. It was truly a direct recruitment by the boss.
After drinking for five days, Huo Yan had roughly grasped the number of folk wine-making workshops, the ratio of annual grain output to wine-making consumption in each county, and the powerful families behind them. He locked himself in a small dark room with a barrage of comments, and with a stroke of his pen, he wrote more than ten pages on the Suyun paper, which was an article entitled "Six Strategies for Wine Taxation".
The Han Dynasty is now experiencing a period of rejuvenation. The policy of monopolizing liquor is of vital importance to the state's finances and the well-being of the people, and must be carefully considered. I, a humble official, have a proposal to present to you, Your Majesty.
I have refined the brewing method, resulting in a mellow, long-lasting liquor. Moreover, it requires no corn, only grains like sorghum. I implore Your Majesty to encourage the people to cultivate sorghum and other grains suitable for brewing baijiu, in addition to their cultivated land. Sorghum is drought-resistant and barren, does not compete with staple crops for land, and produces a considerable yield, making it an excellent choice for brewing liquor. To alleviate the people's worries, central government could collect this grain at a price half that of corn.
Three certificates were established to clarify the rules for production, sales, and transportation, ensuring orderly circulation and accurate tax collection. The "brew certificate" provided a brewing license, the "sale certificate" provided a sales license, and the "transport certificate" provided a transportation license. These three certificates were separate and all required strict central approval to ensure compliance with regulations in all aspects of wine production, sales, and transportation.
Officially managing the liquor industry will both ensure a sufficient national treasury and promote prosperity at the local level. Your Majesty should appoint a "Liquor Minister" directly under the Grand Minister of Agriculture at the central level to oversee liquor taxation and overall liquor management. Local governments should appoint "Liquor Officials" to oversee the brewing, distribution, and tax collection of liquor.
A unified liquor tax is implemented, which is reported by local liquor officials and levied according to the quality of the liquor.
Four-pronged supervision is implemented to prevent granaries from being damaged. Any grain withdrawal from the warehouse and any liquor tax deposit must be signed and confirmed by the warehouse manager, the wine-making official, the censor, and the soldiers. The relevant account books must be copied to the central and local governments at the same time.
Trade wine and horses with the Han people, exchanging official wine for fine horses. And employ a trick to weaken the enemy and strengthen ourselves, thus safeguarding the peace of the border. Trade wine and horses with the Han people on the border, exchanging official wine for fine horses.
Huo Yan finished writing the six strategies with great enthusiasm and let out a sigh of relief.
"Anything else you want to add?"
[No more.]
[Little Champion Huo!]
Huo Yan puffed out his chest and snorted through his nose, obviously liking the compliment.
[And give Tetsuko a compliment.]
[Yes, praise him.]
[Human relations and worldly wisdom.]
…
Huo Yan was very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. He added another page and wrote at the top of it: "Your Majesty, the Chief Official Huo Yan, is deeply honored and respectful. I bow my head twice and report to Your Majesty."
Then, the young scholar Huo, who had been writing with great inspiration just now, got stuck.
What should I write next? What should I praise his uncle for?
For a long time, he didn't write a single word, and the ink dripped, staining a large area black.
I can't praise it at all.
His almond-shaped eyes were wide open, yet empty. For several hundred breaths, the barrage of comments cheated for him.
[You can’t even write an acknowledgment statement for your paper, even though it’s too wordy?]
[Forget it, baby is tired too, I'll write it.]
[Your Majesty's holy virtue reigns supreme, and your benevolent spirit spreads far and wide, earning respect from all quarters.]
Your Majesty, bearing the scepter of Heaven, shouldering the empire's burden, rises day and night, devoting all his energy and thought. Surrounding you like wings, you ministers, each devoting all their energy and effort, seek to assist the holy dynasty and repay your Majesty's grace. I, a humble servant, am fortunate to have been favored by Your Majesty and to be honored to serve you at your side. Though my position is humble and my duties insignificant, I have diligently studied the affairs of wine administration and have some insights into their nature.
[Your Majesty's virtue is undeniable. Since you took the throne, you have cultivated virtue within the country and repelled foreign invaders. Your grace has been bestowed upon the people, and your prestige spreads far and wide. You are truly a sage ruler unprecedented in history.]
[You have more, I’ll copy yours.]
[Baozi, choose the one with the most copies.]
Huo Yan looked at the words all over the face and felt tired of copying them. He thought Huo Qubing was sick and worried about him, so he came back to see him and copied them for him.
Although his brother had given him the news in advance, Huo Qubing was really worried that his brother was sick, so he still rushed back to accompany him on his day off.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly. Huo Qubing was lying on the beauty couch like a big cat, basking in the sun. His black hair was scattered and his knuckles covering his eyes were translucent.
Huo Yan asked him to get up, so he moved to the inside.
"On the back of the bookshelf is a book written by Sima Qian. If you have time, please read it to me."
Huo Yan had no choice but to read the book "Biography of General Wei" to him.
After reading two or three pages, Big Cat leaned against the headboard, his voice a little muffled.
"Ayan, if I win the battle, you must ask Sima Qian to write about me, and you must also paint a majestic portrait of me with gold powder."
Huo Yan smiled and imagined a tearful cat head. He couldn't help but stroke the big cat, "Uncle's notebook is old, but you can please me and I will help you."
He shook his article and said, "Please write a few words praising my uncle."
Huo Qubing raised his eyebrows, carefully read Huo Yan's eight strategies for wine tax, and wrote a praising one for him.
There was nothing wrong with Huo Qubing's literary accomplishment, except that his handwriting was a little beautiful, at least better looking than Huo Yan's. Huo Yan kept the first copy and asked him to write another one.
Huo Qubing smiled and wrote an article in a very fluent manner, trying his best to write better, and handed it to Huo Yan.
"Pleasure."
The pointed little canine teeth are shiny and warm, like a startled wild goose in the spring morning.
[Ayan, you need to write more for us to cure our illnesses, woo woo woo.]
[I'll pay!]
[I live to see Huo Qubing!]
[Bingbing, woo woo woo, it’s almost time, we’ll have a storybook soon.]
The barrage of comments went crazy, and Huo Yan went crazy too, but he looked calm. As soon as he left Huo Yan's ward, he immediately asked someone to frame the paper. He counted the pocket money he had earned, and finally took out a large piece of paper and decided to draw a poster for his brother.
Huo Yan took another month's leave for the moving arrangements. At the same time, Liu Che looked at the two halves of the memorial handed in by Huo Yan, with completely different handwritings, and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, Liu Che laughed.
"The words that cure illnesses are making progress."
He thought about the person who was suitable for this matter, and finally, with a stroke of his pen, nominated Ji An to take charge of the matter, and asked Huo Yan, the chief official, to assist him.
Ji An, suffering from a long illness and growing older, proposed a marriage with the Hu people to avoid war, hoping to alleviate national turmoil. He disliked Confucianism and strict laws, defying all odds. He initially considered accepting Gongsun Hong's suggestion that he become the Right Internal Affairs Secretary, but Huo Yan was clearly busier and more suitable for Ji An to leave him alone. Furthermore, his son, Ah Yan, needed a shield until he grew up, and he saw the old man as the perfect person to relieve him of his constant pressure.
【Author’s words】
A Yan's sick leave was to clear suspicion and separate him from the masked boy. In the later period of establishment, he was devoted to doing things for His Majesty. He did whatever His Majesty said. He was completely a novice who was forced to do something he was not supposed to do.
He wanted to make a non-stick pan.
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