Chapter 1718: The Situation is Grave

ng Hall, they immediately knelt down and said: "We are commoners Lei Fuzhi, Zheng Baocheng, and Qian Mancang. We pay our respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince. Your Highness lives a thousand yea...Chapter 1718: A Grave Situation

> At that time, Li Chen simply had money on hand. Both national debt issuance and bank savings were doing well every day. Who could have known that the situation would change so quickly Now that his funds are tight, Jin Jun's 300,000 mouths have become a huge burden.

Li Chen asked: "How long can the current reserves of the army support us"

"Seven days."

Wu Qingcang was clearly prepared. He immediately replied, "If we economize, we could barely make it to nine days, perhaps even ten days, but no more than twelve."

Seeing Li Chen frown, Wu Qingcang egged him on: "If we could cut off the Jin army's grain supply, we could at least buy ourselves twice as much time."

"Well, I never!"

Li Chen glared at Wu Qingcang and said angrily, "You asked someone to come over to help at your place. It's fine that they put in the effort and brought their own tools, but you didn't even offer them a meal That's a bit much, isn't it"

"Not to mention these issues, with three hundred thousand mouths to feed and at least four hundred thousand horses, the daily consumption would be astronomical. Where do you expect them to find the resources to solve this If they can't, they will inevitably cause chaos. This is Qin territory, and three hundred thousand Golden Army soldiers driven by hunger could do anything. This plan is unwise."

Wu Qingscang was not discouraged. He knew better than anyone that it was impossible to cut off the grain supply of Jin Jun's 300,000 troops; that would be like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs, digging their own grave. The reason he brought this up was to pave the way for his subsequent words.

He rose slightly, took out a letter, and said, "Your Highness, please look at this."

Li Chen took the official letter and glanced at it, merely skimming over it before coldly laughing: "King Ning is so fat he's oozing oil, yet he has the audacity to ask this palace for fifteen thousand horses' rations, claiming he's concerned about the hardships of the imperial court in transporting and procuring them. He requests that the court convert all these grain supplies into silver for him, what a ridiculous dream!" I have made many arrangements. The East Palace is indeed heavily guarded, and the Jinyiwei are also difficult to deal with. However, it has to be said that old ginger is still spicy. Some of Zhao Xua...