The battle report sent by the Eastward Army Corps was very brief, just one sentence - "The Army Corps captured Jinzhou yesterday evening."
"Why doesn't Commander Wang write more about such a big matter?"
Queenie felt that Commander Wang of the Eastward March Corps did not know how to be an official. You could only say a few words about defeating the battle, because too many descriptions would easily make His Majesty the Emperor angry. But after winning the battle, he still conquered Jinzhou, the bridgehead of the Eastward March, in three days, and did not give His Majesty the opportunity.
Even if you can describe it in thousands of words in detail, you won’t know how to behave.
"What I want is the result, the process is not important... Commander Wang understands me, he knows that I like practical things."
Jia Liujue is very good, and Wang Fu is worthy of being one of his valued successors, who understands the secret of streamlining.
Lao Ji thought for a while and asked: "Since Jinzhou has been liberated, will the imperial camp be moved to Jinzhou?"
"Got it!"
Jia Liu decided to move to Jinzhou immediately. He had special feelings for Jinzhou, an important town that occupied a large part of the history of the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.
Like Daling River, like Hun River, like Shenyang, like Sarhu...
To future generations, these place names represent heaviness, regret, and unforgettable pain.
Deputy Section Chief Jia is no exception.
Who he is, what blood flows in his bones, what civilization he inherits, and what history he carries, he does not need textbooks to reshape him, nor does anyone need to correct him.
Because his ancestors have been Han Chinese for generations.
Lao Ji, who was well aware of His Majesty's emphasis on efficiency, immediately notified the relevant departments to move. The Ant Village immediately became busy, with large and small cars with various license plates starting to move. It didn't take half an hour for the village to be bustling again.
As pure as ever.
"Your man will be back soon."
Before setting off, Jia Liu specially said a cordial farewell to his landlord, the Hesheli family, and told them that Jinzhou had been liberated and the men who had been drafted in the villages would go home in a few days.
When he left, he also left two five-ounce silver ingots for the Hesheli family to use as accommodation expenses for the past few days, and specially took Queenie to fill the water tank at Hesheli's house.
Old Hesheli was moved to tears, took His Majesty the Emperor's hand and asked him who His Majesty the Emperor was.
"I am Aisin Gioro's good son."
After leaving this extremely simple answer, Jia Liuyi reluctantly said goodbye to the Manchu fellow villagers in the village.
Since the fall of Shenyang and Liaoyang, the wars of the Ming and Qing Dynasties have always centered on Jinzhou. It can be said that this city witnessed the rise of the Qing army and the decline of the Ming Dynasty.
Although Jia Liuchang ridiculed Azu's family as hereditary traitors, objectively speaking, Azu's grandpa Zushou was worthy of the Ming Dynasty.
During the long-term siege by the Qing army, the Mongols in the city wavered and opened the east gate of Jinzhou to surrender. However, even though the Qing army occupied the outer city of Jinzhou, Zu Dashou still led the Ming army to defend the inner city of Jinzhou. Until the Battle of Songshan, Hong Chengchou's army was annihilated, and Jinzhou City once again
After falling into the tragedy of cannibalism, Zu Dashou was forced to surrender to the Qing Dynasty.
"You still have to evaluate your birthday objectively."
On the post road leading to Jinzhou, on an ordinary carriage piled with grain and grass, Jia Liu suddenly got up from the grain bag and said something to Lao Ji who was sitting in front driving the carriage inexplicably.
"drive!"
While driving the carriage, Lao Ji turned his head backward and asked His Majesty the Emperor, who was lying on the carriage and looking at him: "What kind of objective law? I have already tampered with Jia Hanfu's life, so I can't make up my ancestor's birthday anymore."
"You think of a way. You don't have to make it up. You can refine the shining points. Avoiding the truth means you don't understand. That means you don't deny that Zu Dashou surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and became a traitor, but you also don't deny that Zu Dashou fought against the Qing army before he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.
Heroic deeds, history, should be rough rather than detailed, and should be viewed in stages."
Jia Liu didn't ask how to compile it specifically, otherwise what would he do to support Lao Ji?
"I am the prime minister and deputy minister of the cabinet, not the emperor's official scholar!"
I don't know whether he was dissatisfied with the emperor asking him to drive the carriage, or he was dissatisfied with the emperor asking him to write and make up nonsense. For the first time, Lao Ji raised his neck to show his resistance to the emperor.
Then the Sixth Emperor straightened up, looked at him maliciously and asked, "Old Ji, how did my father push you out of the carriage?"
"Um?"
Lao Ji lost his momentum and said sarcastically: "I think of a way, as long as the propaganda can keep up, the emperor can let Zu Dashou and Yue Wumu have the same name."
"You know how to publicize."
Jia Liu's expression couldn't help but soften, and Lao Ji improved again. He actually knew that the truth was not important, but who told it was important.
The people are ignorant, and even a nation with thousands of years of civilization can break their bones, tamper with their heritage, destroy their civilization, and obliterate their national pride in just a few decades.
This has been proven countless times by Chinese and foreign history.
The Qing Dynasty played this very clearly.
He was quick to speak and said with admiration: "You Ji can understand this, which means you are not far from Siberia."
Lao Ji heard Hu Tu: "What Siberia?"
"Uh...that means you're not far from Uncle Feng."
Jia Liu coughed slightly, changed the subject, and told Lao Ji: "In addition, let the National History Museum and the Hanlin Academy organize another team to prepare "History of the Qing Dynasty" and strive to complete the manuscript within one year."
"The Qing Dynasty is not dead. Is it too early to compile history?"
Lao Ji's head hurts.
Jia Liu said casually: "Come on, it's not a bad thing to prepare in advance."
Lao Ji said "Oh": "Then when does the emperor plan to crown the king of subjugation?"
"What coronation? Why do you, Lao Ji, carry a gun and a stick when you talk? It sounds weird to me..."
Just as he was talking, the grain truck turned around, and an acquaintance appeared in his sight. He couldn't help but say hello to him in the car: "Brother Fu, what a coincidence, you are also going to Jinzhou?"
"You can either call me eldest brother or gang leader. What does it mean to call you deputy gang leader? I want to call you the fake emperor. Are you happy?"
The old rich man on the luxurious carriage was very unhappy with the greetings given by his six sons.
"Huh?...That makes sense."
Jia Liu laughed "haha" and said, "By the way, how is Lao Chen doing?"
"good."
The old rich man took out his snuff bottle and took a sip. He immediately shivered and became energetic.
"I want to break the cyclical theory of the feudal dynasty. Don't use other methods to harm him, let alone tempt him to commit crimes. Guide him well and make progress together. Wouldn't it be great?"
While he was talking, a gust of northwest wind blew up. Jia Liu couldn't help but shiver because of the cold. He quickly bent down, put his sleeves in his big cotton-padded jacket and continued to take a nap.
Lao Ji didn't say anything. He looked at the old man Zhang Jia, who was dressed in mink velvet, with a dozen big East beads hanging around his neck, and holding a hand warmer in his hand. Then he looked at the old man Zhang Jia who was buried in a grain bag with his neck curled up from the cold so that his nose would run.
When His Majesty the Emperor came out, a question lingered in his mind.
Who is this beggar?
What do the Six Devils want to do by abusing themselves so much?