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"Alas, can I only stay in Fushun, this bitter cold place for the rest of my life?"

Liaodong Fushun Counselor's Mansion:

Li Chengfang, the general of Fushun, dressed in a brocade dress, sat on a Taishi chair, and said dissatisfiedly while looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

Li Chengfang, who is thirty-eight years old Chinese New Year's Eve, became a Fushun general five years ago by sneaking horses and bribing Yan Song's son Yan Shifan. He himself is actually an out-and-out straw bag that is not as good as Luo Xin, he can't lift his hands, he can't resist on his shoulders, and he doesn't even know how to march and fight.

In the years since he came to Fushun, Li Chengfang has only been busy doing two things: embezzlement and bribery and bribery of superiors.

Fushun is located at the forefront of the conflict between the Ming Dynasty and the Jianzhou Jurchens, and it is also one of the important checkpoints for the Ming Dynasty to carry out border trade with ethnic minorities.

Although Li Chengfang himself was mediocre and incompetent, Fushun has always been valued by successive Liaodong commanders because of its important geographical location and channels for purchasing war horses, and heavy troops were stationed around it to assist in defense. And Li Chengfang himself is also very smart and knowledgeable about current affairs, and all the big and small affairs among the generals are handed over to Luo Jin, a deputy general who is familiar with military affairs and has been in the army for a long time, and he concentrates on making money.

Luo Jin was originally a wanderer, raised by Li Chengfang since he was a child, so he was loyal to Li Chengfang, and with his help, Li Chengfang's Fushun staff was as stable as Mount Tai. But the problem is that Li Chengfang doesn't want to stay in Fushun all the time, which is desolate, bitterly cold, and too close to the Tartars.

According to Li Chengfang's own thoughts, after accumulating a certain amount of military merits in Liaodong, he was transferred to the land south of the Yangtze River to become a rich man. In the past, when Yan Song and Yan Shifan's father and son monopolized power, this thing was very easy to do, just send some money when you have enough years.

But the problem is that now Yan Song, Yan Shifan's father and son have fallen, Yan Song was dismissed from office and became a beggar, and Yan Shifan was directly sentenced to be beheaded. At present, it is Xu Jie, who holds the power of the court, he is not like Yan Song who gives money to do things, and he has to have some real military skills.

But the problem is that although there are more than 10,000 defenders in Fushun City, these soldiers have poor combat effectiveness due to perennial arrears of military salaries and lack of training, and there is no problem in defending the city.

"Alas...... You can't kill too much if you kill good, and it doesn't work if you kill less! What to do! With a long sigh, Li Chengfang sat back on the chair, sipping the warm wine on the clay stove and sighing helplessly.

"Father-in-law, there is a great good thing!" Suddenly, the hearty voice of his righteous son Luo Jin came from outside the door, and there was an indescribable joy in his voice.

"This kid is not too young, why is he still so reckless" There was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Chengfang stood up and opened the door himself, letting Luo Jin, who was covered with snow outside the door, in.

Li Chengfang has never had an heir, and Luo Jin is loyal to him, so he has long regarded Luo Jin as his biological son and has always cared for him. Although he himself is corrupt and perverts the law, and often does some things that oppress the good and kill the good, he has never refused Luo Jin's request, and he dotes on Luo Jin.

"Father-in-law, haven't you always wanted to get some Tartar heads, so that you can be promoted and transferred to Jiangnan as soon as possible?" After patting the snow off his body, Luo Jin respectfully saluted Li Chengfang as a father and son, and then stepped into the house, lowered his voice and whispered.

"Oh!? What's going on, let's talk about it quickly, do you have a way to lead the army out of the army to fight the Tartars? Li Chengfang's eyes lit up, handed Luo Jin a glass of wine, and asked anxiously in a low voice.

"Ahem, father-in-law, you think too much. Our soldiers are guarding the city at most, where do they have the ability to fight the Tartars? I mean...... Father-in-law, someone wants to sell the head of a tartar! A touch of helplessness flashed on Luo Jin's face, and then he whispered.

