When he helped Zhang Cang up, he saw that his nose was broken, bleeding, and covered in dust. He looked extremely miserable.

"Zhang Shangshu, what are you doing?" Wang Buxu became a little anxious and continued: "Of course I know it's difficult, but who doesn't find it difficult at this time? I won't bite the bullet and arm the soldiers until the Huns are unified.

After the grassland, they will take advantage of us."

"Your Majesty, whether the Huns can unify the grassland is still a question!" Zhang Cang said as he thought of his own bitter history.

He had to make careful calculations every day. When the Han Dynasty was first established, his family was not rich.

Business has not yet fully developed, and everything you do now requires money.

Zhang Cang wished he could break the money into two and three halves and spend it, but even so, it was still not enough.

If you don't believe me, go out and ask, which big shot in the court has not called him "Cang Cang"?

Although they don’t say it, I all know it...

I...

I feel miserable...

"My lord... Wuwu..." The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have offended the emperor? Why are you making things difficult for me every day?

Although he also knew that Wang Buxu was telling the truth, it was the truth.

But Zhang Cang just felt aggrieved and sad. It was too difficult...

Being able to force Zhang Cang into this situation was something Wang Buxu never expected.

Although he has always known that it is difficult, he has always just had to grit his teeth and do it.

"Let's do this, build five thousand heavy cavalry, one thousand this year, and build these five thousand heavy cavalry within three years. Let's build 30,000 sets of light armor this year, 60,000 sets next year, and 200,000 sets within three years.

Set up." Wang Buxian finally relented and felt sorry for Zhang Cang.

Heavy cavalry is a strategic unit. Five thousand men are enough, and they can be frightened to death. It would be so satisfying to let the heavy cavalry go out in the decisive battle.

After hearing Wang Buhung's promise, Zhang Cang ignored his bleeding nose and quickly squatted on the ground and started writing and drawing with his hands.

He also muttered something: "Five thousand heavy cavalry, each riding 250 kilograms, a total of...1.25 million kilograms, 200,000 light armor, 4.4 million kilograms, a total of...560

Fifty thousand jins, divided into three years, is equivalent to 1,883,333 jins per year. Three...three...how much is three?"

This third cycle made Zhang Cang want to get over it again, and then decided to put this issue aside for now.

If it's 1,883,333 kilograms a year, it can still be produced with grit and teeth. The main reason is that a lot of time was wasted this year, and the output will be higher next year.

So, Zhang Cang looked at Wang Buhung with a sincere face.
Chapter completed!