The Red House starts from Liaodong

Chapter 182 On the Golden State General

The imperial court in the capital is actually a "stage" in essence.

Each region will take turns to take the stage, attracting the attention of all the ministers.

This time I went to Jinzhou in Liaodong.

"Over the past few years, Liaodong has consumed tens of millions of taels from the imperial court every year. It is really a bottomless pit. It is better to give up first."

Wu Wenhua, the censor of Henan, returned to Beijing from Henan, and is now promoted to the censor of Youqian Capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Colleagues held a reception banquet for him.

Just like the process between censors, they will all talk about state affairs in the end.

He is humble but dare not forget his country.

exactly describes them.

Even Wu Wenhua, the right censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate with the highest position, is an official of the fourth rank, and the experience of the other experience department of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is the sixth rank.

The rest are all seventh-rank officials.

A group of "little officials" gathered to talk about state affairs, and no one felt that they were ignorant.

Because these "little officials" can really determine the power of the country.

Wu Wenhua smiled indifferently when he heard the cliché about his experience.

We all know that the imperial court can't afford Liaodong now, and the voice of abandoning Liaodong has always been there, but no one dares to come forward and formally raise it, and no one wants to bear this notoriety.

"The lost land recovered by the Jinzhou General Army, how many Liao people did they receive?"

Wu Wenhua suddenly looked at the youngest junior present.

Han Hao was suddenly questioned by his senior, so he put down his wine glass and began to meditate.

It was no secret that he and Tang Qing'an, the chief soldier of Jinzhou, were from the same hometown, or it wasn't a secret in the first place.

As a noble censor, he shouldn't put down his figure and speak for the military officer.

"I remember that last year, the Jinzhou General Army's memorial to the population was presented twice. In the middle of the year, it was 50, and at the end of the year it was 70."

Seeing that Han Hao has not responded, Gong Ze explained for Han Hao.

Hearing Gong Ze's answer, Wu Wenhua smiled.

Not only him, but everyone present didn't believe it.

As a censor, everyone has a huge network of relationships consisting of mentors, tutors, fellow subjects, classmates, and fellow villagers.

It can be said that there are more than one hundred censors in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and their network of connections covers all aspects of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

According to their news, the population of Golden State has definitely exceeded 100 million.

The end of last year was the last time the Jinzhou General Soldier reported the population to the court. Halfway through this year, it was never mentioned again.

The court did not follow up.

How about asking.

Unless the imperial court personally sent officials to Jinzhou to investigate, it would be tantamount to distrusting the Jinzhou General Soldier and bringing the conflict to the surface.

"The timing of Zongbing Tang's memorabilia is really coincidental."

Wu Wenhua laughed.

Everyone heard it, and there was no objection.

Anyone who can become a censor is an outstanding person, and Zai Zuo's IQ is far beyond ordinary people.

The imperial court has ideas about the Jinzhou General Army.

As censors, they certainly knew the court's thoughts, and they were going to send officials overseas to thoroughly investigate the population, officials, generals, sergeants, systems, etc. under the rule of the Jinzhou General Army.

This thing is not easy to operate.

That is, it must not cause dissatisfaction at the local level, but it must be implemented smoothly.

Now General Jinzhou has written a memorial to the lion to open his mouth in advance, which is extremely greedy in people's eyes.

Things are good and bad.

The good thing is that the imperial court is not going to forcefully send officials to Jinzhou for a while.

You are tough first, and the other party is weaker. You come and go to test, so that the matter can continue to be discussed, unless the table is turned.

The imperial court has the name and the strength to be tough on the Jinzhou General Army.

An official document from the cabinet.

Let him go back to Beijing to report his duties in accordance with the usual practice and abide by the system. Will he come?

He dared not come.

Wu Wenhua didn't believe in his heart that Jinzhou would dare to follow him to violate the imperial court's will.

After all, the prestige of the imperial court for a hundred years is here.

Hanging alone overseas, with insufficient supplies, facing a strong enemy.

The imperial court can abandon Liaodong, but it can save tens of millions of taels of silver every year. When the imperial court abandons Liaodong, the Jinzhou General Army will be in a dead end.

"His heel is honorable. It is not surprising that he can know the court's thoughts in advance and take the first measures to deal with it."

A censor said.

When everyone heard the words, they recognized it very much.

The Supreme Emperor is now fighting fiercely with the Emperor, and whoever can take care of Jinzhou, which is lonely overseas, will probably appease him first.

When the dust settles in the court hall, it will be a difficult day for the domineering general.

"Actually, I'm still quite amazed by Jinzhou General Tang."

Gong Ze laughed.

Hearing that, everyone looked at him.

Gong Ze smiled and explained to everyone.

"I have collected and sorted out the official documents of Tang Qing'an, the chief soldier of Jinzhou, since he went to sea, as well as the news about Jinzhou.

Therefore, it can be concluded that this person had a complete set of strategies before going to sea, one link after another, which is really seamless. "

Attracting everyone's interest, Gong Ze was also in high spirits and became more and more excited.

"Before going to sea, I bought a ship privately.

When he was just a small garrison, the military strength was only 800 people, and he began to cultivate acres of land on the island as soon as he went to sea.

Before regaining Jinzhou, they even vigorously farmed on Changxing Island.

He won several great victories with Hai Zhiman, trained elite soldiers, and regained Jinzhou.

With the accumulation of previous farms, Jinzhou was not only stabilized, but also vigorously developed, which laid a solid foundation for the future acceptance of Liao people.

