Country and Beauty

The Vikramaditya in Dulvi was in a dilemma of life and death. However, the Prince of Gupta in Dullahan felt as if he was being roasted on fire. At this time, Gupta Empire only relied on the weak financial revenues of the various northern kingdoms. Not only did he have to support the operation of this country, he also had to take responsibility for the huge daily consumption of the one and a half million soldiers at the front lines. Mo Luo took the letter personally written by the Singer, and sent it back from the front line, asking for food, weapons, and reinforcements.

The look on Dove Morrow's face flickered as he read the letter. In the end, he rolled the letter into a ball and threw it onto the ground. "We need food, weapons, and support!" When he thought of this, he felt a headache. The treasury was so empty that he could run like a rat, all the resources mobilized in the northern countries had been mobilized, and everything that could be mobilized had been mobilized as well. However, there was nothing he could do about it.

Originally, the authority in the center of Gupta Empire was in a stalemate due to the war in the south. As the situation became more and more complicated and confusing, the slaves and nobles started to spectate from the sidelines.

The governors, city guards, and supreme experts were all crying in poverty, as well as the cities that needed to be repaired, the patrolling soldiers needed to be equipped, the mob that should have been formed in the cities, and the food producing areas were being robbed clean. The barns were all empty, and they also needed to be supplied with food from the central government to fill their official positions in case of an emergency. The assembly was like a ruckus in the market as wailing sounds filled the air.

At this point of time, the ancestors of Ah San had never learned this rule, that from the center to the place was the same as the Qin State. It was a pity that each level only had one chief, the Governor was in charge of both the military and the civil affairs. According to this trend, just like the state patriarch system in the last three years, the central government was strong enough to intimidate people, and that was good enough. But the Vikramaditya first suffered a great defeat in acanthopanax, and then the entire southern region of the Gupta Empire quickly split into a dozen or so Duchies, making the Gupta Dynasty even more difficult!

Mo Luo did not dare to force the governor and the city guards, as they were all soldiers and generals. If he forced them into a corner, they would turn against him and join the Union of India camp!

He was worried that the taxes would be too heavy and the situation would become worse. He was also worried that the soldiers on the front lines were not willing to fight because of lack of food and clothing. He was worried and extremely depressed that the military struggle would be ruined.

He listened to Geng Si and engaged in currency reform. First, he abolished all the gold and silver coins in the Gupta, and then used Geng Si to produce and print new currency notes. This new currency not only had a beautiful appearance, but also carried a certain aspect.

The problem of tight finances was solved through the reform of the currency Mo Luo, especially after listening to Geng Si's desire to drink the poison, he immediately used all his might to print the money. After that, the problem of the money was solved temporarily, but the hidden danger was fatal, at the beginning of the month, he could still buy a cow for 100 Gupta coins, but now he couldn't even buy a chicken. After three months, a large amount of paper money had been printed, but it was becoming more and more useless. Those ordinary citizens and merchants were scared, they could not use gold and silver to trade, and once they found out, they would be forced to take back the paper money.

, who was the one who started this, saw this and revealed a strange smile. He used the Pang family's scam of using empty gloves and white wolves, and used the temptation of earning thirty percent of his annual income to swindle more than seventy percent of the wealth of the Gupta Empire out of them. More than 180 tons of gold, and 370 tons of silver.

That night, Mo Luo thought hard about it and finally decided to take over three million gold coins from Geng Si tomorrow (about 25 grams per gold coin, about 1.5 million silver taels) as a payment to meet the urgent need in front of him. After deciding on his strategy, he finally fell asleep at ease.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise. Feeling unwell, he got up and walked out of the hall. "What is the commotion?"

"Your... Your Royal Highness the Prince, something terrible has happened!" An officer of the Gupta city appeared in front of Mo Luo.

Mo Luo's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "What's the matter?"

The city guard asked, "Did a huge fire just break out in the manor of the Gonggong from the east to the south of the city?"

In order to stabilize the finances of the Gupta in front of Jiu Mo Luo, had successfully become a Lord. In the Brahma Monastery, the status of a Lord was not something a normal person could take on, he did not respect the age of his elders, the wisdom contained in the law respected him, the Gods and Sages could be respected, if they heard anything, they would be respected, and if they knew anything, they would be respected. He was second only to Lord Buddha. The highest honor after the Bodhisattva. Using the explanation of Chinese cultural thoughts, Mo Luo went all out to win over Geng Si!

Mo Luo was scared out of his wits as he heard the news. He did not care that he was not wearing his formal attire, and immediately shouted, "Gather all the officers of the Patrol Office, and follow this prince out of the city to put out the fire!"

The army of the Patrol Office was equivalent to local yamen runners, and they were not considered elites. They could only maintain law and order, and it took them almost half an hour to gather all of them.

