Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 270 Another artifact

  After listening to Fang Jifan's words, Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but glance at Fang Jifan.

  Saving people... How much can be saved?

  So, you sent people to Jinzhou, to toss the soldiers and civilians, and in the name of saving people and righteousness, let people leave their homes?

The ancients valued the country, and if they were not forced by people with knives, no one would leave home unless it was a last resort. Emperor Hongzhi could almost imagine how many cruel and heinous actions such "cruel officials" Ouyang Zhi and Liu Jin had performed. means.

  Emperor Hongzhi pursed his lips and said with a bit of anger, "You firmly believe that the Tatars will definitely attack Jinzhou?"

  Fang Jifan said firmly: "His Royal Highness and ministers are convinced."

  So Emperor Hongzhi glared at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao held his head up unconvinced, as if telling his father, I...I am not convinced!

  Emperor Hongzhi finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "You guys are too young..."

With a sigh, Emperor Hongzhi thought for a while before he said: "I just ask you, are you sure that the Tatars will attack Jinzhou? There is no certainty in the world, otherwise it would be too simple to rule the world. , you are still children, you are all smart, you can see through many things, the only thing you can't see through is the human heart. Forget it, the matter has come to this point, this mess can only be left to me to clean up."

"And you two..." Emperor Hongzhi grinned at Fang Jifan: "Starting tomorrow, we will go to Xishan to farm together for a month. One day or one hour will be lost. I will never forgive you lightly. If you dare to be lazy, I will never tolerate you... "

   After finishing speaking, he stood up, but casually picked up Wang Shouren's manuscript, and said, "I've taken this manuscript, um, let's go."

  Is this... considered robbery?

  Fang Jifan's eyes were straightened, but thinking of going to Xishan to farm for a month, Fang Jifan had the urge to die again, my young master is still a child...

  After Hongzhi picked up the book, he glared at Zhu Houzhao: "Let's go."

  Zhu Houzhao didn't intend to just withdraw like this, he said: "My son injured his leg, can you rest at Fang's house for a while?"

  Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a moment, then left on his own.

  Fang Jifan came to his senses: "Your Majesty, wait a moment, I will send you off to Your Majesty, come here, prepare the incense table and firecrackers..."

  Unfortunately, Emperor Hongzhi ignored him and had gone far away.

  Fang Jifan shook his head, the good times seemed to be over, looking back, he happened to see Zhu Houzhao grinning and staring at him hatefully.

  Fang Jifan's scalp was numb from being stared at, he forced a smile, and said innocently: "His Royal Highness, how are you?"

  Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "Fang Jifan, you are nothing."

  Fang Jifan hurriedly said: "Your Highness, be careful, I have a sword, so don't speak so rudely."

  Zhu Houzhao laughed even colder: "Did you forget that Yu Jian, you let Ouyang Zhi take it to Liaodong?"

   "It's...really..." Fang Jifan was a little embarrassed.

   "Your Highness, how is your injury? Sit down, and I will show you, you must not hurt your bones." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao's leg with concern.

  Zhu Houzhao still stared at Fang Jifan fiercely, as if staring like this, he could vent his inner anger.

   After a long time, his face actually softened, and he said, "Oh, it hurts a little, hurry up, find a place for me to sit, do you have any medicine here?"

  Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Houzhao had calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "I will just bandage your Highness, then **** Liu Jin, if he hadn't been tossing around in Liaodong Hu, how could His Majesty be so cruel."

  Fang Jifan took the medicine and bandaged Zhu Houzhao before he let out a sigh of relief.

  Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "When Liu Jin comes back, he will break his leg!"

  ...

  Early the next morning, Zhu Houzhao came to invite Fang Jifan vigorously.

  Young people have good muscles and bones. After one night, the injury will heal. The main reason is that Emperor Hongzhi did not go crazy and did not really hurt his muscles and bones.

   Zhu Houzhao was still in high spirits while farming in the Western Mountains.

  Fang Jifan reluctantly led the horse, and came to Xishan with Zhu Houzhao.

   Someone from the palace actually came early, an old **** with no expression on his face. These old eunuchs probably won't live for a few years, so they were extraordinarily strict. He followed Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan wherever they went.

  Fang Jifan decided to find something easy to do. He used a dagger to cut off the sprouted potatoes, and then planted them.

   "What is this?" Zhu Houzhao looked at the potato curiously, his eyes sparkling: "Can I eat it?"

"can?"

  Zhu Houzhao wanted to stuff the potato into his mouth, but Fang Jifan stopped him quickly, saying: "This thing is precious, please be merciful, Your Highness, besides, this thing must be cooked before it can be eaten."

