"When you talk to Mr. Jinglue later, you must mention some recent developments of the Jurchens. I told them that you are here to inform them of the latest Jurchen military situation."

Yuan An agreed to take Li Xiao and Geritu back to Jinglue Mansion, but whether they would see them or not, he still had to ask his father what he meant.

They bullied Yuan Ang because he didn't know Mongolian, so the two of them exchanged confessions on the road.

"Can……!"

"But what? If you don't say this, will Mr. Jinlue meet you?" Li Xiao shook his head helplessly, ethnic minority brothers are sincere.

"Okay!" Geritu was also helpless and could only agree to it for the sake of the tribe. No matter what, we will talk about it after seeing Lord Jinglue.

The post of Liaodong Manager was specially established for the Liaodong War. It started from Song Yingchang and his queen Yang Hao in the 20th year of Wanli!

After Yang Hao, Liaodong management was a hard job. With brother Nurhaci constantly making trouble, anyone sitting in this position felt like sitting in the crater. Mr. Yuan Yingtai unfortunately won the prize and was appointed as the new leader after Xiong Tingbi.

Liaodong Economic Strategy.

He heard that a Mongolian wanted to come to see him. It was said that he had the latest information about the Jurchens. Yuan Yingtai thought for a while and agreed to meet the Mongolian. Now he needed the information about the Jurchens so much that the detailed work sent to Fushun was always ignored.

Get rid of it. Now, few people dare to go to Fushun to die.

Li Xiao witnessed with his own eyes the process of Geritu being molested by the security inspector, and almost stripped the Mongolian man naked for inspection. Several handfuls were plucked from his crotch, and Li Xiao was really afraid that Geritu would suddenly go crazy. In this way, he and he would both

I can't go back. I guess the cell will be where I stay tonight!

Fortunately! Geritu cooperated very well with the security inspection and took the initiative to hand over all the controlled knives he had. He even handed over the knife used for eating!

Geritu was taken away, but Li Xiao was not taken away. Lord Jinglue wanted to see the Mongols, not an unknown boy like him. The dignified Liaodong Jinglue Mansion naturally had people with tongues, so there was no need for Li Xiao to translate.

Yuan Yingtai was not interested in Li Xiao, but Yuan An was more interested in this guy.

There is no doubt that Li Xiao's accent is from Liaodong, but this boy is not only literate, but also very courageous. There are not many young men of this age who can speak in front of the prefect without stuttering.

A boy invited Li Xiao to the flower hall, and Yuan An stood at the door.

"Brother Li...!"

"Eldest Young Master, you don't have to be polite. You are older than me. Brother Li really can't afford it. Others call me Brother Xiao. If Eldest Young Master doesn't mind, you can call me that."

"Okay! I didn't expect you to be a cheerful person. Please sit down and watch tea!" Tea was actually served, which is a sign of respect for scholars.

"Where is Brother Xiao from?"

"My ancestors were from Ivory Village at the foot of Wanger Mountain."

"Oh! I do know that Ivory Village is the Imperial Village. The rice produced there is particularly good. I heard it is directly supplied to the palace. Why did Brother Xiao come to Liaoyang Mansion?"

Li Xiao knew that Yuan Ang was trying to trick him. Everyone in Zhuangzi was dead anyway, so it didn't matter what he said.

"The eldest son doesn't know something! Not long ago, our Ivory Village was massacred by the Tatars. Only I and a few of my younger brothers and sisters survived in the village. The rest of the people were all dead!

We brothers and sisters were afraid that the Tatars would come again, so we had no choice but to come to Liaoyang Prefecture. No matter how fierce the Tatars were, we would not dare to come to Liaoyang Prefecture to make trouble. After we made some money, we went to live in Guanli. Outside the customs, the Tatars are really

Too arrogant."

"Hey...! Since the forty-seventh year of the Ming Dynasty, after the Saar Hu, our Ming Dynasty could only take a defensive position in Liaodong. Generals like Liu Ting and Du Song were all killed in the battle. More than three hundred officers and generals of the Ming Dynasty died in the battle.

People, many years of talent accumulation were destroyed in one day. This is why the Tatars are so arrogant!" Hearing that Li Xiao's family was massacred by the Jurchens, Yuan Ang was also in a bad mood.

His father is the manager of Liaodong, so he should be responsible for defending the territory. But now, the troops from the customs are transferred to Liaodong. No one is willing to come, except for the Zhejiang soldiers and the Sichuan army who are still on the way. The governors of the other provinces are all

To deal with errands, some places even sent some old, weak and bare-handed civilian workers here.

"The root cause is the corruption of the military households of the Ming Dynasty!" Li Xiao said helplessly.

"Oh!" Yuan An's eyes lit up and he looked at Li Xiao with a slightly different look.

"Most of our military households in Liaodong are stationed in the army, and they are busy farming on weekdays. Each guard post provides its own food, and the general banner and the small flag have suddenly become landlords. Military households are exploited by officers at all levels, and military households have always fled to become civilians.

Household. Has the eldest son ever heard that civilian households voluntarily become military households?

Guard posts are in ruins, fraud is committed for personal gain, and food is embezzled and stolen...! In order to make money, officers at all levels will do anything they can. After a long time, can such an army fight? They say that Marshal Li was able to fight back then, but look at it.

How many of Marshal Li's men are guardsmen?

His Liaodong cavalry are all servants recruited by Marshal Li himself!

As soon as Marshal Li died, the Liaodong cavalry dispersed. Without anyone to check and balance the Tatar soldiers, of course they ran amok."

"Oh! According to what Brother Xiao said, what should we do?" Yuan Ang looked at Li Xiao and asked. He now began to doubt Li Xiao's origin. How could a country boy know so much? Is this a rival faction in the court?

Here? Or a spy sent by the Jurchens?

"The most direct way is to set up a group training and distribute weapons to the farmers. Let the farmers form a group to train and protect themselves! At the same time, organize the group training. In fact, the number of Tatars looting is not large. At most, there are twenty or thirty people, and as few as a dozen.

How dare you rob a village with a population of 100 people?

As long as the regiment training is organized, one side will be in trouble and supported by all sides. After repelling several waves of Tatars, they will naturally not dare to come. As for the large groups of Tatar soldiers, they will naturally be dealt with by the imperial troops and horses. Group training can also assist the imperial troops and horses, at least group training

All the people are locals. It’s okay to be a guide and point out the terrain.”

"Group training?" Yuan An thought for a while with his eyes closed.

The imperial court did not have a specific strategy for facing Liaodong. His father just wanted to resist the Jurchen Tatar attack as much as possible. This is a way to organize group training, and it sounds really good.

A village of 100 people would have at least 20 to 30 strong laborers. If they were allowed to fight for the imperial court, they might not be able to work hard. But for the lives and property of their own family, they were still willing to go all out.

"Brother Xiao, this is a great idea!" Did you come up with it yourself, or did someone give you advice?

Looking at Li Xiao's age, Yuan An didn't believe that Li Xiao came up with this method himself.

Li Xiao was startled. He was just showing off. He forgot that this was not the future of the explosion of knowledge, but the Ming Dynasty. Not everyone knew what was said in the post forums of the later generations.

"Oh, there is a Master Guan in the village. He told me about it!"

"Oh! Where is the old man?" Yuan Ang immediately became excited.

"Hey...! His old man was burned alive by the Tatars, and I buried his body."
Chapter completed!