"You've got a good head on your shoulders, so think hard—is there no other strategy?"
In Hangzhou, at the residence where the tax-reforming imperial envoy stayed, Wei Heng, utterly at a loss, held a tea bowl and spoke to Wang Dashi, who was flipping through the tax records above.
Wang Dashi scrutinized the ledger, remaining silent for a long time.
After waiting for a while and running out of patience, Wei Heng slammed the tea bowl onto the tea table beside him with a "thud," yelling, "Speak!"
Wang Dashi set aside the ledger and chuckled, "What else can I do? The situation is clear now. To win, we can only fight openly and squarely; no one should think of taking shortcuts!"
Wei Heng slowly furrowed his brows and after a moment, he suddenly said, "What if we use the tax silver as bait to set up an ambush?"
"Pointless..."