Emperor Ming Dynasty

"Time to eat--"

With a cry of joy, Jia Daihua got off the carriage and saw that the house was busy, with a large amount of cattle, sheep and cloth placed in the courtyard, waiting to be counted.

The maids and servants did not see the slightest joy, their faces were full of solemnity.

"came back!"

The old woman who had just given birth was sitting and coaxing her son. She was worried about the nanny, but when she saw that it was the eldest son, she forced a smile on her face.

"Father!" Jia Daihua yelled, and sat down properly.

Jia Yan sighed, glanced at him, and said calmly: "During this time, don't cause trouble."

"Stay at home and take care of your mother."

"Father, are you going to fight again?" Jia Daihua asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, why do you think this title is so good?"

Jia Yan said unhappily: "Your father fought with his life on the battlefield to get this."

He glanced over the pile of rewards, secretly startled.

If it was in the past, the rewards would be dozens of yuan at most, but now it is nearly ten times as much. Silks and satins from Suzhou, porcelain from Jingdezhen, tea from Fujian, etc., these were all tributes in the past, but now they go to his house.

The emperor spent so much money, this battle is no small matter.

Could it be that the Liaodong rumors in the military are actually true?

Jian slaves are not easy to fight!
"It's true, Your Majesty, you just had a son, and you were sent to the battlefield..."

Although Jia Chenshi is a Viscountess, she still has a bit of pettiness, so she couldn't help complaining.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jia Yan slammed down the table and quickly stopped him: "It is our responsibility to share your father's worries."

"That's right, that's right, I was deceived by the lard." Jia Chen's face turned pale with fright, his eyes moved wildly, as if he wanted to find out the legendary Jin Yiwei who eavesdropped.

Jia Yan rolled his eyes and looked at his cheap son Jia Daihua: "You son, after I leave, you will help your mother take charge of the mansion together, don't mess around."

"My child understands."

After some arrangements, Jia Daihua began to eat with a heavy heart.

At this time, the rumors in the Beijing camp became more and more widespread, almost everyone knew about it.

Seeing that the soldiers were all mentally prepared, they announced: "From now on, the army will go to Liaodong, and the Beijing camp will rest for three days."

Jiang Chunqing was quite nervous, and went home with the flow.

As a captain, his monthly salary is four silver dollars, which is one more than ordinary soldiers, but he has the rank of right soldier. Calculated from the ninth rank, he is paid ten silver dollars and ten stones more grain every year.

Therefore, even though there was a maid at home, he didn't feel much pressure.

Back at the rented house, the servant girl changed his shoes head-on.

"Xianggong——" The wife who was born in a down-and-out Jinshen, although wearing a wooden hairpin, can hardly conceal her temperament, but at this time she is expecting love, and there seems to be something unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chunqing sat down straight and asked softly.

"My father is here..." The wife hesitated again and again, and could only confide: "If he has anything too extreme, you can't agree to it."

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

Jiang Chunqing was taken aback for a moment, and said to himself.

For this old father-in-law, he still knows that he fled from Shanxi to Gyeonggi, and now he is very destitute. He only has a hundred acres of land, but he hopes to restore his family wealth.

If it weren't for the coincidence back then, he really wouldn't have been able to marry such a young lady.

Soon, the old man, worthy of Shanxi's shrewd appearance, walked in with a smile: "My son-in-law came back early today."

"Leave early." Jiang Chunqing said bluntly, "You and I are not outsiders. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Okay!" The old man sat down with a smile, his eyes full of shrewdness:
"Your home is outside the city, and you have a farm, about two hundred acres!"

"That's right!" Jiang Chunqing nodded: "The meritorious service over the years, plus the rewards, have exchanged some fields."

"I heard that some sweet potatoes are being planted recently, is there such a thing?"

"I've heard of this. His Majesty asked to plant it. I heard that it can produce a lot of food. Anyway, there is only so much land, so let's plant it!"

Jiang Chunqing didn't care, and touched the beard on his chin, feeling that it was uneven and unattractive, and needed to be repaired.

"Hey, this is a good thing."

The old man squinted his eyes, stroked his goatee and said, "I found out in the capital that this sweet potato belongs to a land with a large quantity. In Nanyang, it is the treasure of the town. Those families in Fujian risked their lives to steal it..."

"It's much more cost-effective than food."

"If you can get me some of these things and keep them for two or three years, my family will be able to rise..."

"It's from the court, I'm afraid it's not good!" Jiang Chunqing hesitated.

"There are so many bad things. It's convenient to find you. There are plenty in the market, and the military fields are all planted!"

In this way, Jiang Chunqing could only agree.

……

After a few days of rest, the city of Beijing became hotter.

The associations of the Beijing camp also continued to beat drums and gather generals, slowly and heavily, urging the soldiers to speed up their pace.

Group after group of figures lined up in a long line, leaving the pace slowly but firmly.

On the towers of Beijing, bright yellow flags swayed in the wind.

The court lady and eunuch bowed to follow, the wind blew the robes, and the hair was also messed up, a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, most of the long hair was restrained by the tie, chic and comfortable.

Zhu Yixi was facing the tower obliquely, facing the wind, a burst of cold air seemed to be brewing.

"Your Majesty, the wind is so strong that it makes people uncomfortable, so let's go back!"

Tian Ren on the side couldn't bear it anymore, so he hurriedly sent a cloak for the emperor to tie, and then asked softly.

"Let's send the soldiers off!"

The emperor sighed, looked at the sunset in the sky in the distance, and waved his hands.

The 100,000 Beijing camp this time involved tens of thousands of households and hundreds of thousands of people in the capital.

Once there are too many casualties, it will definitely shake the foundation of the rule.

There are countless people seeing off, and everyone is like a husband-seeking stone, looking forward eagerly, hoping that their men can return home with a full load.

"His Majesty--"

At this time, Chen Yongfu and Li Jingwu were dressed in armor, they were capable and powerful, and they looked capable.

"Get up!"

The two people in front of them are the main forces leading the Beijing battalion assault this time. They command the Liao Commander and Deputy Commander, and basically command the rest of the armies.

Seeing these two people, the emperor couldn't help giving them advice: "The first thing in this battle is the logistics. As long as the navy can be kept safe, they will be invincible."

"Artillery, muskets, this is our strength, and the odd cavalry is our weakness, so don't ignore it. When it's time to cooperate, you must think twice before acting..."

After muttering for a while, Tian Ren realized that time was running out, and hurriedly warned the emperor.

Only then did Zhu Yixi come back to his senses, he could only babble, feeling his mouth dry:

"That's it. How to fight the battle is up to you."

"I only want one, victory, victory here—"

"The disgrace since Saarhu must be completely wiped away now, to comfort the soldiers who have sacrificed over the years..."