At the same time, on top of the Ganges River, there was a small boat. A one-armed man wearing tattered clothes looked at the red sky in the distance and remained silent.

To be honest, Geng Si felt that he had let down this Gupta Prince, Mo Mo Luo. He could be considered a magnanimous person.

Although these people were rich, none of them were from a merchant's background. They all had one special characteristic, and were not good at handling businesses, and the wealth in their hands was accumulated over generations of people, or even tens of generations of people. Usually, the increase in their wealth was very slow, all the slave masters and nobles had their own sphere of influence, they wanted to expand their wealth, other than forcibly seizing it, they would not use any other method!

The 30% annual yield excited the slave owners who had no connections with businesses. No one cared about money, after all, the successor to the Gupta's throne, Mo Luo, was the middle guarantor. How could those slave owners and nobles not be moved? Not only did the nobles and the slave masters contribute money for the profits, even the priests had also taken their shares. In this way, in just half a day, he had actually plundered tens of millions of gold and silver from the empire. This amount of wealth was enough for Xie Fei to support an army of 500,000 people for a year and a half!

Geng Si muttered to the fire, "I'm sorry, Prince Mo Mo Mo. I am not only a Qin, I am also a soldier of the Great Qin. I will absolutely carry out Your Majesty's orders!"

However, with Geng Si's departure, all the money had been taken away and he had even used the method of random banknotes to thoroughly disrupt the Gupta Empire's economic system! If the slavers and nobles knew that their money was not easy to earn, they would definitely have the heart to eat the turmeric!

The fire was getting bigger and bigger. Nearly a thousand men could not move forward. It had burned for a whole night and a day. Finally, it went out on the third day's evening!

One day and night later, the fire was completely extinguished. Mo Luo then ordered, "Quickly find the corpse of the Geng Ye! We need to go to the basement of the third courtyard!"

After entering the underground room, Mo Luo knew that Geng Si had kept all the gold and silver that he had collected there. It didn't matter if he died, as long as the gold was still there, everything would be fine!

However, everything had disappointed Mo Luo too much!

"What do you mean, there is no Geng Ye's corpse?"

"Your subordinate has checked inside and outside. There are only over a hundred corpses in this huge manor. They've been burned to the point where they don't even look human. However, there's not a single one-armed man inside. Not even a single Gongzi!"

Dove Morrow's face turned pale. He asked in an uneasy tone, "Did the basement of the third house open?"

"Your Royal Highness, the basement has been opened, but there's nothing inside!"

"No?" Impossible, I saw with my own eyes how Geng Si stored all of the gold inside, there should be, there should be at least fifteen million gold coins inside! "

Mo Luo ran towards the third yard like a madman. The ground was still warm from the fire, but Mo Luo could not care less!

But facts speak louder than words! He saw with his own eyes that the door to the basement was completely deformed by the huge fire, but there really was nothing inside. Even if there was, it would only be ashes!

"Where's the gold and the silver? It was here all along!"

After a moment of absent-mindedness, Mo Mu calmed down, and started to think about everything that had happened recently. From the first time he met Geng Si, to the moment he disappeared, he suddenly shouted out crazily: Liar, Qin Manzi is all a liar!

Mo Luo knelt on the ground and cried. He trembled in his heart. Without money and food, what about the Singer General's one million and five hundred thousand strong army? Without food, they did not even need to use the Union of India to fight. Even if they were hungry, the Indian Allies would have already starved to death! "

Just then, Jia Lituo also received a letter that Meng Tianhu wrote himself!

The letter was written very straightforwardly, it merely told Jia Lituo that Vikramaditya had decided to unconditionally surrender to him. Due to the interests of the Qin State, the Indian subcontinent needed peace, they needed a representative for the Qin State. If the Vikramaditya was still alive, he would become the representative for the Qin State in the Indian subcontinent. The Vikramaditya had already given the order to the Singer s, that the one million and five hundred thousand Gupta Army s would surrender to the Union of India.

After Jia Lituo became the king of the Southern India Country, he later became the alliance master of the Union of India, taking charge of over 2.6 million troops, controlling the life and death of 20 million people. Although he still had the emperor of the Qin State on his head, but the beauty of being able to hold onto the power of the world, was truly unforgettable.

"To support the world's power, to drink to the beauty's knees." This was the long-cherished wish of every man. A monstrous wave rose in Jia Lituo's mind!

What should he do? Kill the Vikramaditya, and continue to be the ruler of the Union of India? Or maybe he could be appointed as Vikramaditya's subordinate from now on. According to his betrayal, Vikramaditya had no reason to let him go. A flash of coldness flashed across Jia Lituo's eyes.