Then violate the sea ban, or purchase, or build fishing boats by yourself, and let the Liao people go fishing.

Then, with the achievements of Jinzhou, to recover Zhenjiang, and because of the accumulation of Jinzhou, we have overcome the difficulty of population explosion..."

Everyone was stunned.

I understood the meaning of Gong's experience.

"There is still time."

Someone continued to make up.

"Actually, as early as Tang Qing'an, the chief soldier of Jinzhou, regained Jinzhou, he should have sent officials to take charge of governance.

However, at that time, the barbarian troops were at their peak. They went to Shenyang on the third day, and Liaoyang on the fifth day.

Not to mention others, everyone here, who thinks Golden State can hold it? "

Hearing his words, everyone had no objection.

At the beginning, the barbarians went down to Shenyang and Liaoyang, seized all of Liaozuo, and approached the Liaoxi Corridor. Even the capital city was under martial law.

At that time, no one would have imagined the situation today.

Not only did the imperial court stabilize the situation in Liaodong, but it was able to regain the lost ground and gradually equalized with the barbarians.

"So the cabinet did not discuss this matter, but they all believed that more support should be given to Golden State so that Golden State can delay the barbarian attack.

One year, half a year, or even three months is a victory, but the ending is unexpected. "

The man sighed.

The speed at which Jinzhou received the Liaomin was staggering and unbelievable.

Because no one thought at that time that the rule of the barbarians in Liaozuo would be so cruel. After all, when the old slave was in Jianzhou, he managed it pretty well.

During the 30 years when the old slave ruled Jianzhou, many Liao people fled Liaozuo and went to Jianzhou of Nuer Gansi.

These are not mentioned.

Jinzhou was able to support hundreds of thousands of Liao people alone, which was beyond the court's expectations.

Hearing the rumors that the population of Jinzhou General Soldier exceeded one million, he really couldn't figure out how Tang General Soldier supported him.

"It's indeed his luck, it just so happens that there are two saints now." The man stopped talking and didn't talk deeply.

Everyone understood what he meant.

"It's useless for us to worry about these. The final root is still to see how the two saints decide in the end."

Wu Wenhua is a student of Liu Yiru.

Liu Yiru is a bachelor, the elder of the cabinet, and the emperor's master.

Wu Wenhua glanced at Han Hao, shook his head secretly, said goodbye to all his colleagues, and went to the teacher's house.

After Han Hao left, he was also in deep thought.

What kind of person is Tang Qing'an, and what will he do in the future? Is he really an arrogant person?

And what Wu Wenhua said was hitting him.

Who are you beating yourself up for?

Han Hao thought about it silently, and finally thought of this person's teacher, a bachelor, and the elder Liu Yiru.

Thinking of this festival, Han Hao went to Fan Mansion.

He was ushered in by the housekeeper, just in time to see the mentor in the shade of the trees in the yard, lying on a bamboo rocking chair, with a short chair next to him.

The teapot on the tea tray above holds dark herbal tea.

The rocking chair swayed slightly, and the elder, who was nearly sixty years old, looked at the book in his hand intently, while reaching for the teacup.

The tea bowl is already empty.

Han Hao took the first step, picked up the teapot on the low table, and personally refilled the teacup in the teacher's hand.

"Meng Jing."

Without looking back, the mentor called out his own words.

"The students are here."

Han Hao bent down to the old man's ear and said softly.

"How did you come."

"Students come to see their teacher."

"Haha."

The old man sat up with a smile, put down the book in his hand, turned his head to look at Han Hao, his eyes were full of amiability.

The butler happened to bring someone to bring a low stool and put it next to the rocking chair, and then Han Hao sat beside his teacher.

Like an obedient kitten.

Among his disciples, outsiders thought he valued Lu Zhongheng the most, but in fact he also valued the silent student in front of him.

Do things calmly.

Weijing is a rare word.

"Who bullied you outside?"

When Han Hao heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

His mentor, a bachelor, and a dignified cabinet elder, sometimes speak to their juniors in an extremely speechless manner.

"No one bullies me, but before I come here, I'll have dinner with my colleagues and welcome Wu Wenhua, the newly promoted Youqian Capital Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"Oh, Liu Yiru's disciple, what's the matter, his disciple has become an official, and he bullied me under my sect, see if I don't scold him tomorrow."

The old man Fan Hao joked.

Han Hao sat quietly aside.

"You."

The old man sighed.

"Liaodong produces talents."

Hearing his teacher's emotion, he directly mentioned Tang Qing'an's name, and Han Hao was full of admiration.

A scholar knows everything about the world without going out.

Didn't they mean these censors?

And his mentor, even more so.

He admired his ability to deduce the situation, not to mention small trifles.

"Tang Qing'an of Jinzhou is not from Liaodong, but his ancestral home is Jinling."

Han Hao explained softly.

"Almost, his deceased mother was from Liaodong, and she started her family in Liaodong. What is she not from Liaodong?"

The old man looked at his disciple.

"I think this person acted recklessly, but he didn't see the deep meaning."

Hearing the teacher's words, Han Hao became even quieter.

"Others only saw the arrogance in his memorials, but I saw through his memorials that he saw two saints."

What the mentor said was very convoluted, and Han Hao figured it out a bit.

"Tang Qing'an thinks the two saints don't have the energy to take care of him?"

Seeing his teacher acquiescing, Han Hao still had doubts on his face.

"But there will be a day when a saint will free up his energy, won't he?"

"This person's ability to judge the situation is far superior to mine. Since he did this, he must have his judgment, but I still haven't figured out where his future solution will be."

Han Hao lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)