Qingshan Langlang, the rebel army, no, it can only be called an uprising guerrilla squad, and it is still stuck in the last small camp in Qingshan.

The old man is a stinky chess basket, and the students he teaches are naturally also stinky chess baskets. After a game of chess, the two slowly walked towards a small hill. Li Zicheng has walked many times here, and the bluestone bricks and old brick walls have traces of age. The autumn fog has not yet broken, and the stone steps are wet, mossy and a little slippery.

Li Zicheng subdued the old man, and the two walked to the highest point of the mountain bag, which was a ruined ancient city wall, perhaps, there was a fierce battle here. Now the green mountains are still there, and the white bones are full of green mountains. The change of dynasty is inconvenient between the mountains and rivers.

The old man stood on the top of a low hill with his hands on his back, and as far as the eye could see, the entire mountain range was undulating. Like a sleeping dragon, lurking and hibernating.

"Hongji."

"Yes, Strategist." Li Zicheng became more and more respectful, I don't know if it was because he had been displaced for a few months, and his perception of life had changed him a lot, and he even spoke softly.

"Life is like chess, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake. What is most afraid of is not daring to fall behind, and always being confined to a small space, that is the most terrible. Remember the first game I played against you? ”

"Yes."

"How do you think about it now?" The old man asked with a smile.

Li Zicheng replied honestly: "It's a little ridiculous. ”

The old man's eyes were exceptionally bright in the autumn mist, and he said, "No, that is the most wonderful game of chess I have ever seen." A person who can't play chess, in the face of an old chess player with superb chess skills, can actually follow his heart. Playing murderously, shogi to the last move, this is a kind of momentum in itself, you know? ”

The old man's back was facing Li Zicheng. The wind is blowing. The old man's hair was slightly fluttering, and his clothes were fluttering, as if he was enjoying the vitality that nature brought him. As for Li Zicheng, he is reminiscing about the words of this old man who thinks he is superb in chess. Although he didn't think that this old man's chess skills were very good, but the meaning of it. He understood.

"I don't know how to play chess." This sentence came out of the old man's mouth, which seemed a little funny, but there was no trace of amusement in the old man's tone, "I remember the first time I sat in front of the chessboard. It was a game against my master, and when I got to the thirtieth hand, I gave up and conceded defeat. Because he is like a mountain, and I am overwhelmed. ”

"Later, my master told me that he didn't know how to play chess. The most terrible thing about people is that they are afraid of themselves. I was afraid of this and that, and I didn't even do it, so I denied myself. Can you go on this way? So, when I played chess with you kid for the first time, I was optimistic about you. Now. It's the same. ”

Li Zicheng looked at the sun plate that was about to break through the fog and said, "Strategist, if I say that this country will respect me in the future, do you believe it?" ”

"The old man believed."

"The world will need me to save it, do you believe it?"

"The old man believed." The old man's tone revealed great trust. "But do you believe it yourself?" ”

The old man turned around, looked at Li Zicheng and said, "You're here." It's not strength, it's opportunity. So. Don't let setbacks kill you. If one day, you really believe what you just said. Plant the seeds on that day and wait for the harvest. As for your patience, it will determine how much you reap. But if that seed is not buried, it is doomed to no harvest. ”

Li Zicheng bowed and said, "I've been taught." ”

"Haha, the old man didn't teach you anything at all. When it comes to marching and fighting, the old man doesn't know as much as you. You just have to remember that a sharp blade, in the hands of waste, can not exert its power in any way, but in the hands of a strong person, a branch is a sharp weapon. Remember, nothing is more important than believing in yourself! ”

The old man put his hands behind his back and left slowly, humming softly in his mouth: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure of right and wrong is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times." On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

Li Zicheng stood on the low mountain for a long time and asked himself, "Do I believe it?" ”

At the foot of the mountain a little farther away, the shadows of officers and soldiers faintly appeared. Li Zicheng's black hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his gaze became even deeper.

Finally, he seemed to figure it out, figured it out, and mustered up courage.

So he shouted to the foot of the mountain: "We have surrendered!" ”

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Without money, it is really difficult to move an inch in the Jinling territory. However, Yang Fan is very rich, and he made a big gamble, and the 70,000 taels of silver are enough for him to do a lot of things. If it is convenient, not far from the Confucius Temple, buy a house, 70,000 taels, which is more than enough. If you want to save money, it's not impossible to live in Zhonglou or the shop you just bought, but Yang Fan still bought a big manor on the outskirts of the city. All those craftsmen were relocated here, where they were fed, clothed, housed, and transported.

First, I can fully control the production progress, and second, the suburbs are empty and comfortable. Within a few days, the glass, cement and soap production lines were set up. What is cement used for? Of course, the mouth of the kiln has been renovated.

