"Anyone who drinks this wine for a long time will become a dementia person."
After hearing Yang Ming's words, Pang Yan couldn't help but murmur to herself, this is definitely a desperate plan.
The Tubo people like wine, not because they are born with it, but because the northwest is too bitter and cold.
As a thing that can keep out the cold, even a piece of fur is extremely precious, and strong wine is like a gift from God.
After drinking it, you will not be afraid of the cold winter.
You can even go hunting for tigers and leopards in the snowy mountains.
And drinking too much alcohol can lead to addiction.
Just like cigarettes in later generations, as long as a habit is formed, smokers will still flock to it even though they know that smoking is harmful to health.
The Tibetan people cannot do without spirits, not because they like them, but because they drink spirits Now it has become a part of their lives.
Pang Yan could imagine that if Yang Ming's strong liquor that can turn people into idiots once flowed into Tubo in large quantities, then General Gao Yuan, who is known as the closest to heaven, would no longer have any soldiers to fight, which would definitely be a big deal for the court.
Great thing.
However, this method is too harmful to the world.
He was caught in a dilemma for a while.
If Yang Ming's method is not adopted, the people in Shu will definitely suffer from the coal group's continuous expansion.
However, if the method of bringing wine into Tibet is used, this problem can be solved directly and even bring unexpected surprises to the court.
The benefits, high taxes and the vast territory that can be collected at any time are inconsistent with the way of a saint.
Scholars talk about subduing the enemy without fighting, or being dignified.
This is obviously the behavior of a villain.
"My lord, do you have any worries?"
Yang Ming didn't think there was anything wrong with this method.
Since the losses needed to be transferred, he didn't feel any guilt in letting those Gaoyuan barbarians bear the burden.
It's not a strange saying that those who are not from my race will have different hearts.
It's such a simple word, and the bloody lessons in history will definitely make every Han man want to swing his sword.
The Wuhu rebellion in China, the Qiang rebellion, the invasion of Mongolia into the Han Dynasty, and the entry of pig tails into the customs are all a history of blood and tears.
These barbarians don't know how to build at all.
They only use blood-stained butcher knives to harvest the heads of common people one after another.
"I feel that this matter is harmful to Tianhe."
Under Pang Yan's deep wrinkles, there was a speechless expression.
If Yang Ming's method was not adopted, he didn't know whether Shuzhong would plunge everything into despair in the upcoming turmoil.
Yang Ming feels that he is very lucky.
As the saying goes, the flowers planted with intention will not bloom, but willows planted with willows will create shade.
He never thought that he could solve his troubles by just walking around.
Now that he has left this trouble to Pang Yan, he only needs to prepare for the exam with peace of mind in the next days, and he should stay away from these important national events.
That's great.
But Pang Yan didn't intend to let him go.
Or maybe the old man is extremely unbalanced in his heart.
He is definitely taking the blame for this, and he doesn't know if he will bear a vicious reputation in the future.
"Yang Zile, I have underestimated you after all."
Pang Yan took a deep look at Yang Ming before saying: "In the current situation, I have to borrow your method.
I will bear all the troubles in the sky, but you Don’t be too happy too early.”
"My lord, I think this kid has tricked your lord."
Yang Ming smiled, looking very energetic under the golden sunlight: "It is said that hundreds of officials in the court have been in arrears with their salaries for more than half a year, so you can imagine how urgent the court is.
It is unsustainable and the old man rules First, there was a plan to benefit the world with coal, and now he is offering to bring wine into Tibet.
Such a hugely profitable business will surely increase the court's income in a short period of time.
Of course, there are people involved in this, and Bai Huahua will do so.
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What will happen if there are more rumors and money to escort him to Beijing?”
Yang Ming continued: "Besides, the imperial court's tax revenue can also be increased a lot.
In my opinion, the tax of two million a year is indispensable.
It is better to change the tax rate of one out of ten to three out of ten.
It is originally pure water and sold as spirits."
There’s nothing wrong with getting 50%.
For such a good thing, wouldn’t the official department’s assessment give you an advantage?”
What Yang Ming said was not false.
If his Pang Yan could bring two million taels of silver to the court, the tax collectors department would definitely give him two promotions in a row.
It is not difficult for a fifth-grade magistrate to be promoted to magistrate.
Even the most demanding people in the court would not be stingy with such a huge achievement.
"You kid, haha."
Pang Yan seemed to be caught up in an extremely beautiful prospect, but the disaster in Shu was only temporarily suppressed.
As long as the remnants of the White Lotus are not eliminated, they will still resurface when the time comes.
Thinking of this, he frowned slightly and asked, "Does Zi Le know about Lao Wengshan?"
If he was just hoping just now, then after getting Yang Ming's plan to enter Tibet, he no longer had any doubts.
The talent and scheming of Hongcheng's number one genius was one of the best in the entire Shu.
"My lord, this is the boy who is going to take the exam."
Yang Ming rummaged through his chest, pulled out a letter and handed it to Pang Yan, saying, "This boy originally wanted to join the state government, but he didn't want to meet the lord by chance, even if the lord didn't ask me.
Ready to serve.”
Pang Yan took the letter, opened it and was deeply attracted.
His eyes were fixed on the few words above.
"Okay okay" He shouted three good words in succession "Sure enough, Zi Le has a ravine in his chest.
A fire attack is needed, but Laoweng Mountain is connected to the waterway.
It is obviously extremely humid.
I don't know how Zi Le can solve it."
Just now, Yang Ming was a kid, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Ming became Zi Le, Pang Yan.
Obviously, he no longer regards Yang Ming as an ordinary student, but treats him as an equal to himself.
"Fierce Fire Oil" Yang Ming still smiled half-heartedly.
Pang Yan instantly fell into a daze again.
Why didn't I think of it myself?
Why didn’t hundreds of thousands of people in Suizhou think of such a method?
As soon as the fierce fire oil comes out, even in a humid environment, as long as it encounters an open flame, it will ignite.
If the fire is connected, the entire Laoweng Mountain will be turned into a sea of fire.
Even if the remnants of the White Lotus Sect have wings, they will not be able to escape.
However, judging from Yang Ming's appearance, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Even though he had been in officialdom for decades, he had never seen such vicious methods.
I'm afraid there are no bones left of the thousands of people on Laoweng Mountain.
"Zile's second plan is really true" "This plan is too poisonous" Yang Ming turned sideways and looked in the direction of Hongcheng and said: "There is a severe drought in the world.
Sichuan, as the granary of several southwestern provinces, must not be lost.
Once something happens, millions of refugees will become rogues in an instant.
Those who are hungry will go crazy."
People don’t mind going south just for a bite of food.
There is absolutely no grass growing in the land, and Hongcheng, as the key to cutting off the waterway in central Sichuan, will naturally bear the brunt.
As a member of Hongcheng, the boy naturally does not want Hongcheng to make any mistakes.
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Although this strategy is a bit sinister, it is also forced by helplessness.
Sir, please forgive me":