The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

With Wen Yansheng's assurance, Fang Jifan felt relieved.

Eating goods is the foundation of a nation's continuity.

Any nation with a long history is bound to master countless ways to eat.

After eating and drinking, Fang Jifan ordered Wen Yansheng to Xishan.

For Qi Jingtong, okay, there seems to be another burden at home, but this does not matter. Fang Jifan's conscience has been a bit painful for his son, so he decided that Qi Jingtong can eat open and sleep with confidence.

Raising him can make your conscience firm, but this is actually a good choice.

Town State House.

Zhu Houzhao dressed in a uniform, and at this time together with Fang Jifan.

Zhenguofu is an idle institution. Only an insignificant government office was built in Xishan. There were no other people except for a few scholars. The signboard of Zhenguofu looked scary. But here, it was not as good as the county government.

After all ... the court didn't pay for the food, not the public money.

Therefore, in rainy weather, there was a little leak in the hall, and the quality of the project was very worrying.

It happened to rain today, and the raindrops ticked in.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the Shuiliandong and couldn't help feeling sad, and sighed: "Lao Fang, Zhen Guofu ... It's too shabby."

"Just use it. The mountains are not high, and the fairy is the name; the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.

Fang Jifan seemed a little embarrassed, and it was also spent thirty-two silver, how would it leak rain?

Zhu Hou took a look at Fang Jifang and glanced at Fang Jifan: "If you dig a little more silver will you die?"

Fang Jifan, who is standing and speaking without backache, is the most annoying, so he naturally refuted politely: "Why didn't your Highness not pay for it?"

"I ..." Zhu Houzhao instantly looked like a **** that was defeated, and at last it was difficult to say: "Poor!"

Fang Jifan was speechless and glanced at Zhu Houzhao before he said.

"Poor, are you okay?"

"Okay, let's do the right thing." Zhu Houzhao prostrate at the case. On the table is a map, and on the map is the nine sides of Daming.

This time ... The Tatars have gone south, and Tatar Khan ’s goal is very obvious. He hopes to take Datong straight, tens of thousands of iron rides, and sweeps out the outer periphery of Datong. Datong is in a hurry. Fortunately, the Ming army is ready, but even so , Still difficult.

Daming's national strength is ten times and one hundred times stronger than the Tatars.

The only shortcoming is that millions of Ming troops are defending along the long border line, and these strongholds are defending. In Datong, it is nothing but tens of thousands of troops.

The Tatars don't have to worry about their backs, because they have nothing in the back, so they can often condense all their strength into a fist and hit a point on the border of Daming.

It is precisely because of this advantage that although there are many Ming troops, each time they can fight against the Tatars, Daming can only use less than 10% of the power to fight against the Tatars.

Zhu Hou looked at Datong and analyzed it carefully.

"The Tatars must be stationed near Xilai Peak, which is surrounded by mountains on both sides, is a natural barrier, and the front is Datong Pass ... This time, if the Tatars are not hurt, they will come next time, Datong Guanli ’s army and horses ca n’t count on it. In these years, the arms are slack. Like you, I am a very straightforward person. The father and emperor are immersed in the so-called cultural rule, but the arms are relaxed. The eldest father of this palace, that is, the emperor Chenghuan was still there, the officers and soldiers still had some courage to fight, but now, hehe ... "

A sneer.

Fang Jifan's heart was cold, but there was a smile on his face: "Your Highness is upright, don't rely on me."

Zhu Hou took a glance at Fang Jifan, and then continued: "You don't come pretending to be like, who are you? Does this palace know? Well, let's be serious. Since the military can't count on it, we can only count on it. Flying ball camp. "

"Old man, our method is really reliable."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with a look of anticipation.

In fact, Fang Jifan has no idea, but he still believes that his method is still useful, so he firmly said: "There are more than 60 flying **** made now, and there are already 300 trained personnel. This opportunity, given to the other party to raid, you can try, and have a great grasp of success. "

Zhu Hou nodded as he nodded, he believed Fang Jifan.

So he lowered his head and looked at the map: "Xilai Peak, no, this Xilai Peak ... here, did you see it? This is a canyon with narrow and long terrain. If they can be led to this canyon, they are attacked, The Tatars wanted to escape, and it was too late. "

Fang Jifan bowed his head, Canyon ...

Congestion in the canyon. Once attacked, the army begins to be chaotic. The terrain of this canyon is fatal to a chaotic army.

"You have to attract them to the gorge, especially this pass ... here is close to the Datong Pass ..." Zhu Houzhao frowned and fell into contemplation, he said fiercely: "If this palace is in Datong, this palace will bring one Team, attract them to this pass, then ... "

Fang Jifan shook his head and said firmly, "It's not right."