Yang Fan suddenly found that he had recruited twenty craftsmen was still a little less, and immediately recruited more than twenty, and asked those "old drivers" to take them to work together. At first, those "old drivers" looked sad and gloomy one by one, thinking that Yang Fan was going to drive them and replace them with some new people, but later found that this workload, twenty people is really not enough.

Yang Fan is definitely not a black-hearted businessman, and the accommodation for those artists and craftsmen is also extremely comfortable. This large manor was originally a large family, a manor for more than 100 people to live. Later, it gradually fell into loneliness, and the owner of the manor has been looking for a suitable buyer, and the price is moderate and cannot be negotiated. It wasn't until this time that he negotiated the price with Yang Fan, and also sold all the 100 acres of idle land on one side to Yang Fan.

Before and after, it also cost Yang Fan nearly 10,000 taels of silver.

However, the 10,000 taels of silver were worth it, which still made Yang Fan very satisfied. Not long ago, Sun Chengzong in Ningyuan and Zu Dashou in Dalinghe both wrote to Yang Fan and told Yang Fan about the current situation in Liaodi. Now east of Linghe City, the entire southern and eastern Liaoning have fallen. What they meant was that Yang Fan could go to Liaodi and help them.

After Yang Fan finished reading it, he quietly burned the letter. Sit in the study. Although it is on the outskirts of the city, the owner of the manor, the ancestors must have also been dignitaries. The study was elegantly furnished, and after receiving 10,000 taels of silver, the down-and-out owner handed over the title deed, and the gold and silver were soft, and he left, and did not want anything else, and took the family to run to a rich life.

In fact, Yang Fan still underestimated the purchasing power of silver. For such a manor, if the price is pressed, it can still be bought for eight thousand taels. But Yang Fan didn't care about the two thousand taels of silver.

He squinted and thought quietly. He had long expected that the situation in Liaodi would be like this, and I am afraid that the next step would be to transfer Cao Wenzhao from Henan to Liaodi to supervise Liao. Those who are dealing with the rebel army should be Hong Chengchou and Lu Xiangsheng. Yang Fan can see the situation clearly, because he knows the original trajectory of history. Understand what to do first and what to do later.

The situation in Liaodi is changing rapidly, and since it cannot be won in the short term, it is necessary to ease the internal contradictions. But right now, how much can Yang Fan do? Is it to exterminate the rebel army, or to stalemate with the wild boar skin in Linghe City?

It's just useless.

Yang Fan's exclusion from the Beijing division is inevitable.

There are too many villains, and capable people are dying on ability. Jealous of geniuses, jealous of capable people, as long as you are not strong enough, so strong that they are not afraid enough, they will kill you. Yang Fan said at the beginning that if he wanted to fight, he had a hundred ways to play with those corrupt and traitorous ministers, but he was not that interested, so he came to Jinling. The only thing that worries him is the brothers who live in the Thirteen Stations, and they don't know what to do.

The more he thought about this, the more irritable his heart became, and he couldn't calm down. Let him lead the troops, really, it is better for Sun Chengzong and Zu Dashou, rather than going over, it is better not to add to the chaos. If he handed over the drawings of the rifle, he wouldn't believe it. There are too many villains, traitors and lackeys are everywhere, once they are handed over, plus those people in the Ministry of Industry will drift layer by layer, and in the end, the cheap ones are still those wild boar skins.

The bullet, Yang Fan has already ordered the craftsman to start developing, there are drawings, plus Sun Yuanhua's remarks, I believe that it will soon be concocted in the same way.

Tuk tuk!

There was a knock on the study door.

Chen Wangting said: "Yang Ye, a Huang scholar from Fujian, I want to see you. ”

This scholar is the middle-aged man with sweet potatoes as a gift that Yang Fan met in front of Dong's mansion. After inquiring on the second day and learning that this sweet potato has a large planting area in Fujian, Yang Fan was overjoyed and immediately decided to buy a large number of sweet potatoes and transport them to the north, as a seed after the beginning of spring next year, or for disaster relief this year.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Got it." Xu Guangqi's agricultural book also mentions sweet potatoes, a species introduced from Luzon. It's just that it hasn't been taken seriously by Zhu Youzhen.

Some county orders in Fujian have long seen the value of sweet potatoes. If you just rely on planting some rice, you can barely be self-sufficient, but there are many Liukou in the southeast coast, and some fields are almost ruined by the Liukou who come up from the mountains and seas. However, the yield of sweet potatoes is amazing, and the taste is sweet, although the size and harvest of the sweet potatoes planted in the mountains are poor, but they can be planted in a large area, which has attracted the attention of the local county order.

Yang Fan walked out of the study, it was almost winter, the sun was shining warmly on his body, Yang Fan was stunned for a while, then sighed, and muttered: "Chopsticks are more important than guns, and finally I will give you a gift, I can't recognize it, you can only blame yourself." He said a word to the sky, and walked to the front of the hall. (To be continued)