He Chunhua thought for a long time and shook his head: "The Kuangsha Season has disappeared, and Yuanxi is afraid that something will happen."
Others would be happy to hear such rumors, but he was once a border governor, and he immediately thought of the security of the country.
"Isn't that right?" Butler Wu was also worried. "Originally, the west border of Yuan was stable because of the Panlong Desert, the wild sand season, and the Three Corpse Insects. Now you can travel through the Panlong Desert at will, then, then..."
"I'll worry about tomorrow." He Chunhua waved his hand, "That's all, for now, this kind of trouble can't be ranked. If there is any news about Heishui City and Panlong Desert in the future, you can report it to me as soon as possible!"
Butler Wu left.
…
He Chunhua stood there, lost in thought for a long time, and then his thoughts turned back to He Lingchuan.
He always knew that the eldest son was not dead, but he didn't know his whereabouts.
He Lingchuan suddenly came back, becoming more shrewd, more confident, and more... difficult to figure out.
Why did he come back?
Although the Rongshan loan was a good thing, it was promoted by the eldest son and acted as the special envoy to handle it. To a certain extent, the situation was beyond the control of his father.
Both in public and private matters, He Chunhua didn't like this change.
He wanted to go back to the house to change clothes, but when he walked through the atrium, he saw He Lingchuan half-sitting on the edge of the flower pond, throwing rice grains to feed the fish.
When the fish swims close, he throws the rice grains away;
When the fish swims far away, he throws the rice grains closer.
All the koi, big and small, were tossed around by him, making the pond as chaotic as boiling water. It was very lively.
He Chunhua subconsciously slowed down his steps, but before he took two steps, He Lingchuan, who had his back turned to him, smiled and said: "Dad, the varieties in your pond are too single, there are only a few fat koi, and the colors are not bright enough. Why?
Why don't you bring some good fish to make me happy?"
"Oh?" He Chunhua asked smoothly, "Which variety is better?"
"Flower gun, rolling embroidery beads, white dragon halberd, colorful fairy, colorful shrimp." He Lingchuan casually reported a bunch of names, "They can all grow big and beautiful."
The entertainment industry in Bega is very developed, and there is a huge market for flowers, birds, and fish. Ordinary fish like koi cannot enter the homes of the rich and powerful on the floating island.
"Really? I've never heard of it." He Chunhua also stood by the pond looking at the fish, "Has our family raised one before?"
"No."
"Is Yuandu there?"
He Lingchuan laughed, but still looked like a dandy: "It's my first time here, how could I know?"
He Chunhua looked at him and smiled: "So - is there a sand pier in Xuluo Kingdom?"
"The fish sold there are meant to be eaten, not kept in the pond." He Lingchuan threw in a few more grains of rice, "Of course, our carp is big enough, and we can sacrifice it as a last resort.
."
He Chunhua paused and stopped by the pool. If he took another step, he would step into the water:
"This fish has done nothing wrong, so why eat it?"
"Whether they will be eaten or not has nothing to do with whether we made a mistake or not, it just depends on our mood." He Lingchuan threw a grain of rice every time he said a word later, "What mistakes can be made with this kind of ornamental plaything?"
He Chunhua was silent for a few moments, then suddenly said: "Are you still my Chuan'er?"
The words came suddenly, but He Lingchuan didn't react at all. He continued to feed with a steady hand, and the fish was very anxious.
He Chunhua's tone was relaxed, like a joke: "Why do you look like a different person?"
"I'm making a difference, aren't you happy? Aren't you proud?" He Lingchuan turned to look at him, "I even secured a loan for Yuan Kingdom!"
This huge sum of money, which Yuan Kingdom urgently needs, is also one of his capital for self-protection. It is a card for him to return to Yuan Kingdom to deal with his father.
Without him, there would be no money.
He is gone, and so is the money.
"Well done." He Chunhua nodded vigorously, "Well done, otherwise I don't know how to fight the battle ahead."
It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. How can a general fight a war without soldiers?
"Now that the money is coming, what are you going to do next?"
He Chunhua asked him: "Does Chuan'er want to participate?" The eldest son deliberately changed the topic, and he followed suit.
"A man, who doesn't want to make great achievements, be granted the title of marquis and become the prime minister? But -" He Lingchuan said softly, "The rebellion in the south is just that, the great Sima in the northwest is not easy to fight."
Peasant uprisings are usually less disciplined and less effective than the regular army. Of course, the central army of the Yuan Kingdom is not that good either.
"The civil war in Yuan Kingdom is a bottomless pit. Let alone three million taels of silver, even if you throw five million or ten million taels into it, you may not be able to survive until the end." He Lingchuan sighed, "What do you want to do? I
Even though I was appointed as a special envoy, I don’t want my mother country to fail to pay me the money, causing precious resources to drain out in vain.”
He Chunhua asked him: "What suggestions does Chuan'er have?"
In the past, He Chunhua never consulted his eldest son on military strategy. He Lingchuan threw the last handful of rice into the pond, causing a school of fish to rush for food: "Dad, it is better to fight quickly. The rebels are marching all the way north.
The war is about to reach Yazhou. Not to mention winning or losing, the three nearby states are big granaries and important grain-producing areas. Hong Xiangqian's rebellion, which was only put down last year, has caused a sharp decline in food in the south, less than half of previous years.
If the fields are abandoned due to the war this year, there will be no harvest in the autumn. By then..."
The Big Kite was already suffering from severe food shortages, and then it became a vicious cycle.
He Chunhua nodded: "Your worries are exactly the same as those of your Majesty and the courtiers."
The eldest son made a good analysis.
No more pretending?
"So what is dad's idea?"
"I know what you said." He Chunhua sighed softly, "Our army must fight and win every battle. This is the meaning of going south. Otherwise, defeating us all the way will only weaken the morale of the army and the people and only increase the enemy's arrogance.
."
He paused for a moment: "In the past, Wang Ting suppressed Hong Qiang, and the Hong thieves became stronger and stronger as they suppressed them. When they started, they only had a few hundred people. By the time of the battle at Woling Pass, there were already tens of thousands of troops. Isn't it just because they eliminated the other?
long?"
He Lingchuan said oh.
The reason for Hong Xiangqian's success was not just the incompetence of the officers and soldiers. He did not criticize it and only asked He Chunhua: "What is father going to do?"
No matter how much He Chunhua delays, Lord Yuan's patience has its limits; no matter how capable He Chunhua is, Lord Yuan won't be polite to him if he can't count on him.
Therefore, He Chunhua must also master this "degree".
"We have to keep up with the food and supplies, otherwise my soldiers will have to starve when they go to the front line. Even if they had a 70-80% chance of winning, now there are only 34% left." He Chunhua said in an angry tone, "But You also know that Dayuan’s logistics, alas. Even if one hundred thousand dan of food support is given to me, the most that can be sent to the front line is less than 30,000 to 40,000 dan."
"Besides, even if I take back the enemy-occupied areas, if I can't win over the people, who knows they won't fight back again?"