Zhu Houzhao raised his eyes and stared at Fang Jifan, frowning deeply, and busy asked, "What do you mean?"

Fang Jifan remembered a past event in history. In the history, when Zhu Houzhao had just ascended the throne, the little prince led troops into Datong. At the same time, a dangerous situation happened in Datong. The wall of Datong was actually bombed by gunpowder Collapsed.

The records in the historical materials are unclear. I think that this must be the internal ambush of the little prince, secretly bought the defenders, and buried a lot of gunpowder within the wall.

When the wall closed, the little prince immediately led people to attack Datong, that is to say, he was in this pass.

Fortunately, the defenders at that time saw a gap in the wall and tried their best to stay at the same time. At the same time, the iron ride of Danuo Wei's Yan Yan arrived, and Daming's elite was exhausted, which made the little prince see the Datong wall. There was a gap in it, but he was afraid of being surrounded, and had to return to the desert.

The problem now is ...

Has the fine work bought by the little prince in history been already bought?

And this surprise attack, will these detailed works cooperate with the Tatars?

Once carefully coordinated and collapsed a wall, then ... almost surely, the Tatars will surely arrive at this pass near the Datong Pass and launch a crazy attack on Datong, as long as they break After the Datong Pass, there can be tens of thousands of Ming troops, countless grains and grasses, and further south, it is a flat river, with countless wealth.

Even, they can reproduce the change of the original wooden castle, all the way to the capital.

Fang Jifan thought for a while, then frowned and said, "Have your Royal Highness ever thought, little prince, has never been an impulsive person. This time he went south suddenly, perhaps, not just because his dead son is as simple as that."

Zhu Houzhao was stunned: "What do you mean? He died his son, how could it be simpler?"

Fang Jifan shook his head and said with a smile: "He certainly died of his son, but above the desert, the plague, the cold wind, the wolves, and even the vendetta between the tribes, life is like a mustard, and ten sons in life can survive and survive. It ’s good to have three or four. So, if you die, you will die, but it ’s not so desperate. Besides, if he was angry at the time, he could go all the way south, and there are some days. Isn't it enough for him to be sober on the way? It stands to reason that he is awake, knowing that I will definitely be waiting for him, and ten of the tens of thousands of iron rides he entangled temporarily can't get a bargain, but why should he insist on coming to nothing What about your own soldiers? "

"You mean ..." Zhu Hou looked at Fang Jifan, his eyes filled with consternation.

Fang Jifan categorically said: "The only possibility is ... he must have a virtue, what is this virtue? The little prince is a very calm person, otherwise, in these years, he cannot defeat the Waqibu in one fell swoop, and gradually become a desert, he last time If you suffer a loss in Jinzhou, it is impossible not to eat one grain and grow one wisdom. "

"What is it?" Zhu Houzhao was puzzled and stared deeply at Fang Jifan.

"Unclear." Fang Jifan deliberately sells Guanzi: "Perhaps, in Datong, it is not necessarily that he has internal responsibilities."

Zhu Houzhao said, "We are all Han soldiers in Datong. What can he do with it? Could there be some people who are arrogant about Tatars? There is no one in the world who eats outside like this. Are you worried?"

Fang Jifan shook his head, Fang Jifan was convinced that it is not just the people who divide the people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ also has benefits. .

Fang Jifan said: "In any case, you must immediately prepare the flying ball camp to the front line of Datongguan."

He and Zhu Houzhao discussed for a moment.

At noon, Zhu Houzhao was hungry.

Fang Jifan smiled: "His Royal Highness, just right, let's eat some wine and drink, have a drink. Here, there is a very interesting person here, who wants to let His Royal Highness know."

Zhu Houzhao didn't see anyone, or even though he did, he could see that this wide-bodied and fat Wen Yansheng didn't seem to arouse much interest from him.

He has seen more officials like this.

But he saw the dish.

A table of dishes is prepared. First, the beef is in front of him.

It's just this beef ... how come there is a faint smell of wine.

Zhu Houzhao hesitated, took the chopsticks, put a piece of beef in his mouth, and suddenly the taste buds began to be stimulated, with a tender beef, and the scent of gravy mixed with a little yellow wine echoed in the mouth.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "It's really fragrant, what kind of beef is this, old man, it's much better than the cow we killed."

Fang Jifan held his face: "His Royal Highness, don't talk nonsense, the cattle are all killed by themselves, and the words in the book of slaughtering cattle are plain."