My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

Chapter 226 Liaodong gradually stabilizes

Shenyang, above the school grounds of Jinglue Mansion.

"This book has repeatedly emphasized that military pay must not be deducted. How dare you treat me as nothing, ignore the laws of the Ming Dynasty, and I can't keep you!"

"Pull it out and chop it!"

With that said, Xiong Tingbi gave a loud shout, picked up a stick from the barrel on the table, and threw it down the table.

"Yes!"

As the two uniformed guards shouted in unison, one of them was immediately pulled to the school field and beheaded with a knife.

After a while, when Jin Yiwei used a big red tray to hold the murdered man's head to Xiong Tingbi's case, Xiong Tingbi waved his hand and said.

"I am trusted by the Holy One to rule Liaodong. If I find someone who dares to embezzle and deduct soldiers' pay, this will serve as a lesson to you!"

"Follow the scriptures and reprimands carefully."

Upon hearing Xiong Tingbi's murderous words, all the generals present quickly bowed.

This Xiong Manzi, every time he does something big, he always sneaks out one or two people to kill people and establish his authority.

Among the generals present, some people couldn't help but slandered in their hearts.

But facing Xiong Tingbi's play, they didn't dare to say anything.

When the Liao army itself was almost depleted and foreign soldiers and horses accounted for the majority, although the middle and upper-level generals had a poor sense of Xiong Tingbi.

But the soldiers at the lower level admired Xiong Tingbi very much.

Xiong Tingbi was born to be a member of the army.

He had a strong body and could shoot a three-stone bow. He first passed the martial arts examination, and then became a literary scholar because he was angry at being belittled by others.

The most outrageous thing is that he can let Manzi call him Xiong Manzi.

Now, the emperor provides money and tools to let Liaodong farm and reorganize the army.

Xiong Tingbi did not show any mercy and immediately began to eliminate the troops in various military towns in Liaodong.

The old, weak, sick and disabled were sent to work in the fields, and those who could fight were scattered and reorganized.

Anyway, the emperor is not in a hurry to pacify Jiannu, so he will leave Liaodong alone and take his time.

Xiong Tingbi has been in Liaodong for more than ten years and is familiar with Liaodong.

Nowadays, some parts of Liaodong have abandoned the health system and set up government offices, and have returned to the civil service. He, Xiong Tingbi, will definitely help.

Having finished his work for the day, Xiong Tingbi left Shuai'an and returned to his squad room. He took out the letter Sun Chengzong gave him and started reading it.

"This old Suntou is also capable."

After reading Sun Chengzong's views on Liaodong's government affairs, Xiong Tingbi said to himself while stroking his beard.

In the past, the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty were only involved in internal affairs in the two capitals and thirteen provinces. There were too many monks and too little food. For the sake of an official position, a dog could chew out his brains.

Now there are new prefectures in Liaodong. Although it is a "bitter cold" place like Liaodong, as long as it is run properly, it is possible to move and get promoted.

However, what the five Liaodong governments need now is not political speculators, but truly capable officials.

After all, Liaodong is now facing many problems such as farming and refugees.

If the imperial court sends a bunch of idiots here, he, the governor of Liaodong's military and political affairs, will be the unlucky one.

Thinking of this, Xiong Tingbi took out a piece of rice paper and began to draft a memorial to the emperor.

After writing for a full hour, Xiong Tingbi just put down the pen in his hand.

After reading it carefully several times, deleting, deleting and filling in, Xiong Tingbi took out the special paper for writing the memorial and began to copy it.

Compared with Xiong Tingbi's aggressive attack on the military guards, Phoenix City where Yang Hao is located can be said to be as motionless as a mountain.

Although the emperor asked Yang Hao to preside over the restructuring, Yang Hao also knew what his situation was.

He was just a sign to be scolded. He would honestly help Xiong Tingbi guard the Liaodong flank, stay in Phoenix City, do logistical work for Mao Wenlong, and ensure that Mao Wenlong's invasion of the slaves went smoothly.

