In the injury camp of Lion Bay, Liu Chengzong breathed a long sigh of relief.
Huang Shengxiao was finally able to get out of bed.
This artillery whistle commander who was very brave in the battle was very comfortable when he won the battle and cheered because he fought with his bare eyes. After the battle, he became ill.
Even when we got to Lion's Bay, we had to be helped by someone on the back of a mule.
The six sentry sergeants divided their forces to look for food, and Zhang Tianlin also returned to Xichuan River. Lion Bay became quiet, with only the baggage sentries, wounded soldiers, and the people brought by her father and brother left.
Liu Chengzong simply stopped staying at the camp and lived in the wounded soldier camp every day. He was also a wounded soldier anyway.
Some soldiers in the sick camp were injured not as seriously as him, but others were injured in the abdomen and legs, making them unable to move and unable to participate in military operations.
As for him, the injury only affects his ability to eat and use chopsticks.
However, Liu Shishi was not idle either. As soon as he had some time, he called Song Shouzhen to the camp headquarters.
"General looking for me?"
"Brother Song, please sit down."
Liu Chengzong looked at the bookish Song Shouzhen, shook his head and smiled.
Thinking back to last year, they were also enemies, but since they robbed Wangzhuang, they have become the same kind of people.
As his power grew, Song Shouzhen naturally stayed in the Lion Camp and even did the job he wanted to do.
Song Shouzhen was a happy household, but his ancestors had ministers who always wanted to take up jobs like those of literati.
Now is your chance.
Liu Chengzong smiled and said: "You came just in time. My hands are not convenient for writing, so you and I will work together to write a few articles for the enlightenment of the wounded soldiers camp."
These words made Song Shouzhen feel confused, and he asked: "Second Master, the enlightenment textbooks are available at Zhuantian Academy. Can't we just ask the master for them?"
He never followed the Lion Camp very much, so he called Liu Chengzong the way Mr. Liu came to him.
Liu Chengzong didn't care about this either. He waved his hand and said, "I know there are textbooks in Zhuantian Academy. The ones used for enlightenment there are the military regulations that I co-edited with my father and brother in the early years."
"In the past, the students at Zhuantian Academy were peasant soldiers who joined forces under Jiusi. It was useful for them to learn from that, but now most of the Lion Battalion are frontier troops."
"They all know the things above, so I have to teach them something they don't know."
In fact, it is very easy to become enlightened. We are all adults and cannot read but can listen and speak.
His father and Mr. Yang had a background in Zhuantian Academy, and he also had in his mind a few hundred years later when an army was marching and attending classes, writing military discipline and order on a small drawing board.
But his soldiers are neither farmers nor new recruits, and military discipline and regulations are very clear.
"Besides, time is tight. The opportunity to take a break like this may only come once a year. It is still something new that will be used after writing a few articles."
After Liu Chengzong finished speaking, Song Shouzhen nodded in agreement.
Anyway, he is idle when he is idle.
Song Shouzhen is really free at this time. Master Liu, Mr. Yang and Liu Chengzu are busy exploring the terrain from Jiulong Spring through Nanniwan and Lion Bay all the way east.
This was Liu Chengzong's intention. He and his father and brother had another conversation without Li Bei, and the final plan was similar to what he had imagined, so he prepared with both hands.
On the one hand, we still need to collect all the places in northern Shaanxi that can avoid drought, not to fully supply the army, but at least to be self-sufficient like Xingzihe, and still have plenty.
On the other hand, we must also be mentally prepared to face the encirclement and suppression by the army.
Although the Ming Dynasty is like a puddle of rotten meat in northern Shaanxi and Shanxi, this piece of flesh and bones still exists, and a twitch can scare people to death.
In fact, in the final analysis, it is still like what Yang Yao said when he just defected to him, strike decisively when it is time to fight, and don't look forward and backward when it is time to run.
They have to build canals and prepare land in Lions Bay. After all, this is a big project and it is not something that Lions Camp can complete this year.
Open up as much land as you can, and keep the ones that can't be opened. Make a good overall plan, and even leaving it to a leader who is familiar with them as a secret camp in the future is not a bad thing.
If this river valley is reclaimed, it can support many more people than Xingzi River.
But neither Mr. Liu's father nor his brothers planned to take Song Shouzhen into his care. Although he was serious, he had not received a systematic education. To put it bluntly, he was a scholar, not a man of practical application.
Even if you take him to explore the terrain, you won't be able to do anything.
When he heard Liu Chengzong asking him to write an article, he was really ordered to his heart. He said excitedly: "General, tell me, what article do you want Xiaosheng to write?"
Liu Chengzong thought, I just asked you to write with a pen, why do you plan to do it yourself?
But he didn't want to dampen Song Shouzhen's enthusiasm, so he said: "The current plan is to write four thousand-character essays."
"General, don't worry. What should I write? Four or six sentences in parallel prose, with two pairs of relatively flat rhetoric?"
"No need, the writing is easy to understand and the words are meaningful. Just listen to the title."
