Not to mention before the Three Kingdoms era, even throughout ancient Chinese history, organized and premeditated dumping activities against enemy countries were very rare.

On the contrary, currency wars appeared very early, such as the Hengshan Conspiracy, the Underworld Conspiracy, the Jingmao Conspiracy, etc. played by Guan Zhong, the founder.

the reason is simple.

Because dumping requires a large amount of materials as a basis, and it also needs to last for a long time until the opponent's relevant industrial chain is completely defeated.

As far as the ancient small-scale peasant economy is concerned, if most people can have enough food and clothing, it is already a prosperous era. How can there be excess materials to sell to competitors at low prices?

Ji Han is a weirdo now.

It has farming technology that is ahead of the Wei and Wu countries.

In terms of organizational capabilities and local control, they also far surpassed Wei and Wu.

At the same time, there is an internal Xinghan Association that is extremely eager for labor, raw materials, and markets.

Hua Niangzi obtained Linyi rice seeds and successfully planted them around Jincheng, which acted as a catalyst.

With the huge resources controlled by the Xinghan Association, in the next few years, any place suitable for planting Linyi rice will definitely be promoted rapidly and on a large scale.

The imperial court may be more cautious, but as long as the government sees the true yield of Linyi rice planted by the Xinghan Society.

With Ji Han's organizational skills and ability to control local areas, I believe he will soon follow.

In addition, many pastures have been opened in recent years, which can provide enough cattle.

Coupled with the improvement of farming tools, this has led to the continuous expansion of cultivated land.

In addition, it is home to two kingdoms of abundance.

It can be predicted that Jihan has continued to grow for more than ten years. It was only in the past two years that the grain production curve began to become somewhat flat. I am afraid that there will be another sharp rise in the next few years.

This was the basis for Feng Junhou to dump grain in Jingzhou, the state of Wu.

After all... cheap food hurts farmers!

Both the court and the people have a strong need for external expansion (unification).

Compared with using dumping to control the enemy's food supply, currency war is easier.

Because the ticket thing was jointly endorsed by Ji Han and Xing Hanhui.

As long as the notes can be exchanged from Ji Han for brown sugar, wine, woolen materials, and even food and other luxuries and livelihood necessities.

The face value of that note will always be stronger, at least it will be stronger than the big iron money cast by Emperor Wu.

What does it mean that currencies issued by other countries can circulate freely within a country, and their credibility and purchasing power far exceed those of currencies minted in their own country?

It means that this country has completely lost its monetary sovereignty.

Just look at the late Qing Dynasty to see how disastrous the consequences were.

At that time, domestic wealth will be plundered by other countries at will, and the country will eventually become an economic vassal of other countries.

Of course, this is just Feng Junhou's imagination about the future of Wu.

Whether you can do it or not depends on luck.

But Jingzhou must have been put into the pot. As long as it is cooked over slow heat, it can be eaten.

But these things are all things for the future.

The most important thing right now is that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty comes to Chang'an in person.

In Guanzhong at the end of June, the lush vegetation, coupled with the crops growing in the fields, made the boundless land appear dark green to the eye.

Wild deer, wild boars, foxes... are unwilling to retreat to remote areas, nostalgic for the original barrenness, and often sneak into crop fields in search of food.

On the surface, the fertile field looks very peaceful, with pheasants, wild ducks, or other water birds showing up from time to time.

It's a pity that all this, because of the half-empty sun, makes people lose the mood to appreciate it.

There was not a cloud in the sky, and even if Feng Junhou was sitting in the pavilion, he could feel the sun burning the ground outside.

A gust of hot wind blew up, rolling up a wave of heat from the ground, which was so burning that it made people feel suffocated.

The weeds couldn't withstand the intense heat of the sun, and their leaves were curled into thin strips.

Under the shade of the trees around the post pavilion, there were crowds of officials and soldiers who came to greet the emperor. Most of them were like leaves, wilted in the sun.

Feng Junhou was sitting in the post pavilion, drinking tea one sip after another.

There was obviously a loud sound of water in my stomach, but I always felt thirsty in my mouth.

