Da Yu'er sat in the courtyard in a daze, under a touch of the sunset, the perfect side face made Ning Zhiyuan a little moved, as a man who had already opened meat, he hadn't touched a woman for more than a month, and he couldn't help but think about it.

"You're here." Da Yu'er said very casually, her attitude was much better, she had figured it out these days, whether she was indifferent or enthusiastic, ignoring or attaching importance to it, it had no effect on the bastard in front of her, she was just torturing herself.

Ning Daguan slowly walked into the small courtyard and sat down as well.

"Why are you asking us about the situation in Mongolia today?" She was still a little curious in her heart, but she didn't think that Ning Zhiyuan could tell her.

"Sell you grain." Ning Zhiyuan replied briefly, he was still happy to see that Da Yu'er had become so well-behaved, and today she explained the situation in Mongolia in detail, so that Ning Zhiyuan could understand it more clearly.

A glint flashed in Da Yu'er's beautiful eyes, "Really? ”

"Really."

"Then you sell this. Country. Thief. Da Yu'er's face suddenly changed and said.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't care, "I'm just exchanging food for your horses and then training to serve the country." ”

"Is there a deal with our tribe?"

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head, he sold it to one person, that No. 19 was definitely not from the Horqin tribe, he asked.

Da Yu'er sighed, and then looked at the sky with her chin a little bored.

And Ning Zhiyuan looked at the woman in front of him with some concentration, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, since ancient times, she has a thin life, and Da Yu'er is the exception, the exception of the exception, can control a country by one person.

After a long time, when the last sunset disappeared, Ning Zhiyuan also stood up, "If you have been so well-behaved, I will return you to the person you like." ”

Da Yu'er's silent pretty face trembled, and she looked at Ning Zhiyuan with some puzzlement.

"Dolgon." Ning Zhiyuan glanced at the woman with a little meaning and left.

The sun has just set on the horizon, and the moon has not yet risen, and there is no light. Da Yu'er was thinking about her thoughts with a complicated expression.

In the autumn and winter, the matter of reclaiming wasteland was carried out in an orderly manner, and all the 40,000 troops were off-duty for training, and Ning Zhiyuan was arranged into four teams of 8,000 men and 5,000 cavalrymen, and the other 3,000 people were selected from the 40,000 people who were the most capable of fighting, which was the general existence of special forces.

And Li Jun has always been a man who has no goals, and now he has a goal, so Ning Zhiyuan can't see him all day long, and his goal is very vague, it seems to be endless, like Ning Zhiyuan just tries his best to practice martial arts, what is the result, I don't know, don't force it.

The walls of Ningxia Wei seem to be in disrepair. Ning Zhiyuan organized people to repair it almost as soon as he took office, but it was never completed, which is one of the reasons why the Mongols came to take a turn and He Huchen withdrew from time to time.

At the beginning of the third year of Chongzhen, Ningxia Weinei.

Autumn is about to pass, Ning Zhiyuan feels it, winter is coming, and Ningxia Weili can't feel it.

The homeless people in the streets are gone, the houses are almost dilapidated, and although the bazaar is still depressed, the eyes of pedestrians radiate hope.

The prefect's yamen, in the courtyard of the merchant's sisters.

In order to repay Shang Jinglan's miraculous prescription, Ning Zhiyuan made two swings, one large and one small, with his own hands, and let the two girls sway on them when they were idle, although they were idle all day long.

Ning Daguan looked at the two happy girls with a smile on his face, and his body was faintly sore, but it was really much stronger, and it was no problem to deal with a strong soldier now, right?

"Jing Wei, are you happy now?" Ning Zhiyuan said, a very philosophical question. He could feel that this little girl was very attached to him, but she never stuck to him like Xing Yuan, a very unique girl.

"Happiness? What is happiness? A more philosophical question, Shang Jingwei was very puzzled, she had never heard of this term, she was only nine years old this year.

Ning Zhiyuan was stunned and didn't answer, because he didn't know what to say, the so-called experts and professors in later generations studied non-stop propositions, and even arranged a happiness index table to solve this problem?

Shang Jingwei giggled.

When this word was said for the first time, the girl felt something in her heart, an indescribable feeling, but Ning Zhiyuan's embarrassment made her amused.

Maybe that's happiness.

Shang Jinglan tilted her head against the rope, with a happy smile on her face, and didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two of them, her relationship with Ning Zhiyuan was like a separation, and she didn't care much about Ning Zhiyuan in normal times.

"What are you thinking?" Ning Zhiyuan asked curiously.

Shang Jinglan didn't seem to hear Ning Zhiyuan's words, or heard them, anyway, she didn't answer, Ning Zhiyuan had long been accustomed to it.

It was very cold in winter, and a maid came to report that Chen Biao was coming, Ning Zhiyuan nodded and left, and he only had some leisure when his body was sore.

"Sister, are you thinking about Brother Qi?" Seeing Ning Zhiyuan's back walking away in a hurry, Shang Jingwei asked.

Shang Jinglan was in a trance for a moment, she didn't know how to answer, in fact, she just wanted to watch Ning Zhiyuan being left out, but if she denied it, her sister would inevitably guess something, so she didn't speak.

Shang Jingwei looked very mature at this time, shook her head and said, "There will always be times when you regret it, Brother Ning is the best person in the world." She had already acquiesced to Shang Jinglan, and the little swing swung briskly again.

Shang Jinglan felt a little panicked when she heard her sister's words, and got off the swing and pinched Shang Jingwei's little face, unhappy.

Chen Biao generally doesn't come to him at this time because he just masochized himself yesterday, just woke up today, and the day after tomorrow he will start training again, the recovery cycle has been shortened to once every three days, and trivial matters will be dealt with tomorrow.

So there should be something important.

"Childe, an army has appeared thirty miles north of the Acropolis of Ningxia, about four thousand people, Mongols." Chen Biao said with some excitement, these days have been training all day, and the bones are about to rust, and there is finally a fight.

It didn't seem to be any danger, Ning Zhiyuan thought for a while and said, "Chen Biao, do you want the scouts to make the detective range larger." "He realized the superiority of information first.

Chen Biao shook his head, "No matter how big it is, it will be difficult to transmit information, and it is already very difficult for twenty miles." ”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, he thought of the beacon tower, the Mongols are not good at attacking cities, if you build a strong beacon tower, it will be huge, but it can not be completed in a short time.

"We now have more than 8,000 cavalry, can we beat these 4,000?" Ning Zhiyuan felt that he rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Biao, the Mongolians grew up on horses since childhood, which is something that these people who have just trained can fight against, even if the previous veterans want to fight against the Mongols, they can't take advantage, three thousand horses are Mongolian horses that have been traded.

"It's still the safest defense of the city."

"Childe, we can select more than a thousand people to sneak attack. Then head back to the city. Chen Biao said as a matter of course, he naturally knew the way

Chen Biao took the order and waited for the Mongols not far outside the city.

Regarding this incident, Ning Zhiyuan felt that they might have come for their own grain, not the dilapidated Ningxia Wei before, or maybe the matter of the transaction had spread throughout the Mongolian steppe, and someone had come to fight the autumn wind.

The corners of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth hooked up and thought.

The Ningxia Guard City that has been repaired, plus there are so many people in the city, the Mongolian tribe wants to take advantage of it here, and dream of it, but the cavalry still has to be trained and matured as soon as possible.

Ning Zhiyuan dragged his still sore body and walked out, this station can make the people of Ningxiawei come back to life completely.