Liu Chengzong laughed, raised his hand and made four characters, saying: "Four articles, why are the titles hungry for the people, why to starve the army, how to calm the people, why to raise the army, what can be done?"
Song Shou is really stupid.
He thought Liu Chengzong wanted to write prose, and the co-author wanted to write policy essays!
Song Shouzhen felt that Mr. Yang might be more reliable in this matter.
Liu Chengzong saw that he was in trouble and raised his hand and said: "Don't worry, I will tell you how to write it. These things don't need to be written in depth... huh?"
While the two were talking, Fan Sanlang walked into the courtyard and said: "Commander, Ren Qianhu is here."
Ren Quan'er?
Liu Chengzong was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
Ren Quan'er had just arrived the afternoon before yesterday and said that he had changed places and he wanted to come and recognize the door. However, because of the long distance, he hurried back after half an hour.
This place is 130 to 40 miles away from Ansaisuo. Even if you are riding a horse, you have to change horses.
Why did I just come here the day before yesterday and come again today?
Is something going to happen?
Liu Chengzong asked Song Shouzhen to wait and walked out of the courtyard. As soon as he reached the door, he raised his eyes and looked to the west.
Good guy, Ren Quan'er didn't come alone. He brought four horses, eight horses and two mules.
The mule was loaded with two baskets full of things.
Liu Chengzong was so frightened that he hurriedly walked towards him. When he got closer, he asked, "What's going on with you? What happened?"
"Ah?"
Ren Quan'er was stunned for a moment when he was asked, then he laughed stupidly, turned over and saluted, and then said: "I came here the day before yesterday to see that the commander was injured, so I asked someone to go back to the station and bring something over." p>
After saying that, Ren Quan'er leaned forward and asked, "Sir, am I late?"
"It's not too late."
It was the first time Liu Chengzong experienced this kind of treatment, and he was a little embarrassed, but he adjusted his attitude in the blink of an eye, waved his hand and said with a smile: "The wound hasn't healed yet."
"If it's not healed, it's better that it's not healed..."
Ren Quan'er agreed with a smile, his expression condensed, he paused and smiled again: "The humble post should come a few days later, and it will be healed a few days later, which is also a good thing."
"Hahaha!"
He made Liu Chengzong laugh, so he took his hand and led him towards the battalion headquarters. As he walked, he said: "You came just in time. I plan to write a few articles for the wounded soldiers. Can you listen to them together when you come?"
"Ah!" Ren Quan'er nodded quickly: "I am humble enough to listen to my superiors' teachings!"
Really, when it comes to Bing Youzi who smells like the remnants of feudalism, the young Ren Quan'er is the most conspicuous one Liu Chengzong has seen.
He had been exposed to it all the time in the guardhouse since he was a child, and all kinds of clichéd honorifics seemed to have come naturally, without any need for thinking.
When we walked to the camp headquarters, the two mules unloaded the things on their backs. Fan Sanlang helped them move down, staring while moving.
Let Quan'er open the items in boxes of various sizes one by one for Chief Liu to take a look at.
Ansai Qianhu's treatment of Liu Chengzong was enough to open Fan Sanlang's eyes. It turned out that the Yonghe Gatekeeper's box of gold was not the only one.
When the big and small boxes were opened, Fan Sanlang was immediately dumbfounded. The boxes were filled with things she had never seen before, especially a huge tiger skull. She was shocked when she opened the box.
"Two tiger tibia bones, a jar of tiger bone medicine roasted in wine, eighteen catties of tiger bone powder, eighteen catties of roasted tiger bones, a pair of tiger skulls, and a piece of tiger skin."
Ren Quan'er was the proudest when talking about these things, and said with a beaming expression: "I heard from the hunters that this beast came in through the mouth and disturbed the peace of several villages in Ansai, so he had to do his humble job to eliminate harm for the people."
This is the first time Liu Chengzong has seen a tiger. The color of this tiger skin is different from the tiger in another memory. It has a light yellow background, very light markings, and a lot of white hair.
Liu Chengzong asked curiously: "I didn't see it. Do you still have the ability to fight tigers?"
"You can't have that kind of skill in a humble job. I hunted in the mountains and brought eight stone-throwing cannons to save the tiger skin. Unfortunately, two of the tibias were broken."
Tiger bone meal Liu Chengzong did know that Mr. Yang had said before that if a person's bones hurt, he could take a little bit of bone meal combined with myrrh, but the cost of taking it was also a matter of money.
Ren Quan'er, this is great, Kuang Kuang got eighteen pounds.
Liu Chengzong thought that his good brother was planning on taking it every day for four years.
Don’t worry about any bone pain in this life.
But Ren Quan'er's performance was not over yet, and boxes of different sizes were opened one after another: "Bird's nests from Nanyang, Amomum villosum from Guangdong and Guangxi, deer antlers from Hainan, ginseng from Liaodong, and camel's hoof from outside the mouth."
Liu Chengzong was stupid.
After a long pause, he asked: "You, how did you get these things?"