The most unbearable thing is that in this hot season, you have to wear thick Chinese clothes. If you move even a little bit, your underwear will become sticky and wet, and you will sweat like rain.

Wearing a military officer's crown with a golden crown, cicadas as inscriptions, and mink tails as decorations, you can tell at a glance that it is different from other military commanders' crowns.

For example, the military crown of Wei Yan, the general of Zhendong, does not have a cicada or a mink tail.

As for the others, they don’t even have golden rings.

Feng Junhou's military crown was specially given by the emperor of the Han Dynasty to show his favor.

However, Feng Junhou wanted to change it with others, because this hat felt a bit heavier than others when worn in this weather.

On the originally thick and heavy Chinese clothes, there was a pair of jade seals hanging around the waist, measuring two inches long and six inches square.

In addition to the jade seal, there is also a purple ribbon that represents the status of the prince.

The bits and pieces on my body are simply designed for suffering.

"Where is the emperor's chariot?"

Feng Junhou looked at the soldiers hiding from the sun outside the post pavilion, then looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and asked.

"Your Majesty, you are already ten miles away."

Feng Junhou stretched out his hand to untie his robe, but was glared at by General Guan who was standing aside. He had to put down his hand angrily, then picked up the tea and took a sip.

In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, feeling groggy and not wanting to move.

It would be rude to take a nap when welcoming the emperor. After Feng Junhou drank tea, although he did not feel sleepy, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Wei Yan, who had his eyes closed to rest, seemed to sense Feng Junhou's discomfort. He opened his eyes and glanced at him, sneered, and closed his eyes again.

It seemed that he was extremely disdainful of Feng's impetuousness.

Seeing Wei Yan's appearance, Feng Junhou immediately became angry.

On a hot day, it is easy to get angry.

In addition, he had to leave the city before dawn and rush to the post office thirty miles away to wait for the emperor. It was difficult to eat or sleep well. It is surprising that Feng Junhou felt so good.

It's just that at this time, if you quarrel with Wei Yan, it would be disrespectful to you.

If it weren't for the fact that there was only one pavilion here, he wouldn't be sitting under the same roof as Old Man Wei.

When the emperor came to Chang'an in person, General Zhendong and General Zhendong, one of whom was the actual person in power in Guanzhong and the other had the title of supreme general, naturally came to greet him.

After all, no matter how important the Shangdang was, it was far from the point where the Han general Zhendong could not leave.

General Zhendong and General Zhendong were at odds with each other. Among the few people who were qualified to stay in the post, no one stepped forward to ease the atmosphere.

Although Feng Junhou might be trying to save his face, given General Wei's temperament, if he stood up at this time, he would probably be asking for trouble.

As long as the two of them don't quarrel, let it be boring.

The dullness in the post pavilion made the sound of cicadas outside seem even louder.

Feng Junhou was scorned by Wei Yan, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

Hearing the sound of cicadas outside, he rolled his eyes, suddenly took off his Wu Bian crown, held it up with both hands, looked left and right, and said to himself:

"This cicada is so beautiful..."

Wei Yan's face was expressionless and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Feng Junhou turned the hat in his hand again and raised his voice:

"This mink tail is not bad either..."

Wei Yan's face twitched, but he still didn't say anything.

Feng Junhou sighed:

"It's such a beautiful hat, but it's a pity that there's only one. Some people want to wear it, but they're not qualified to wear it..."

As soon as these words came out, even the two brothers-in-law, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, couldn't help but tighten their hands on the scabbards at their waists.

This is no longer clever words, but knocking over a whole boat of people with one stroke!

The one whose actions were more obvious than those of the two brothers-in-law was Wei Yan.

But when he finally opened his eyes, he stood up suddenly, put his right hand on the handle of the black saber at his waist, and glared at Feng Junhou:

"You dare me, kid!"

Perhaps because the movement was too big, General Guan subconsciously ducked and stood in front of Feng Junhou.

Her right hand was also pressed on the handle of the black knife of the same style, staring at Wei Yan, her face was stern, and she said in a deep voice:

"What does General Wei want to do?"
To be continued...