As for the restructuring, just let Xiong Manzi and Sun Dishi do it, and he will put his name on it.

The third force outside the military and political affairs in Liaodong, Luo Sigong, the commander of the Jinyiwei, is now full of lawsuits.

The matter of the Fan family's captives is becoming more and more serious the more they are investigated.

He had already expected that Xuanfu would be involved.

Several hundred households in the Guangning Guard Army were involved with the guerrilla generals, and he had expected this.

But what he didn't expect was that all Li Chengliang's old troops were involved, including Mao Wenlong, who was currently on the Eastern Front.

By now, Luo Sigong no longer dared to investigate further. "Go back to Beijing."

Luo Sigong suddenly closed the confession in his hand and made up his mind.

If it is a simple interrogation, after the Jin Yiwei arrests the person, they can investigate and issue a memorial to the emperor.

But now that so many generals are involved, this is no longer something he can decide.

"It's so cold."

On top of Guangning City, Sun Chuanting was watching the soldiers training while the cold wind blew.

Talented people will never fail anywhere.

With the foundation of military training in Nanhaizi and the experience of two county magistrates, Sun Chuanting took over the military administration of Guangning very smoothly.

Of course, it is also possible that Sun Chuanting was too courageous and relied on the soldiers he had in his hands to shout and kill the officers of the local guard station.

"I heard that last winter, there was a white plague on the grassland. Have the Mongolians in the surrounding area done anything strange recently?"

Withdrawing his gaze from the distance, Sun Chuanting looked at his long follower and asked.

"Go back to my boss, not for now."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shu shook his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and said to Sun Chuanting.

"I sent someone to inquire with the people in the caravan. It is said that thousands of people died in the Chahar tribe alone."

"It's fine if you don't."

Hearing this, Sun Chuanting also imitated the other party's behavior and thrust his hands into his sleeves.

"I'm just worried that they are hungry and someone will come out to thresh the grass and grain."

"If they want to survive now, they all rely on trading with me, the Ming Dynasty. How dare they come here?"

After hearing this, Zhao Shu thought for a while and said to Sun Chuanting.

"Besides, there are nearly 20,000 troops stationed in the surrounding forts, and there are leopard guards in Guangning City. What can Chahar use to plow grass and valleys."

"I hope these 30,000 troops can scare the Mongols."

Hearing Zhao Shu's confident words, Sun Chuanting shook his head.

"Have you ever seen the virtues of the Liao army? It's a blessing to be able to pull out 3,000 combatable soldiers from that 20,000-strong army."

"Relying on them to defend Guangning, I might as well take the initiative and see if I can find a soft persimmon to pinch."

With that said, Sun Chuanting took Zhao Shu and walked towards the city.

"How about allocating all the fields in the guardhouse to the soldiers' families?"

"It's almost finished."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shu reported immediately.

"With the help of those people brought by the employer, things went very smoothly. All the Weisuo fields have been allocated to those who cultivated them. Those who have not been allocated land have also been assigned tools and organized into farming households to cultivate acres of land. ”

"Those generals didn't come to stop them?"

Hearing this, Sun Chuanting shrank his neck. It was still a little cold in early summer in Liaodong.

"My boss has an imperial edict from the emperor to distribute the guard land to military households. Those of them who dare to oppose it are no different from those guard officers in Shanxi. They are all weaklings who bully the weak and fear the strong."

Zhao Shu curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Where are the military households below? Are there any discussions?"

"That's a bit of a problem, but because we provide food to the army in the field, it can still be suppressed."

Hearing this, Zhao Shu nodded.

"They are mainly worried that the fields they will cultivate in the future will not be distributed to them."

"This is not a big deal. The emperor has an imperial edict. After three years of farming, the land will be distributed to them. When the time is up, the matter will be solved."

Hearing this, Sun Chuanting waved his hand.

"I'm worried that the war between Liaodong and Jiannu is gradually stabilizing, and I'm afraid something will happen in western Liaoning."

"Hearing what you say makes me feel relieved."

(End of this chapter)