The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Li Shimin spent almost half an hour in the camp of the hustle and bustle before he left with satisfaction.

Today, he really saw the weight of that code of conduct, and at the same time, he praised Fang Jun's rigorous training and military style.

In short, the harvest was very rich, and even Cheng Saburo, who had been an eye-obtrusive no matter how he looked at it, began to become more beautiful.

After leaving the barracks, Cheng Chubi originally wanted to **** with Li Ke, but was summoned by Zhao Kun and asked him to return to the palace with His Majesty.

Back in Chang'an, straight into the imperial palace, inside the Ganlu Hall, Li Shimin looked at Cheng Saburo, who was sitting in front of him with an unruly manner and not squinting.

"Cheng Saburo..."

"My nephew is here, I don't know what uncle has to order?"

"Well...that, this year, Guanzhong has been plagued by disasters, and there are even no crops in many places."

"As a last resort, the old man can only lead the civil and military officials to patrol the east with the generals of Zhuwei and go to Luoyang for food."

"Surely you already know about this."

Li Shimin nodded his head when he saw Cheng Saburo in front of him, stroked his long beard with satisfaction, took a sip of tea and continued.

"The old man knows that your kid has a good mind, has a lot of ghost ideas, and is good at all kinds of weird methods..."

"???" Cheng Chubi looked at Li Shimin in front of him with a dazed expression. What are all kinds of weird means? Lao Tzu is a serious person.

Unfortunately, after seeing the gaze cast by Li Shimin, Cheng Chubi hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

Seeing Cheng Sanlang's honest and respectful look, Li Shimin's eyes swept away.

Zhao Kun had a dry cough and a big hand, and all the people in the Temple of Ganlu, along with himself, retreated to the gate of the palace.

Only then did Li Shimin continue to speak. "Nephew, what can you do to solve the problem of lack of food in Guanzhong."

Li Shimin looked at him with a serious expression and a solemn tone.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache. Miss Wu had already passed the news to herself before.

But I didn't have a clue yet, I didn't expect that Li Shimin would throw this question out so impatiently.

"Why, does it need to be considered, or is there no way?" Li Shimin looked at Cheng Saburo's tangled expression and asked suspiciously.

Cheng Chubi thought for a while, let it go, the spring breeze is blowing, the drums of war are just coming up with an idea, it's not that I am afraid of doing things.

"In fact, it's not that there is no way, but, your Majesty, are you sure you want my nephew to give you this idea?"

Hearing Cheng Sanlang's words, Li Shimin couldn't help looking at the kid with a toothache, always feeling that Cheng Sanlang had something in his words.

"Why, do you think the old man would not agree with the idea you gave?"

"In fact, there are two options for the solution given by my nephew."

"Two choices?" Li Shimin raised **** and looked at the boy Cheng Saburo in disbelief.

Since I went to Dongdu to eat, I have been thinking about how to solve the problem of food shortage in Guanzhong.

But think about it, there has been no good idea, but Cheng Saburo actually told himself that there were two options.

"Come here, let's talk to the old man, how come there are two choices?"

"The first one is to move the capital." Cheng Chubi said without hesitation, raising a finger.

Li Shimin looked at Cheng Chubi with scorching eyes, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"...Relocation of the capital is a major event that will cause turmoil in the country's society. How can a country move its capital easily."

Facing Li Shimin's gaze, Cheng Chubi didn't flinch, and fought hard according to reason.

"But if the capital is not moved, the Guanzhong disasters are frequent, and the population is increasing, the food gap will only get bigger and bigger.

If things go on like this, my nephew worries that our emperor of Datang will become the emperor Zhuliang. "

"Shut up!" Hearing the title of the emperor Zhuliang, Li Shimin's face turned dark, his slap on the case table, his eyes staring like copper bells.

Cheng Chubi closed his mouth angrily, but stared openly at the first emperor in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Yuan, who doesn't talk about martial virtues, seems to have never eaten because of the lack of food in Guanzhong. There is no such dark history, but if you have it, you have you and you are the emperor of grain.

Of course, Cheng Chubi didn't dare to say such a thing when he was killed, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't be mad in his heart.

Li Shimin was very painful. He didn't know what this kid said because he was clear.

Therefore, Li Shimin only tried to repair the Qianyuan Palace several times like a side attack ~www.readwn.com~ but was blocked by his ministers.

In fact, both Li Shimin and the ministers and workers understood that this Datang emperor had secretly poked the idea.

Don't forget that the founding of Datang, the capital of Guanzhong, was precisely because of the great efforts of many families in Guanlong.

If the Tang Dynasty moved the capital to Luoyang, then many aristocratic families in Guan Long would definitely be unhappy in their hearts.

Although after the establishment of Datang, both Li Yuan and Li Shimin are balancing, weakening the power of these aristocratic families.

But the problem is that their strength is still very strong, especially Guanzhong is also an important source of troops for Datang.

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"Well, let's talk about your reasons."

Li Shimin, the emperor of the grain, looked at Cheng Saburo with a very stubborn expression and sighed lightly.

"In fact, both politically and economically, my nephew thinks that Datang should move its capital to the Central Plains."

"The Guanzhong area is narrow, and the population that can be supplied by the grain produced is not large, and it is necessary to transport grain and grass from the Central Plains to make up for it."

"When my nephew was in Luzhou, I heard that my uncle had to rate Baiguan to visit the east because of lack of food in Guanzhong, and he was already paying attention to this matter."

"Only then did I know that just to transfer from Luoyang Hanjiacang into Chang'an, one stone of grain would cost 500 wen of freight.

During the Wude period, to transport 200,000 shi of grain every year, one hundred thousand guanans were required for freight; now it must be this number..."

Li Shimin interrupted Cheng Saburo's words blankly.

"Now the figure is 1.5 million shi of grain, and it needs 750,000 guan."

"Now it's less than 30 years since I was founded in Datang, the freight is already so much?"

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but raised his eyes. How many years have passed since the founding of Datang.

The freight rate alone has increased by six or seven times. If this is another thirty to fifty years, tut...