"The scenery of Hangzhou is excellent, but compared with the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains in Liaodong, it is insignificant...... The path of the mountains and rivers east of the Sancha River, the height and depth of the Tartar flags, no one in the world knows more than Wenlong...... On the occasion of the erosion of Liao affairs, Wenlong did not dare to use his own comfort and lightness, and scrapped the scriptures...... The Son of Heaven is looking forward to it, the lives of the Dongjiang soldiers are entrusted, the fathers and elders of Liaodong are looking forward to it, and Wenlong is all inscribed within the five, how can he rest his shoulders and let go of the horse because of one family name? …… Inspector Yuan is invited! ”

After carefully saying this, Mao Wenlong drank the wine that he had served for a long time, and then said that he had wine and said goodbye, and did not give Yuan Chonghuan a chance to rap - he was afraid that if he stayed in the tent any longer, the nameless karmic fire in his chest would not last long, and finally broke out and burned this hypocritical decency clean. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he left, there was silence in the tent, except for the crackling of butter torches stuck in the tent walls.

The smile on Yuan Chonghuan's face had frozen, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were uncertain, and the wine glass in his hand was turning unconsciously, and he didn't know what he was thinking; Wu Xiang, who was on the side, quickly came back to his senses and said with an exaggerated expression, "This ...... This Mao general soldier is too ignorant of lifting, right...... The Overseer is thinking about him and his family, why doesn't he know what to do...... Don't be a big man, such a rough person doesn't have to deal with him...... Turning back on his various rudenesses, he will be firmly stamped, and the adults are deeply aware of the holy will, and they will definitely beat him well today......"

He said a lot before, but Yuan Chonghuan didn't react, and it wasn't until this last sentence that he raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Xiang deeply, snorted heavily, and then got up and brushed his sleeves away.

This time the horse was slapped on the horse's hooves, and the eighth monk Wu Xiangzhang couldn't touch his head, and he was still wondering when he followed out of the account: What did he say wrong, and provoked this stubborn donkey from Guangdong again?

Just as the three of them rushed out of the big tent, Mao Wenlong's tent had already lit candles, and the frowning Dongjiang general soldier was sitting in front of the bookcase, grinding ink with his own hands - the first negotiation had been broken, and the future negotiations did not seem optimistic, so he had to make corresponding arrangements, so as not to be caught off guard when he finally tore his face.

Before he came, he thought about the conditions that Yuan Chonghuan might offer, which was nothing more than using grain as weights and mixing sand with sand to Dongjiang Town; The most ruthless move in this sand mixing is nothing more than the dismemberment of Dongjiang Town--under Mao Wenlong, a new deputy general or deputy general is set up, part of the defense area is demarcated, and the food and salary are no longer directly distributed through Phi Dao, so that Yuan Chonghuan can gradually grasp the part that has been carved out in his hands by installing henchmen.

If this is the case, Mao Longwen still has a way to deal with it: if it really doesn't work, he will assign some irrelevant places - such as Lushunkou and Jinshanwei - to Yuan Chonghuan, if you can play, you will play, and if you can't play Yuan Chonghuan, you will have to slap your face.

But he never expected that Yuan Chonghuan would play his cards completely out of common sense, which made him vigilant - if the talks completely collapsed this time, how would this insatiable Yuan barbarian deal with himself?

Put yourself back to Phi Dao and then attack each other and fight a pen and ink lawsuit? It is common sense that this should be the process; But after seeing Yuan Manzi's strength today, Mao Wenlong was a little uncertain!

Further, it should be dismissed from office and inquired -- that is, he will be put under house arrest and deprived of his right of impeachment, so that Yuan Manzi can be charged with whatever crime he wants.

