Chapter 27 The Essence of Yunlang

"In another ten days, Liu Ling will arrive at Lan's City."

Yun Lang looked at the map, compared it with his hands and came up with a rough result.

"When will we start to harvest the Western Regions?"

Cao Xiang took off his shoes and leaned against the brocade couch and asked.

"Wait a little longer, wait until the weather is warmer and the grass in the ground grows."

Cao Xiang sighed comfortably and said, "Yes, this is his mother's harvest. It's like the crops growing in the field. We don't have to do anything. When he matures, he will use a sickle to harvest...

Alang, is there a more comfortable way to get these crops into our pockets by themselves?

Or the kind that doesn’t matter if you don’t want it?”

“It’s actually OK.

The Huns helped us very much, and helped us kill all the old rulers of the Western Regions and wiped out the wealth that the Western Regions had accumulated for hundreds of years.

The people of the Western Regions now have nothing, and they also know that if they do not have a strong backer, the wealth they produce in the future will still be taken away by others.

At this time, our preciousness is highlighted.

As long as our army was still in the Western Regions, the Huns would not dare to come and wipe out some annoying horse thieves.

We can happily collect taxes in the Western Regions.”

"How to collect taxes? The Western Regions are so big, and the cost of collecting taxes is higher than the taxes received. What should he do with such taxes?"

"Didn't you come up with a solution just now?"

"What method?"

“Let the crops automatically walk into our pockets.”

"The people of the Western Regions are a little stupid. They probably aren't so stupid yet, right?"

"Just implement the tax system."

"And then a few years later, you will kill those who are tax-protected and support new tax-protected people?"

"This is a routine that Your Majesty is used to. Why can't we use it? Killing the taxpayers who are full of public grievances will help the long-term stability of the local area."

Cao Xiang nodded and said, "Reduce the tax rate a little, so that the people in the Western Regions will be very grateful to us."

"It cannot be reduced too much. The Western Regions have abundant real estate, especially jade, gems, agate, fur, dried fruit, and minerals.

If low tax rates are used, it will be very unfair to the Han people.

Don't worry about these things. Dongfang Shuo, Sima Qian, and Xiahou Jing are sorting out the taxes of the Western Regions. They are preparing to give it a discount and set a relatively complete tax rate, which is best to do it once and for all.

You see when you go back to Chang'an. We brothers are all outside. There is no one talking at home. Many things need to be explained. It is very troublesome and can easily cause disaster to all of us."

"Don't try harder to get my uncle. He will not change himself. Forcibly changing his views and thoughts will only make him hate us even more.

We don’t have to work hard for Gillian, mother, and the queen, and there is no need for other ministers to make friends.

It’s not that our brothers have too little power to climb up, but that we have too much power and have already had a conflict with my uncle. It’s best to let people forget us at this time.

Always appear in front of others and remind others that it is definitely not a good thing to have a group of people like us in the Han Dynasty.

What we have to do now is to quietly accumulate money and food, and quietly cultivate manpower, so that rebellion will not be possible. At least when my uncle's board is knocked down, we can withstand the knocking.

If you feel that I am doing nothing to make you bored by watching it, I will go back to Jingtie Mountain, where the more I look at the iron ore, it is more pleasant than seeing gold."

Yun Lang gave Cao Xiang a blank look. This guy is almost smelly now. He will never sit if he can lie down.

His originally tall and thin body was fat and plump like a balloon, especially his big belly was even more prominent, which made Yun Lang think that his old illness had relapsed, so he asked Su Zhi to do the strictest screening for him. Finally, he found that this guy was fat, and there was no other reason.

The handsome and tall young man looked like he turned into a fat middle-aged man with a beard, and Yun Lang felt very sad.

A man’s good time is just a few short years. As time goes by, all the bad hidden things will emerge, and eventually turn the beautiful boys into pigs.

"Qibing said he would take you to practice martial arts!"

"Don't practice!"

"I said I was practicing martial arts, but I didn't seem to ask for your opinion."

Cao Xiang struggled to get off the brocade bed with his big belly, waved his hands and said, "I will leave Dunhuang now and prepare to go back to Jingtie Mountain to be my mountain king."

