In Kunming, there is no winter and it is like spring all year round.
As the most fertile land in Yunnan, this is the main concentration area of Han people and military posts. The land of one mansion is worth half of Yunnan Province.
Sun Kewang looked at the plain more than once. The golden ears of rice had long been harvested, and the platycodon in the rice fields had been dug out by the farmers to loosen the rice fields.
After drying, it can also be used as fuel.
"Your Majesty, Yunnan Prefecture will have a great harvest this summer."
On the side, Wang Zhaolin, who served as the prefect of Yunnan, was full of joy. Following Sun Kewang's gaze, he couldn't wait to say:
"Only Yunnan Prefecture can get one million dan for summer grain. Other prefectures are gradually sending in supplies, and they also have about one million dan. It is enough to feed our 100,000-strong army."
"Yeah?"
Sun Kewang squinted his eyes, his narrow red phoenix eyes looked serious, and his straight aquiline nose made him look even more intimidating:
"Nearly half of the 100,000 troops are native soldiers. How can these people fight?"
As he spoke, he squatted down without any disdain, grasped the dry soil in the rice field, squeezed it, and said: "This kind of good land is much better than Shaanxi."
"There is no way!" Wang Zhaolin sighed: "There was chaos for a while, and many people fled. Only the native soldiers in Yunnan were somewhat powerful, and the Han people were already dead."
When Sun Kewang heard this, he remained silent.
After a long time, he seemed to remember something and said, "Then what did the envoy from the Ming court say?"
"I promised you the title of Duke of Dian and to guard Yunnan."
Wang Zhaolin said reluctantly.
"What about the Mu family?"
“Nature has arrangements!”
Wang Zhaolin sneered and said: "Nanjing is so happy. I'm afraid Mu Tianbo is too happy to miss Shu!"
"The Duke of Dian, guard Yunnan!"
Sun Kewang muttered, the more he chewed, the uglier his face became.
It looked no different from the Mu family's Duke of Guizhou mansion. If it had been the same in the past, he would have obeyed.
However, after getting a taste of the king of Dian, making him the Duke of the country was a bit taken for granted.
"Wu Sangui is a county king, but this Emperor Shaowu can't even bear to part with the title of king, huh!"
Looking at Sun Kewang's face, Wang Zhaolin pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Ming Ting, forget it!"
Sun Kewang snorted coldly, looked at the cloudless sky, and said in a deep voice: "If my foster father dies, can Jianchang survive?"
"Hey, guarding tens of thousands of people, let's make do with it!" Wang Zhaolin chuckled. He really had no interest in that ghost place in Jianchang.
Suddenly, he realized that this sentence was wrong.
Zhang Xianzhong has been away for a month or two. Why does the Dian king bring this up?
"Your Majesty, Daxi is not something that a child can hold up."
Wang Zhaolin hurriedly said: "It's far away in Jianchang, where can we call the capital? It's better to move to Yunnan..."
"Yunnan!" Sun Kewang muttered, his expression changing.
Taking this step means that the small Daxi Imperial Court will be completely in his hands.
Should he proclaim himself emperor? Or should he inherit Zhang Xianzhong's legal tradition? This made Sun Kewang quite confused.
It's a wonderful life in Yunnan, but if we move Jianchang and his party here, there will be a lot of noise.
"Not urgent!"
Sun Kewang opened his mouth and continued: "As for Mingting, continue to negotiate with them, it will be wasteful."
"The longer it takes, the better it is for us."
Wang Zhaolin nodded with some disappointment.
Compared with Zhang Xianzhong who was obsessed with war, although Sun Kewang was mean and stingy, he had great enthusiasm in government affairs.
He changed the previous predatory style of supporting war with war, and instead constantly sorted out the place, cultivated fields and accumulated grain, so as to raise and expand the army.
This is a qualified ruler.
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Shaanxi Xingdu Division, Ganzhou.
Although it is only June, yellow sand has already accumulated all over the ground, and the yellow city of Ganzhou is filled with raging sand.
The door frame was constantly being beaten, and the people pressed against the door, praying in their hearts that the strong wind would go away.
But in Prince Su's Mansion in the city, it was a scene of singing and dancing.
After he was defeated in Xi'an and fled to the northwest, Li Zicheng's personality changed a lot. He became taciturn and became more harsh.
The tolerance of the past is gone.
Therefore, although the dancers in the hall are graceful and graceful, the generals are sitting upright one by one, not daring to go beyond the slightest.
The smaller the court, the more etiquette is needed to instill authority and restrain subordinates.
Li Zicheng recognized this view and acted quickly.
As a result, Emperor Dashun, who came to Ganzhou on a hunting tour, became more and more powerful.
"How is Shaanxi?"
"Your Majesty, You Shiwei and others are in Shaanxi, constantly training troops and eliminating the frontier troops. This cannot be underestimated."
On the side, Song Xiance lowered his head, his mouth full of bitterness.
"So, we can't go back?"
Li Zicheng turned his head and spoke meaningfully.
Sure enough, all the generals under his command were extremely angry, and their suppressed emotions did not dare to explode.
Li Zicheng knew this very well.
Song Xiance continued: "As for the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, there are some troubles across Shanxi, but for Shaanxi, it is just an itch and not fatal."
The Great Wall, which stretches for thousands of miles, has not been repaired for many years, but it was extremely uncomfortable for the Shun army who lacked siege equipment.
When Niu Jinxing saw this, he quickly said: "Although the northwest is barren, there are still millions of people. There are Tatars in the north and ugly Tibetan people in the south. They can all be recruited as soldiers."
"If we gather enough money and food, within two or three years, we will be able to go south and take back our Shaanxi."
The generals listened too much, their ears were calloused, and they could only respond indifferently.
After a long time, Li Zicheng retired, and the banquet became lively.
He wandered alone, and after a while, Song Xiance also came.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing that he was in a worried mood, Song Xiance couldn't help but cup his hands.
"Suggestions, do you think we can go back to Shaanxi?"
Li Zicheng looked at the lanterns hanging high and asked softly.
"Zhu Yixi has already ascended the throne and controls the entire south. I'm afraid it will be difficult."
Song Xiance lowered his head, extremely helpless.
"Ahem!" After hearing this, Li Zicheng couldn't help but cough. A gust of wind blew by, and his voice became louder and louder.
Bend over and keep rising and falling.
After a long time, he calmed down and whispered: "After many years of military service, there are many secret diseases. The next days will be difficult!"
Song Xiance was shocked and did not dare to say anything.
He had no say in the matter of heirs.
In the absence of any heirs, Li Zicheng's youngest brother, Li Zijing, naturally became the first choice.
Although he is a bit vulgar, he doesn't have many faults at all, so he is barely qualified!
But there were also people who were dissatisfied with him and wanted to make Li Zijing's son his heir. Li Zicheng was also tempted.
For a long time, Li Zicheng looked at the starry sky and said in a deep voice: "I seemed to dream about Zhang Xianzhong last night. This old boy may not be able to survive!"
"Offer advice, please explain, what does this mean?"