To be honest, Mao Wenlong had never thought of this consequence before - Dongjiang Town did not dare to say that it was monolithic, but he Mao Wenlong was still the backbone of Dongjiang Town after all; If Yuan Chonghuan really dared to come so stubbornly, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang would not be allowed to blow up the nest? What's more, he Yuan Manzi bet on Dongjiang Town's money and food for eight months, and he hated him to the bone from top to bottom, so it's no wonder if he doesn't mutiny or rebel!

Moreover, in doing so, Yuan Manzi can hardly get any benefits except for being able to get away with it for a while-as a senior member at the level of the chief soldier of the general town, Yuan Manzi is not qualified to dismiss himself at all! In the end, he had to obediently send himself to Beijing, and when the time came, he couldn't hide from a hat that "despised the law and took the big man without permission"! In the ensuing court dispute, he firmly took the lead!

Unless Yuan Manzi's brain is broken, he will definitely not make such a decision! Thinking of this, the corners of Mao Wenlong's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

However, Mao Wenlong still decided to make some arrangements first, in case Yuan Manzi really went crazy and put himself under house arrest, Dongjiang Town was in chaos to the point where it was difficult to clean up - Yuan Manzi could act recklessly and recklessly, and he Mao Wenlong still had to be responsible for the brothers who had followed him for many years.

After collecting his mind, Mao Wenlong began to write letters to his generals, the content of the letters was similar, all hinting that he might be controlled by Yuan Chonghuan, asking them not to mess up when the "situation is eroding", and they must do a good job of "appeasing the people", so as not to "be taken advantage of by the Tartars"; At the same time, the intensity of "raising food and salary" was increased, to put it bluntly, it was to let the generals find a way to put pressure on Ning Yuan and the imperial court, so as to solve the matter as soon as possible.

The letter to Chen Jisheng had more content, that is, to let the tuntian official continue the trial planting of those three crops and strive to "plant all over the islands" next year -- this is Mao Wenlong's consistent line of thinking, that is, to open up financial resources and solve the grain problem as much as possible; He had long realized that relying only on the food and salary of the imperial court could not maintain the combat strength of Dongjiang Town, let alone develop and grow.

This is because the imperial court is only in charge of those soldiers, and the more numerous homeless people have never been given a single grain! It is precisely these homeless people who are inextricably linked with the soldiers, the court doesn't care, he Mao Wenlong can't ignore it, if he dares to ignore it, it will definitely lead to the detachment of the soldiers, which is a headache for Mao Wenlong.

Now we finally see hope for a complete solution to this problem: evacuation is the best way to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle -- more than 10,000 elderly and infirm women and children have already taken boats to Jeju Island this year, and according to the officers and soldiers who escorted them, they have been well placed there, and it is not just a matter of having enough to eat!

Those who had no time to evacuate now have the hope of being self-reliant and having enough to eat, that is, these corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes -- the places controlled by Dongjiang Town are all deserted islands with poor mountains and bad waters, and they can't grow wheat, let alone rice.

Of course, Mao Wenlong must always keep such a good thing in mind, so he repeatedly told Chen Jisheng in his letter that he must find out these three crops clearly.

After writing the letter to Chen Jisheng, in the end, only Shang Kexi remained.

As the liaison between Dongjiang Town and the East India Company, this letter to Shang Kexi is even more important: Mao Wenlong has long been deeply remembered by Mao Wenlong for the East India Company's help to Dongjiang Town in this year; In addition to gratitude, Mao Wenlong also realized that he had to find a way to make the East India Company also benefit from Dongjiang Town in the long run—although Mao Wenlong was not a businessman, he also knew very well that the work of only suffering losses and not making money would never last.

Fortunately, the East India Company has already made a condition, that is, iron, which must be met by Shang Kexi in every possible way!

The ink-soaked pen froze in mid-air, and Mao Wenlong pondered the contents of the letter while recalling his discussion with Shang Kexi about the East India Company.

Suddenly, as if stimulated by something, his hand shook violently, and a drop of ink fell heavily, and a black flower suddenly splashed on the white rice paper. (To be continued.) )