   "Oh." Zhu Houzhao looked at the potatoes with great interest. He also followed Fang Jifan's example, picked up the sprouted potatoes, and peeled them out together with the sprouts and flesh with a dagger.

Zhu Houzhao was bored, he was a man who went with the situation, sat down on the mud floor of the greenhouse, and said: "Old Fang, you said, in these years, Liaodong has been on the defensive everywhere. Since Emperor Wen, for so many years, it has been Tatars. People and Oirats attacked my Ming Dynasty, but my Ming Dynasty was always in a position where I was beaten everywhere, why is that?"

Fang Jifan looked for the sprouting potatoes familiarly, and said: "It's very simple, because they can't afford it. The Tatars live as nomads. Each of them has been a warrior since childhood. They march without food and grass. Where are the horses?" , where is their pasture, so they don’t need capital to rob houses. But Ming is different, Da Ming wants to train a single archer, how much money and food will be spent, if Da Ming wants to mobilize 30,000 people to fight, he needs a continuous grain team, Countless grains and grasses have been sent from the capital to the soldiers in front for hundreds of miles."

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, and continued: "The Tatars robbed us once, and the wealth and food they got may be more than what they earned in a year's hard work, so the plunder is nothing but nothing for them. One harm. But my Daming, my Ming launched a campaign, and the money and food spent are inexhaustible. Every young man in my Ming is a precious manpower. One less labor means that he not only has no production You still have to feed them with money and food. But even if you win, so what, Emperor Wen swept across the desert and beat the Mongols in the desert to the ground, but what is the benefit?"

   "Except for cattle and horses, there is nothing in this desert that I, Da Ming, can fancy. The trophies in the desert are all scrap metal. Our military horses would rather be thrown away at will than bring them back."

"So, even if we win, we actually lose. The Tatars are like beggars, and Daming is a rich man. If a beggar robs a rich man once, he can live a good life for a few years, so they will stare at each other every day, wishing The rich man fought him to the death. But the rich man, no matter how many beggars he kills, he will waste his strength and gain nothing in the end."

Fang Jifan was a little helpless when he said this, and continued: "Besides, the land in the desert is not suitable for farming. It is useless to **** their land. Even if the Ming Dynasty went deep into the desert, it drove the Tatars into the desert. The hinterland, but so what? They will still come back! Because the territory outside the pass is just a huge burden for the Ming Dynasty. Food is continuously transported to the desert. Only in this way can the presence of the army in the desert be maintained, but it is fine if the world is peaceful. Once the national power is weakened and the money and food of the court are not supported, it will become a heavy burden instead. We and the Tartars can't afford it!"

Zhu Houzhao nodded subconsciously, and said excitedly: "Yes, this is the reason, so Ming can defeat the Tatars ten, one hundred, three hundred times, and even completely wipe out the Tatars, but in the end, the land is not Ours is useless if given to us. In a few decades, there will be Oala or other tribes in the desert to replace the Tatars. In the end, they made a comeback, but they just changed a tribe and a name, but The nature is still a group of robbers."

"But... can't we never find a way to achieve long-term peace and stability? This palace is really fed up. In this desert land, first came the Hu people, then the Huns, then the Xianbei, then the Turks, the Khitan, and the Jin people , Mongolia, Oala, and Tatar, it seems endless."

Fang Jifan took a meaningful look at Zhu Houzhao, and then said: "Unless my Ming Dynasty can really use the land of the desert, even in this desert, we can grow food. If it really reaches that point, it means, A large number of Han Chinese can leave the customs and settle down, eroding the living space of the Tatars."

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help guessing: "Food is grown in the desert, you mean sweet potatoes?"

  Fang Jifan shook his head, a little smile appeared on his lips, and the old **** said; "Sweet potatoes are not good, sweet potatoes are in the desert, it is difficult to feed."

  Zhu Houzhao suddenly regretted: "Well, there is no such thing in the world, maybe this is God's will, after all, there needs to be something to restrain us, so that we will never be at peace."

   To put it bluntly, Zhu Houzhao sighed.

  Fang Jifan's hands still didn't stop, he peeled out a potato sprout skillfully, and carefully planted it into the soil in the greenhouse!

He didn't have any expression on his face, but he thought in his heart, in fact, there is another crop in this world that can be widely planted in Mongolia. If such a staple food can be planted deep in the desert, with the cultivation talent of the Han people, it may not take long. All the barren land will be reclaimed, and then a large number of farms will appear, and the farms will give birth to market towns, and the market towns will give birth to huge towns, where soldiers can be recruited, and even Da Ming can make these people without paying too much money and food. The soldiers supply supplies on the spot, and they will take the Han people's desire for land deep into the desert, and attack the Tatars frantically, eventually leaving the Tatars with nowhere to go.

  (end of this chapter)