kingnovel Chapter 835 Your Highness, don't panic, it's not a big problem.
Chapter 835 Your Highness, don't panic, it's not a big problem.
The triangular short blade, with three blood grooves and a slightly twisted rear edge, and the eerie blue light on its surface clearly told Li Shanchang that the short blade had been specially poisoned.
After just a couple of gesturings in his hand, Li Shanchang came to a conclusion: regardless of whether the poison on the short blade could be neutralized, the wounds from the stabs would be difficult to suture. The best treatment would be to cut off the stabbed area and forcibly stop the bleeding with a branding iron. Otherwise, as Yang Dianfeng had said, he would have to wait for the blood to run dry and die.
Li Shanchang stared intently at Yang Shaofeng and said in a deep voice, "Has Your Highness ever considered that no matter how strictly it is managed, this thing will eventually flow into the hands of ordinary people?"
Yang Shaofeng smiled dismissively and said, "What can ordinary people do with this thing?"
"This stuff is useless for killing chickens, and people worry it's poisonous for killing pigs. It's fine for killing people, but the problem is, what ordinary person would have the time to go and kill someone?"
"So here's the question: a sharpened bamboo stick can kill, a kitchen knife can kill, and a flintlock pistol is even more efficient and easier to kill. Which one isn't better than this thing?"
Not to mention that the management of triangular short thorns is extremely strict, there are also strict recycling regulations on the battlefield. Even if they do flow into civilian life, the possibility of them being kept is higher than the possibility of them being used for crimes.
Li Shanchang kept his eyes fixed on Yang Shaofeng until he finally sighed helplessly after a long while.
Is Yang Shaofeng right?
Correct.
However, all of Yang Shaofeng's claims have an indispensable prerequisite.
Ordinary people can live a peaceful life with their wives and children in warm beds, and see hope for survival.
Otherwise, as Yang Shaofeng said, a sharpened bamboo stick can also kill.
Or rather, when such triangular short blades could freely flow into civilian hands, firearms and similar items would likely also proliferate uncontrollably.
Li Shanchang shook his head, banishing these chaotic thoughts from his mind, and then steered the conversation back to the six hundred cattle and horses in Ningyang County.
"Let's be frank today—of those six hundred men, how many can the Prince Consort give to this old man?"
"Also, Your Highness should remember that out of those six hundred people, three hundred were students who had passed the imperial examinations."
"Even if the remaining three hundred are all from noble families, there will inevitably be a few clueless idiots among them."
Li Shanchang, taking advantage of the situation, began to set a trap for Yang Shaofeng: "No matter what, these six hundred are all your son-in-law's disciples. If they go astray in the future, it will be a loss of face for you, son-in-law, right?"
Yang Shaofeng stared blankly at Li Shanchang and asked, "So?"
Li Shanchang stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "Therefore, Your Highness still needs to find me a few reliable men to keep an eye on these six hundred people, so as to prevent them from making any mistakes."
I'll see what you, Yang the Madman, have to say now!
However, just as Li Shanchang began to secretly plot how many men he could squeeze out of Yang Shaofeng, Yang Shaofeng chuckled.
"My student?"
"Prime Minister Li is mistaken."
Yang Shaofeng reached out and pulled Zhu Biao over, saying, "The first farm director of Ningyang County was none other than His Highness the Crown Prince of our Great Ming Dynasty."
"Those six hundred cattle and horses..."
When Yang Shaofeng thought of Li Shanchang's son, Li Qi, who was also on the farm, he changed his tune: "Out of those six hundred, every single one of them is a disciple of the Crown Prince. Not a single one of them is a disciple of the Prince Consort's mansion."
Li Shanchang was completely dumbfounded.
Is this right?
This is fucking wrong!
I have personally reviewed every single report concerning the farm, and none of them mention the words "farm director," let alone that His Highness the Crown Prince was the first farm director.
Besides, when your Ningyang County Farm was first established, it was during the period when Shang was still staying in Ningyang County and refusing to return to the capital. Even if there was a first farm director, it should have been Shang. How could it possibly involve His Highness the Crown Prince?
Zhu Biao looked at Yang Shaofeng blankly and asked, "Brother-in-law, how come I didn't know when I became the farm director?"
Yang Shaofeng spread his hands and said sarcastically, "Oh dear, I thought His Majesty had already told His Highness and Prime Minister Li about this, so I didn't write a separate memorial."
Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Biao with pity and then added, "Oh, by the way, it's the same at the Liaodong Farm. His Highness the Crown Prince is also the first farm director."
"These were all said by His Majesty himself in front of me."
"Perhaps we forgot to tell His Highness about this?"
Zhu Biao's face immediately darkened.
forget?
How could I have forgotten!
That old man did it on purpose!
He was afraid that I would attribute the title of farm director to him!
Tsk.
Historically, there are few crown princes who are disastrous to their fathers, but emperors who are disastrous to their sons are everywhere. I should have thought of this long ago.
Thinking back to what Yang Shaofeng had just said—that the 600 cattle and horses at the Ningyang County farm were well-versed in the laws of the Ming Dynasty, familiar with the Thirty-Six Strategies and Sun Tzu's Art of War, and even adept at creating evidence without any evidence at all—Zhu Biao couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.
When I become emperor, these six hundred cattle and horses will also be able to infiltrate the central government.
Six hundred! A full six hundred of the same kind as Zhou Jingxin and Li Mingchen.
I have absolutely no expectations for this damned throne now.
Li Shanchang glanced at Zhu Biao, whose face was filled with despair, and suddenly whispered, "Your Highness, don't panic, it's not a big problem."
Zhu Biao glanced at Li Shanchang sideways.
Not a big problem?
Put lightly!
That's six hundred Zhou Jingxins, six hundred Li Mingchens, or even six hundred shrunken brothers-in-law. Isn't that a big problem?
Li Shanchang stroked his beard and smiled, then pulled Zhu Biao aside and whispered, "Does Your Highness think those six hundred Zhou Jingxin and Li Mingchen will be a big problem?"
Zhu Biao nodded directly.
Li Shanchang smiled and shook his head: "Your Highness has misunderstood. Those six hundred are not a problem, but rather six hundred hardworking oxen and horses. In fact, it's hard to find oxen and horses that are more useful than them for the time being."
Ok?
Is Qi Ge'er also working at a farm in Ningyang County?
So, in your eyes, Qi-ge'er is nothing more than a useful ox or horse?
Zhu Biao couldn't help but mutter a string of complaints to himself.
But then Zhu Biao thought about it again and realized that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
After all, in the eyes of a certain old man, I, the first director of the Ningyang County Farm, was nothing more than a beast of burden.
Now that Miss Liu's story is finished, what should we come up with next?
Just as Zhu Biao's thoughts began to veer off to how to appease the public, Li Shanchang said with a smile, "Your Highness, let alone six hundred Zhou Jingxins, even if there were six thousand or sixty thousand, as long as there is one person above them who can keep them in check, they won't be able to cause any trouble."
"For example, our Prince Consort."
Li Shanchang's eyes twitched, and he said in a low voice, "He is the Duke of Ying of our Great Ming Dynasty, the son-in-law of the Emperor, and the brother-in-law of His Highness. He was the one who proposed the farm, and he was also the one who trained the cattle and horses on the farm."
"So what if he gets old in the future?"
"Rehire them."
"Just like he said, sixty-something is the age when you should be working hard."
"Does Your Highness not want to see the Prince Consort pulling his hair every day?"