"This one was for plundering the smuggling merchants, this one and this one were pretending to be bandits and eating the rich gentleman Ansai, and this one... this camel hoof was given by a subordinate, but no one in a humble office would do it." p>
Liu Chengzong paused for a while and then said: "The people in your asylum can't do it, why do you think the cooks in the Lion Camp can do it?"
There are only two things that the fire soldiers of the Lion Camp are good at, one is horse meat stew, and the other is donkey meat burned.
If it weren't for He Huchen's group of soldiers who defected with the Ningxia soldiers, Liu Chengzong always thought they were eating authentic Baoding donkey meat cooked on fire.
After eating the food cooked by He Huchen and his friends, Liu Chengzong realized that what they had been eating was Henan donkey meat, a famous dish in northern Shaanxi.
Of course, compared to the fact that these gangs brought authentic Baoding fire, Liu Chengzong was more concerned that they were from Baoding and that they would have the opportunity to meet Emperor Chongzhen in the future and not get lost when entering Beizhi.
"Just for fun, sir, give it a try."
This kid brought a lot of supplements. Liu Chengzong felt that these things were just to make his nose bleed.
How should I put it, his heart is actually quite complicated.
Everyone has an id, ego, and superego. Faced with this situation, his superego feels guilty and ashamed at the moral level, while his id feels complacent about having power.
And his ego, his ego is analyzing how many broken bones and traumatized soldiers in the Lion Camp can be helped by these tiger bones and supplements.
These things were completed almost instantly. Liu Chengzong patted Ren Quan'er on the shoulder, praised him, and then said to the guard at the gate of the camp headquarters: "Keep the tiger skin for me, and move the others to the outpost and sick camp."
, let the doctor use it as appropriate."
After that, he turned to Ren Quan'er and said, "This reminds me, I forgot to tell you when you came over the day before yesterday. I will ask someone to bring me some red dye later."
Ren Quan'er agreed immediately.
It rained heavily in those days, and the color of Hongqi's mane faded. I took the time to dye it again.
After these things were done, several stunned country bumpkins sat in the courtyard of the battalion headquarters with Ren Qianhu, listening to Liu Chengzong's instructions to Song Shouzhen.
"Why starve the people, why starve the army, why calm the people, and why raise the army? These four questions are intertwined, so the order of writing should be the same."
While he was talking, Song Shouzhen was taking notes. Ren Quan'er, Fan Sanlang, the Han brothers, and Zhong Bao were all sitting in a row beside him, with their faces covered.
"Why did the hungry people come about? There was no money in the imperial court, so the money was spent on the feudal kings and the officials were corrupt. For this reason, they imposed excessive taxes and did not provide tax exemptions or provide disaster relief. Therefore, the people were unable to fight against the drought, and a large number of hungry people appeared."
"Why did the Hungry Army arise? The people's livelihood was poor and they were unable to pay for food. The imperial court had insufficient financial resources and misappropriated military expenditures. As a result, the soldiers had neither pay nor food. In the long run, the military strength declined."
After Liu Chengzong finished speaking, he looked at Song Shouzhen and said: "We must let the soldiers and the people know who harmed them. It was the ruthless emperor, the unjust court, the incompetent princes, and the unworthy gentry."
Song Shouzhen had never written anything like this in his life. He wrote down all the key points Liu Chengzong said with an extremely serious expression.
This is difficult for him because he is trying hard to curb his wandering thoughts.
He felt the power of Tao and was relieved at the same time.
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The emergence of people like them is natural and logical... rather than being rebellious by nature.
At least for Song Shouzhen, although his article has not yet been written, he has already let go of his inner guilt for the world.
As for Fan Sanlang and the Han brothers, they were witnesses of this military-civilian disaster and felt the same thing, but the development of things had never been so clear.
Ren Quan'er is completely immune to these things.
Drought, corruption, and the feudal lord have nothing to do with him.
Chief Liu was the first person to treat him as a human being, knowing that he needed to rest when he was tired, that his wounds would hurt, and that he needed to be treated when he was sick.
After living for more than ten years, he realized for the first time that he was also a human being. Looking around the world, there was only one person in the world who regarded him as a human being.
Does it matter whether the person is an official or a thief, whether he speaks, sings, or curses?
Not important.
Ren Quan'er stood up and said: "Sir Liu is right!"
Liu Chengzong thought he felt the same way, so he patted his shoulder seriously and nodded heavily.
He said: "Look, this is power! The power of making people feel the same way!"
Song Shouzhen deeply agreed.
After he finished recording, Liu Chengzong continued: "I haven't thought about the issue of raising troops yet, but the general idea is along this line, but it is very important to stabilize the people. This is an explanation, an explanation of the soldiers."
"It's not about how to calm the people. Everyone knows how to calm the people. What we want to talk about is why we need to calm the people. It's not just to let more people live, but also to fight against our enemies."
"Everyone must understand that the imperial court is unable to solve the problem. There will be more and more refugees, more and more retired officers and soldiers, and the nobles and the court hawks who are at the end of their lives will inevitably be killed."
"As this battle continues for a long time, one will ebb and the other will increase, and our generation will surely be invincible!"