Yun Lang grabbed Cao Xiang and said, "When we get back from the disease, we have something important to discuss."

"As long as it is not a rebellion, I will do whatever you want. Now, don't hold me. My current physique, if I am pulled to practice martial arts by being sick, I may die."

"Okay, what you need to do to get sick, do you think you will be fine if you run back to Jingtieshan? He will also catch you."

Cao Xiang gritted his teeth hard, then shook Yun Lang's hand away, and went out. Yun Lang shouted from behind: "Don't think about running away."

"I asked Su Zhi to prescribe medicine to reduce swelling..."

The population in Dunhuang County is decreasing, and the population here is actually all civilians and military. When the army leads civilians to start building roads, as the road gradually fades away, Dunhuang gradually becomes depressed.

Dongfang Shuo stood on the wasteland with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was looking at. Sima Qian looked at Dongfang Shuo for a long time, feeling that there was nothing in front of him except the vast wasteland.

But he disdains to ask Dongfang Shuo because this person likes to speak nonsense the most.

The same thing, the answers he knew from his mouth yesterday would be very different from those he heard from his mouth tomorrow.

However, he was able to use the most correct theory to explain his unreliable actions.

"A man who is a big horse is a horse, a small horse is a horse; a chicken is a small chick; a big cow is a calf; a child is a child, a grown old; things in the world are endless, and that will use these small things to bully you."

Since hearing this correct strange theory, Sima Qian no longer debated anything with Dongfang Shuo. According to his theory, no matter what he said, he was right.

Today is a rare day of soberness for Dongfang Shuo.

Sima Qian decided to give him another chance.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at three thousand miles away, Liu Ling is fighting against the Great Yuezhi King."

"Who's winning?"

"The winner has not been decided yet."

When Dongfang Shuo said this, he felt indescribable loneliness.

"A large clan, when there is hardness in softness, hold it but not accept it, press it but not bend it, and when it is uneven, it will be called, and when it encounters a strong, it will resist, and the mortal enemy will survive, and move forward bravely... Only in this way can it be passed down forever without decline.

The leader of the Huns became a woman. This was the beginning of the disaster for the Huns. A woman’s nature would avoid the strong when encountering the weak when encountering the weak. If she got it, she would not want to let go. If she lost it, she would never forget it.

She didn't know that it was because of the ice and snow in the north that the strong Huns were raised. The Huns fought against ice and snow, and they could create a strong and unyielding character, a strong body, and an indomitable courage.

She only knew that living people in the north were not easy and the products were not abundant. This land was not built by her, so she abandoned it like a piece of grass.

Nowadays, the Huns are advancing rapidly in the Western Regions, and they are rushing forward like a storm, and there is no disadvantage under the horse's hooves.

But I didn't know that this should be the last glory of the Huns.

Once you reach a warm and prosperous place, with the greed of the Huns, you will definitely impose levies and impose the power of the world to satisfy the Huns' own selfishness.

The rich and powerful town is a poison that erodes bones. The Huns are not good at fighting wits. Once their strong bodies are lost, it will be the time when the Huns are completely destroyed.

If you use a knife to kill the Huns, even if my Han is so powerful, you can't do it. If you don't fight for a hundred years, you will exhaust the last drop of blood from the Huns, and you will not achieve this goal at all.

Now, no need, there is no Hun in this wasteland. Even the Huns hidden in the mountains do not hesitate to travel far away to follow their king.

There are no more Huns in the north...

The Huns will be done after leaving their ancestral land. No matter how brilliant they are now, they will be lonely after they are completely consumed. Today, their descendants will return the sufferings they have imposed on the Dayuezhi, Dayuan, and even the Daxia.

Zichang, you must add a sentence when you write a biography of Hou Yunlang of Yong'an."

Sima Qian smiled and said, "What are you adding? Add the great cause of expelling the Huns? Or tell the world that while Yunhou was eating, drinking and having fun, he sent the Huns to death?"

Dongfang Shuo looked back at Sima Qian and said, "No, you must tell future generations how poisonous Yun Lang is!"
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