Chapter seven hundred and forty third triumphant return to Beijing
"Lao Yang, now that we are neighbors, it is much easier to travel between us."
Yang Lin said proudly, and after speaking, he glanced at Yang Ziqian. This grandson had been wandering at sea for so long, and he hurried over as soon as he landed ashore.
Although Gaoli and Shenyang Mansion are right next to each other and it is not troublesome to go there, it can be seen that he is really anxious.
He holds Cui Hongxu's card in his hand and can put it back to Korea at any time. At that time, Yang Ziqian's good days will be over.
At present, it seems that Goryeo's generals with nothing to lose and the soldiers who fled in the face of the wind are not able to put down this civil war.
If Cui Hongxu is allowed to lead people to start a quarrel, who knows when it will subside. By then he will depose the King of Goryeo and his dream of becoming the King of Joseon will be shattered.
Yang Ziqian quickly smiled and said: "The young master's subordinate Hu Ben was so brave that in just a few months, he killed the Tartar thief chieftain into ashes. This kind of feat is incomparable even to the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty."
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and asked: "When you go and come back, you can't be here to flatter me, right? If you have anything to do, tell me."
Yang Ziqian thought to himself, what's the point of saying anything, but he didn't dare to show any resentment on his face, he just lowered his eyebrows and said submissively: "Young Master, that Cui..."
Yang Lin waved his hand and interrupted him: "Don't worry about Cui Hongxu. Didn't I tell you everything? Why, you can't trust me?"
"Trust it, trust it, hehe. The villain came across the river this time mainly to congratulate you for annihilating the Jurchens and destroying the rebellious Jin Kingdom."
Yang Ziqian didn't dare to say that he couldn't believe him, but in his heart he couldn't believe it.
Whoever can trust him will have a good end? Looking at Khitan, Xixia, Dali, Tubo, Jiaozhi...
Now that it's Gao Li's head, it's hard to guarantee that people won't have other thoughts.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Didn't I tell you that to develop these places now, we need Korean civilians to build cities. The shortage of manpower has reached an extremely urgent level. If Cui Hongxu is dealt with at this time, the civilians will start to make trouble. I
Of course I will help you suppress it, but who will do all the work?"
"But since you're here, don't rush back. Just go back to Bianliang with me."
"To be honest, something big is going to happen in Bianliang." He glanced around, raised his palms, and said to Yang Ziqian: "I want to accept the abdication and ascend to the throne. When the time comes, I will write an edict and wish you a better future.
Guarding Goryeo for generations and ruling the people of Goryeo."
Yang Ziqian never dreamed that he would be informed of such a confidential matter in advance.
It was hard to suppress his excitement, and he wished he could show his respect to you now. Yang Lin waved his hand, indicating that he should keep a lower profile.
Yang Ziqian nodded quickly, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
Who would have thought that in just a few years, the once arrogant Song, Liao, and Jin... would actually perish one after another.
In the end, the territory and territory of these three families all belonged to the man in front of him.
If I change my surname to Yang, wouldn't I be able to claim that I am blood related to the royal family of the Central Plains?
In his heart, Yang Ziqian shouted loudly for his foresight.
After sending away the still excited Yang Ziqian, Yang Lin breathed a long sigh of relief. This time he could fool him.
Every time Yang Ziqian came here, he would cut off the flesh and bleed it, but he still came tirelessly to deliver treasures, beauties, husbandmen, and strong men. I was almost moved by him.
I can't say that I want to give him some sweetness, and he is not stupid. He will definitely not talk nonsense. It is equivalent to sending him away without giving anything for no reason.
However, in building the city in Liaodong, the common men and young men of Korea were indeed the main force.
These labor forces are indispensable at the moment. Otherwise, if we use domestic workers, we don’t know how much money and food it will cost.
The New Deal was promulgated not long ago, and in order to maintain its authority, it will never be changed at will.
As a result, the civilian husbands recruited by the Song Dynasty had to be settled according to the official salary.
After Yang Ziqian went out, Yang Lin pressed his forehead and frowned in thought.
There is no way to continue like this. There will be no shortage of big projects in the future. If we can blackmail Goryeo and squeeze them again and again, I guess they will really be squeezed dry.
