After Lu Bei took over the military power to form a new army of 3,000, he discussed some details in the morning court.
The new army was named the Palace Guards, and it was a regular army like the Black Armored Army, unlike the half-army, half-farming role of the prefectural soldiers.
This made the other generals envious of Lu Bei.
After all, although they were generals who guarded a region, other than the servants, they were basically soldiers who rotated.
The combat ability, training, and familiarity of the prefecture soldiers were very poor. They were far inferior to the regular armies that were personally trained.
After this matter was over, the morning court session discussed the reconstruction of the north.
What was surprising was that Lu Bei could easily determine the actual situation and the amount of money and food needed for reconstruction based on the vague loss reports from Youzhou and Longyou.
They even proposed to use capital injection instead of donation. In other words, wealthy businessmen from all over the country could invest in the infrastructure of the counties damaged in the war. They would get 30% of the county's output within three years and 10% of the output within ten years.
They also accurately marked the funds, money, and grain needed for the reconstruction of each county, allowing wealthy merchants and dignitaries to bid for it. The highest bidder would win.
It was equivalent to the country borrowing money from them for disaster relief and paying back taxes in the future. This was a disguised form of issuing national debt.
"In this way, not only can the imperial court rebuild without spending a single cent of cash, but it can also speed up the circulation of money and grain. The dead money hidden in the cellars of each household can be circulated again.”
Minister of Civil Affairs Dai Zhou looked up at the sky and exclaimed.
In this way, the damage to the north was not just a disaster, but an opportunity to prosper again!
Li Shi Min was even more shocked.
The ministers stared at Lu Bei in surprise. There was only one word in their minds-the talent of the prime minister!
"Thank you for your appreciation, I was just spouting nonsense!”
Lu Bei said humbly again, causing the entire court to be silent for a full fifteen minutes.
Dai Zhou's gaze was murderous. Was this nonsense? Then what were they?
"Retreat…"
Li Shi Min couldn't stand it anymore and announced that he was going to retreat. He wanted to go back and shut himself up for half a day!
After the emperor left, the ministers filed out.
After Lu Bei left the palace gate, he was about to talk to Li Jing.
"The manor that His Majesty bestowed upon you has been arranged properly. There is someone waiting for you at the door.”
Li Jing smiled and pointed at a spot not far away.
Lu Bei looked over and saw more than 30 burly, silent, and valiant black-armored cavalrymen guarding a carriage.
Upon closer inspection, they were the thirty surviving Western Liang cavalrymen!
"Greetings, Master!"
The thirty Western Liang cavalrymen cupped their hands and bowed.
Lu Bei's eyes turned hot. Although these were soldiers exchanged by the system, they had been to the battlefield at the Wei River together. They were his comrade-in-arms and his life-and-death brothers!
Lu Bei did not say anything else. He only nodded at them with an approving gaze.
Then, he sat in the carriage without any hesitation.
"Fight!"
The coachman drove the carriage slowly toward the west of the city under the escort of the Western Liang cavalry.
When they passed by the bustling city, the Western Liang cavalry's retro Han Dynasty style armor attracted everyone's attention.
"It's Lu Bei's cavalry!"
"Yes, it's them. I'm definitely not mistaken!”
"The person in the carriage is the new Marquis of Chang An, Lu Bei!”
A few brave townsfolk shouted.
Immediately, the entire scene fell silent.
On the entire street, whether it was the peddlers, the performers, or the idle scoundrels on the street.
He looked at the carriage with a burning gaze.
Inside, there was their guardian, their benefactor!
"We, the citizens of Chang 'an, thank Lord Marquis for saving Chang' an!”
He thought of Lu Bei's figure that charged into the enemy camp without hesitation.
Everyone on the street was in tears.
As if someone was commanding them, everyone on the street knelt down in front of Lu Bei's carriage.
An unprecedented sense of national unity spread throughout the entire street.
"Everyone, please rise!”
"I, Lu Bei, have only done what I should do as a member of the Great Tang. I don't deserve such a big bow from everyone!”
The carriage stopped, and Lu Bei's tall figure appeared in front of everyone.
He looked at the people kneeling on the street and felt the gratitude of the people. A flame of excitement burned in his chest.
"The beacon fire shines on Xijing. Teeth Zhang bid farewell to the phoenix watchtower, cavalry around the dragon city. The snow is dark and the flags are withered. The wind is mixed with the drums. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.”
He wrote a poem on the spot. The poem was full of vigor and talent, and it swept through the entire street.
"Good, good poem!"
"What a good centurion, better than a scholar!”
"Lord Marquis, you truly are devoted to the country.”
"To have a figure like Lord Marquis is the fortune of our Great Tang, the fortune of all the people of the world!”
The commoners were full of praise.
"Lord Marquis, even if we have to be concubines, we still want to marry you!”
In the pavilions by the street, many women even boldly confessed to Lu Bei.
It would not be long before Lu Bei's poem, along with his reputation of loving the people like his own children and being approachable, would spread throughout the world!
"Hmph, if my second son doesn't die, I won't be at ease!”
Zhangsun Wuji, who had been expelled from the royal court, was sitting in a restaurant by the street.
He looked at Lu Bei on the long street downstairs, his eyes filled with killing intent.
The followers beside him also revealed unfriendly expressions.
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