Huang Taiji, who was sitting firmly in the camp of the Chinese army, thought that there would be truckloads of gold, silver and grain transported over in a while, and couldn't help but taste tea with Fan Wencheng.

Even sitting on the battlefield of the cold wind and slaughter, Huang Taiji thought that he still drank a little bit of the taste of wind and snow.

Huang Taiji learned from the appearance of the Central Plains celebrities, took a sip, and said with a gentle smile: "Mr. Fan, this time thanks to your planning, the Jurchen ushered in such a great feast. ”

"After the founding of the country, you will be the head of my cabinet."

The founding of the country, what a blood-boiling thing, Huang Taiji didn't dare to think about it in the past, because he didn't have that strength.

After today, it will be a fact.

Dressed in a white robe and holding a white cat in his hand, Fan Wencheng sat elegantly opposite, picked up the teacup, and tasted the tea carefully: "If there is really that day, I don't want to be the first assistant of the cabinet." ”

"I just hope that Long Live Lord can reward me with a piece of land, so that I can pick chrysanthemums under the east fence like Tao Yuanming."

Huang Taiji didn't know Fan Wencheng's thoughts, he was testing himself, worried that he would kill the founding father of the country like Zhu Yuanzhang.

Huang Taiji grabbed Fan Wencheng's arm: "Sir, please rest assured, I am not Zhu Yuanzhang." ”

After saying this, Huang Taiji stood up gracefully and looked at the Zhuangzi field paved with a layer of golden brilliance in the dusk.

In Huang Taiji's eyes, it was not a layer of gold that was paved, but a layer of real gold: "Let's go, Mr. Fan, the time is about the same, let's go and see the carts of gold, silver and grain." ”

As soon as the two of them stood up, they saw not cartloads of gold and silver grain, but one after another of Belle Shells being carried back.

Huang Taiji's first reaction was to fall into an ambush, and immediately held the handle of the sword, and asked with a solemn expression: "What's the matter?" ”

The only Jurchen warrior who didn't go to sack Zhuangzi, Mang Gurtai replied bitterly: "Fourth brother, they just fainted if they didn't get ambushed." ”

Huang Taiji was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and scolded with a smile: "Look at your little bit of talent, aren't you just robbing mountains of gold and silver and grain, how do you look like countrymen who have never seen much of the world." ”

Laughing and scolding, Huang Taiji can also understand them, after all, in these countless Zhuangzi fields, even the straw mats are woven of silk.

When Mang Gurtai saw the expression of the Great Khan, the bitterness on his face became even thicker, and there was a saying that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Huang Taiji regarded all the Jurchens, as well as the men, women and children of the Jurchen tribe and said a great plan, saying that after they came back, the whole Jurchen tribe would no longer have to work and fight, and they would just enjoy it every day.

But the result.

He didn't bring a grain of grain, a penny of gold or silver, and he killed twenty-three of Niu Lu's Eight Banners in battle.

Mang Gurtai really didn't want to tell Huang Taiji the bad news, he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand this blow, so he could only stand there bitterly.

At this moment, a spy handed Fan Wencheng a spy report.

After Fan Wencheng finished reading this spy report, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and his chest was a little out of breath.

After coming over for a long time, Fan Wencheng exhaled lightly and said calmly: "Khan, according to the report of the Jurchen spy, the Ming Dynasty set up a gamble because of a petty official named Zhu Shun. ”

"All the bureaucrats and squires mortgaged the fields of Zhuangzi to the Jin merchants, and moved all the things inside, not to mention grain, gold and silver, not a single straw mat was left."

When the words fell, everyone stared at Huang Taiji nervously, worried that something would happen to him.

Huang Taiji didn't react, but still stood in place with a smile.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Taiji screamed in grief, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

"Zhu Shun child, kill him!"