It seems that a group of professional and large-scale teams will be recruited to complete the infrastructure construction in the next few years.
Are these people attached to the imperial court and recruited as engineering soldiers, or are they given to the private sector to set up factories one by one, and then the imperial court invites bids...
Both ideas have their own pros and cons, and Yang Lin couldn't make up his mind for a while, but each one is a better idea at the moment.
The development of Liaodong alone may require decades of continuous improvement, or even the efforts of several generations.
In addition, there is also the southwest, which is about to undergo large-scale land reform and return it to the current situation. It is necessary to build cities, build roads, and improve transportation.
Not to mention the establishment of the Five Capitals and the construction of the new capital city after moving the capital, both require a lot of manpower.
This would require cooperating with schools across the country. If recruitment is through the ranks, it would also have to coordinate with the Ministry of War and the Privy Council. Just thinking about it is a headache.
Whether to let the private sector develop and survive and eliminate the fittest, or whether to let the government completely control it, is the problem that I want to solve most at the moment.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin remembered his original motto again: when in doubt, you can ask Cai Jing...
It’s time to return to Bianliang!
When he left, he had all the power in the world, and when he returned, he was wearing a yellow robe.
The government office lobby in Shenyang Mansion has been built, and Yang Lin summoned the civil servants and generals here.
Those who could come were all important ministers or the young prime minister's relatives, and everyone had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Yang Lin stood up and coughed lightly.
The lobby suddenly became quiet, everyone raised their eyes and looked at Yang Lin.
"Everyone, thanks to the sacrifice of the officers and soldiers of the three armies and the efforts of the civil and military officials, the Liao land has now been leveled. We have conquered such a vast territory, but we cannot abandon it and allow another strongman to march south."
"Since we want to manage it, it must be the same as in the Central Plains. I plan to establish two provinces here to delineate the boundaries of Changchun and Shenyang. I will decide in detail later. For now, I will use Huntong River and Changbai Mountain as the boundaries.
Zongze was appointed governor of the two provinces, and his troops were placed under the charge of Wu Jie; Wu Jie was the governor of the two provinces, taking charge of the troops staying here; Yao Pingzhong led his troops back to Datong to guard Yunnei; the troops of the northwest tribes, generals
The merit books will be reported and registered, and returned to their respective household registration places."
Han Shizhong listened for a long time and couldn't help but asked: "Young Zai..."
Yang Lin glared at him and said: "Han Shizhong has dismissed the post of Grand Marshal of Hebei Youyan Army and Horses. This is a temporary position and will not be established in the future. Hebei and Youyan Army and Horses are each under the management of the local governor."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at Han Shizhong and said, "Follow me back to Bianliang and listen to me."
Han Shizhong was ecstatic. At this moment, he had already begun to figure out where to order the tables, chairs and benches in the Privy Council, and what materials they would need.
His generals were also very happy. From then on, the Privy Council had a backer.
"We defeated the Jurchen Tatars and destroyed the Jin Kingdom, but we have not yet reached the point where we have put our weapons into the treasury and released our horses into Nanshan. There are many tribes here, but they have not completely surrendered, Wu Jie!"
"The end will be here."
"You are guarding here and you must not be benevolent as a woman. Remember one sentence: Anyone who ignores the imperial court's orders will be punished for treason."
Wu Jie clasped his fists and accepted the order, and Yang Lin nodded. These two brothers were his own brothers. One was in the Northeast and the other was in the South China Sea. They both commanded armies on the border and overseas.
Is there any risk? Yes, but sometimes it is necessary to use people without suspicion, and without suspicion, otherwise you will be suspicious of everything, and big things will always end in this.
After everything was arranged, on the next day, Yang Lin took the guards of the Long Live Battalion, the soldiers of the Beijing Camp Forbidden Army, as well as Han Shizhong, Yang Ziqian and others, and returned to Beijing in a mighty manner.
This time, all the people along the way stopped to watch these soldiers.
Especially the Youyan and Hebei areas, which had been ruled by foreigners and plundered for hundreds of years, finally saw the Han Dynasty regain its power and completely pacify the northern border.
There was no eating pots of slurry, no cheering, leaning on tree trunks or fences, only the old people who had experienced the border riots and military disasters, wiping their tears in the wind.