After some warm words and a few words of encouragement, Zheng Zhilong walked out of the Yamen with caution.
Outside, a tall figure stood with a little caution and concern. It was not until he saw his figure that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Father!" Zheng Sen hurriedly walked up.
"Let's go!" Zheng Zhilong got on the carriage, his white temples showing some doubts:
"You have been in Nanjing for a long time, how confident are you about the imperial court?"
"It should be 90%."
Hearing this, Zheng Sen thought for a moment and then said decisively.
"Oh? He's stronger than Emperor Hongguang now, but he's not that much stronger, right?"
Zheng Zhilong's back is slightly curved, his skin is rough, and his eye bags are deep, but he is energetic. At this moment, his eyes burst out with a particularly sharp edge.
This is asking.
Feeling the pressure, Zheng Sen raised his head, his face full of affirmation.
Of course Zheng Sen knew what his father meant. Once the ship of the Zheng family had chosen a direction, it would be difficult to turn around easily, especially in such a political situation where families were exterminated and exterminated.
"Not to mention the immorality of the establishment of slaves, the Ming Dynasty is the master. Let's say that today's rise from humble beginnings to the supreme is full of legends."
When Zheng Sen opened his mouth, he did not give a military explanation, because war on land is different from that at sea.
On the sea, the more ships and people there are, the stronger the strength, but on land there are too many determining factors.
So he surrendered to his father's favor and talked about the emperor's life experience.
"In the 16th year of Chongzhen, he went from being a medical officer to Hanzhong and Huguang. In just four or five years, he traveled thousands of miles across several provinces and killed slave kings. It can be said that he made great military achievements."
Zheng Sen said slightly exaggeratedly.
Zheng Zhilong nodded slightly: "Looking at it this way, I really have great luck today."
"How does this resemble Guangwu of the Han Dynasty? It's like a divine blessing."
Zheng Sen quickly said: "Now that I have left Nanjing and settled in Yangzhou, my luck has given me more courage. How can I not win?"
"you are right!"
Zheng Zhilong nodded, and then added: "But you forgot, the imperial court also has the Yangtze River Navy."
"In just two years, the Yangtze River Navy has crossed the river, and I even saw artillery on it. It must have learned the craftsmanship of the Westerners!"
As he spoke, he said with a proud look on his face: "For the moment, let alone anything else, the Jiannu slaves cannot cross the Yangtze River just with these ships."
"My father is wise!" Zheng Sen showed an expression of surprise at the right time and raised his hands in praise.
"I've also read books."
Zheng Zhilong looked slightly interested and said: "Even if the imperial court today is not as good as the Guangwu Emperor of the Han Dynasty and the rise of the Zhong Dynasty, it can still be like the Southern Song Dynasty, dividing half of the country."
"Even if Fujian is in the south, our Zheng family still has to rely on the imperial court!"
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, this bet was a sure bet.
Turning around, a doctor from the Ministry of War suddenly came to the door, discussed sea trade, and asked about Korea and Japan.
Zheng Zhilong looked confused about this, but still said truthfully:
"North Korea is sluggish and has not gained much, so it does not run much. Japan has a lot of gold and silver, but it runs frequently."
"That's good!"
The doctor took a breath and spoke in a consultative tone:
"Your fleet can carry some supplies to Pi Island on its way to North Korea..."
Zheng Zhilong naturally agreed to the imperial court's mission.
However, he immediately understood the main point: "It seems that the Koreans have already gathered towards the imperial court."
Zheng Sen thought about it and said instead: "In the early years of Chongzhen, Mao Wenlong supervised Pidao. It seems that the imperial court wants to re-establish Pidao!"
"As long as our Zheng family is useful!"
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On the contrary, Zheng Zhilong said happily: "We will definitely be used in many places in the future, and it is always right to have a closer relationship with the imperial court."
"By the way, your master went to Guangxi, next year Enke..."
"It's okay!" Zheng Sen shook his head and said slightly excitedly: "The emperor wants me to participate, so it must be okay."
"That's good!" Zheng Zhilong said happily: "Our Zheng family has another Jinshi, which will make the ancestral graves smoke."
"Hahahaha, a scholarly family is much better than a pirate leader like us."
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"Your Majesty, the Fujian soldiers and horses have been arranged."
Sun Changzhou hurriedly came over and spoke directly to the emperor's heart.
Zheng Zhilong was the Fujian General Soldier personally appointed by Emperor Hongguang. Although these 10,000 troops were considered to be private troops, they were still nominally part of the imperial court.
So the person who came this time was not Zheng Hongkui, but Zheng Zhilong.
"How?" The emperor asked casually, staring at the slightly dilapidated wall and the big tree with few branches and leaves.
"Vulnerable!"
Sun Changzhou said with a slight disdain: "The food and grass are good, but the military discipline is chaotic, the drills are negligent, and the military formation is even more ordinary, which is far worse than the Beijing camp."
"Then let them find a safe place outside the city and set up camp!"
The emperor smiled, and the word safety said everything.
Find a cool and non-threatening place and let the Fujian soldiers and horses take good care of themselves.
"It's such a small matter, I'm afraid you don't need to come here!"
"Your Majesty, Holy Ming!"
Sun Changzhou flattered him and then smiled: "There is news from Huai'an that Bai Wang, Zhao Guangyuan, Li Dingguo, Gao Yigong, etc. ambushed in Shuyang County and attacked and killed two thousand Jian slaves."
"They're all cavalry!"
he added.
"Not bad!" The emperor's lips curled up slightly: "In the past month, I finally heard some good news."
Sun Changzhou thought it was a matter of war, and couldn't help but said: "I heard that the Eight Banners were built with only a hundred thousand people, two thousand today, twenty thousand tomorrow. In a few days, their vitality will be severely weakened, and their destruction is not far away..."
The emperor was unconvinced.
What made him feel gratified was that Li Dingguo did not disappoint him. His famous name in history was not fake.
"By the way, how are Jin Yiwei's arrangements for the uprising of volunteers in various places?"
As part of the war, in Zhu Yixi's view, mobilizing the masses in the rear to raise troops and using the power of the broad masses of the people to deal with the Manchus was no less effective than strengthening a wall and clearing the country.
Hearing this, Sun Changzhou scratched his head and said: "There are quite a few thieves in Shandong Province, and they have also received many lawsuits, but all of them are small rich and do not dare to go down the mountain easily..."
"How can we succeed just by relying on thieves?"
Zhu Yixi hated iron and said angrily:
"Yimin, righteous people, are naturally those local gentry. They read a lot, know loyalty, are rich and powerful, and are much better than those bandits and thieves."
"One of his families is worth ten families of thieves."
"Jinyiwei is doing things like this, it seems that Dongchang still needs to take care of it!"
Sun Changzhou was so frightened that he knelt down. This was the first time that the emperor had criticized him like this.
If there really is a Dongchang Granny in charge, where does he have authority in Jinyiwei?
The emperor felt a little soft-hearted towards his performance, but then he hardened up again.
Isn't this a good opportunity?
Give Sun Changzhou a title and let him leave Jinyiwei.
Letting a relative take charge of Jinyiwei is really a big threat.