"Make it clear, and if you're spitting and spitting, you won't have to go out here." Lao Li's face changed when he said it, and if he didn't say it right, it would immediately turn sunny and cloudy.

"A few uncles were at war with the Turks, but they didn't know where those prisoners of war were?" He saluted Lao Li and said that he understood, and then Li Chengqian asked several generals.

"Naturally, I let it go, or keep it for food?" Lao Cheng said disdainfully, just a good sentence, and there was always a smell of gunpowder in his mouth.

"Released?" Li Chengqian was a little dumbfounded, and thought about various ways to deal with prisoners of war, but he never thought about letting them go.

"What can I do if I don't let it go? Those bastards can eat more than one another, and it costs money to stay and raise them. The eldest grandson Wuji looked at the ignorant Li Chengqian and explained why he let go of those prisoners of war.

"Then please trouble your uncles to catch some more, it's up to them to build the road." Li Chengqian sat back in his chair with some dejection (this one is specially made, one size smaller than normal) and said dejectedly.

"Build roads with prisoners of war?" A glint flashed in Li Er's eyes, if you don't consider the chatter of those sour and rotten Confucians, this is indeed a very good idea.

Just when Lao Li was pondering, Du Ruhui asked, "Your Highness, is this not in line with the teachings of saints?" ”

"Saint edification?" Li Chengqian was stunned by Du Ruxuan's questioning, and he couldn't help but feel tired of this kind of practice of inner kings and outer saints.

But Lao Du's question is also a question that Li Er is concerned about, looking at the old man's forced gaze, Li Chengqian thought for a while and asked: "Uncle Du, Chengqian wants to ask for advice, if the student is disobedient in the school, what will happen to Mr." ”

"Naturally, it's a board." Du Ru said with a faint smile.

"In the same way, those aliens are like disobedient children, and if they want to educate them, they must first beat their hands, and then they will honestly obey the teachings of the saints. Cheng Qian said so, does Uncle think so? Li Chengqian gave a very realistic example.

"Hmm. It makes sense, but if you want to persuade Kong Yingda, I'm afraid you have to waste some strength. Du Ruhui nodded and agreed with Li Chengqian's words.

However, Lao Du still kindly reminded Li Chengqian of the difficulties he would face with this idea.

"What are you afraid of, if that old man is not convinced, I will meet him when I come to him." The shameless Cheng Fairy actually let someone have the face to say that others are old goods, which attracted everyone's sideways attention for a while.

However, Li Chengqian's idea of using prisoners of war to build roads is indeed deeply loved by veterans and ruffians, even if Cheng Fairy does not come out, others will support Li Chengqian.

"Will Master Confucius disagree?" Li Chengqian was a little puzzled, in his impression, Old Man Kong was still very easy to speak.

"This is natural, Kong Yingda is a descendant of the Confucian saint, and has always believed in religion and no class." Lao Du nodded and said.

"Spreading Confucianism to every corner of this continent, so that countless people are bathed in the glory of the Confucian sage, will Confucius disagree?" Li Chengqian frowned and continued to ask.

"This ......" Li Chengqian's question made Du Ruhui speechless for a while.

Li Chengqian's cake painting is too big, Du Ruhui doesn't know what Kong Yingda will think when he hears these words, anyway, he himself has been attracted by this big cake and can't stop.

Turning his gaze to Li Er, he found that His Majesty the Emperor was already glazed over, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Those prisoners of war were just barbarians before they were captured, and they could not read a single basket of big characters, so we must guide them to the right path, and we must suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies." The more Li Chengqian spoke, the more excited he became, and at this time he had already stood on the chair, foaming at the mouth of what he said.

"Is that still empty, acting chaotically......" Lao Li didn't know when he came back to his senses, and was sneering at Li Chengqian standing on a chair and performing.

"Eh, father, the son is not ......" Li Chengqian, who was hairy and hairy by Lao Li, jumped down from the chair in embarrassment, squeaking with a bitter face.

"You can do it, you are so good that you are born in sorrow and die in peace, and you have used it on prisoners of war, and you use the Tao and the words. I found out that I should appoint you as the secretary of the Honglu Temple, and you kid is really a little aggrieved if you don't engage in diplomacy. Li Er said half-truthfully.

"Don't, father, that's not good, that's Tang Jian to do it, just stay in the palace honestly." Li Chengqian obediently sat back on the chair, seeing that Lao Li didn't seem to be really angry, so he said with a smile.

"Don't smile, and then talk about mud." Lao Li glanced at Li Chengqian and said.

Li Er's move was obviously in support of Li Chengqian's method of using prisoners of war to build roads, otherwise he would not have let Li Chengqian continue to talk about cement.

"Yes, yes, keep talking, keep talking." A group of veteran ruffians and veterans are not interested in how to reform prisoners of war, they prefer to use prisoners of war.

"Just like Uncle Cheng said, if we want to achieve absolute control over Mobei, we must build a military base outside the Saibei." Li Chengqian glanced at Lao Cheng and said slowly.

"How? What do you think? I'm right, right? Cheng Fairy, who got a supporter, immediately jumped up.

"Shut up and let the kid continue." The old lieutenant glared at a pair of bull's eyes and said to Fairy Cheng.

At the same time, everyone else also glared angrily at Fairy Cheng, including Li Er.

"A military base, a mutual market, a concrete road. That's what I think we should be doing in two years now. "For a group of veteran ruffians who have no economic acumen and only know how to slash around with horizontal knives, Li Chengqian thinks that it is better to say the results directly, and it is better to say something.

It's good to save your own saliva and save your brains for the old guys.

"Do you still want to build a mutual market in Mobei?" Li Er frowned and asked.

"Yes, build a mutual market to trade something." Li Chengqian nodded and said.

"What does Your Highness want to trade? What do we need in Mobei? Li Jing listened for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Anything, cows, sheep, horses." Glancing at Li Jing, Li Chengqian replied.

"Your Highness, the Turks don't need my Datang's money, they need iron, salt and tea." Fang Xuanling took over and said.

Li Chengqian smiled, raised his eyes and swept over the people in the room, and suddenly had a feeling of tongue fighting. Facing a group of turtles who didn't know what economic warfare was, what extreme warfare was, and what cultural aggression was, the full height jumped in his chest.

Turning his head and Lao Li glanced at each other, he read three words from the old man's eyes: scold them.

Li Chengqian didn't know where the old man's confidence came from, and he thought that he could defeat the 'heroes of the world' under his command.

Perhaps this is the confidence and expectation that every Lao Tzu has, hoping that their own species can become their pride, and they can give everything for this.

Of course, for Lao Li, rights are excepted.