"What! Really? When will the head of the Tartar be sold? The wine glass in Li Chengfang's hand fell directly to the ground, but he himself was undecided and said dumbfounded.

"Hehe, it's true father, today a person who claims to be a staff member under Li Rusong, a dangerous mountain general, came to me and asked us if we want to buy hundreds of Tartar heads, and the price can be discounted if we buy more. I have found someone to investigate, this person is indeed the brother of Li Rusong, the general of the dangerous mountain, called "Porridge" lowered his voice, and Luo Jin's words were full of irrepressible joy.

Although Luo Jin himself likes the military life in the border town, and the exciting feeling of fighting with the Tartars. But Li Chengfang's life-saving grace and nurturing grace to him are the most important in his eyes, he has always hoped to have the opportunity to repay his father-in-law, and he also worked hard to train the army, but unfortunately he has no money at hand, and he is not willing to pay out of his own pocket, how can he train a strong army?

This morning, a caravan pulling ten carriages suddenly came to Luo Jin's camp, and the man who took the lead claimed to be a congee, a staff member under the command of Li Rusong, a general in the dangerous mountains, and took out items and letters to prove his identity.

"General Luo, my young general wants to make a deal with you. I don't know if you need to buy the head of the Jurchen Tartar? After checking, Luo Jin invited the porridge into his tent, and when he asked what the porridge was for business, the latter asked with a smile.

When Luo Jin expressed his disbelief, he showed an expression that he had known that there was such a thing for a long time, and ordered his subordinates to move a large box into Luo Jin's tent: inside were ten genuine Jurchen Tartar prime-aged men's heads!

"Hehe Luo, do you believe in the sincerity of my young general now? Each carriage had five such chests, a total of five hundred Tartar heads, all of which were genuine, and none of them were meritorious. Forty taels of silver each, you can get a discount if you buy more than a thousand," said the porridge with a smile, and Luo Xin next to him was already standing there stunned, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"It's all genuine Tartar heads, five hundred! Father-in-law" Luo Jin said excitedly, although forty taels and five hundred are twenty thousand taels of silver, but this credit is far more than silver.

In the Ming Dynasty, in order to encourage soldiers to fight against the Tartars, the merits were recorded with the head of the Tartar, and a Tartar head could get thirty taels of silver, or be promoted to one level.

But the head of the Tartar is so easy to get, not to mention that the Tartar is fierce and good at war, treacherous and cunning, but the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, killing a Tartar does not necessarily get a complete head, generally speaking, killing five to four Tartars can get a complete head.

Moreover, Li Chengfang is a general of Fushun, and there are a large number of friendly troops stationed nearby, and the backstage of these officers is harder than the other, every time the Tartars attack Fushun, even if he wins, he will not be able to share much military merit.

"What a godsend! You immediately invite this gentleman to the General's Mansion, and I will hold a banquet to entertain you. And you secretly transported the Tartar head into the city, remember not to let others find out" Li Chengfang thought for a while, and then ordered happily.

Then Li Chengfang asked his housekeeper Li Bo to prepare 30,000 taels of silver, he wanted to make a good friend of this sigh.

The names of Li Chengliang and Li Rusong have long been resounded throughout the officialdom of Liaodong because of the Battle of Hedong at the beginning of the year, and Li Chengfang has admired them for a long time. He knows that the backers behind the Li family's father and son are the elders and adults in the court, as long as they can hug the big thick legs of the Li family's father and son, they will not worry about being promoted!

"Ha Luha, this Fushun doesn't look useless! The old man's luck has finally come! Brushing his beard, Li Chengfangzhi smiled proudly.

After a while, under the leadership of Luo Jin, the porridge came to the Fushun General's Mansion, and Li Chengfang personally greeted him in the lobby.

"Ha Luha, Mr. Porridge is worthy of being Li Rusong and Li Gongzi's confidant brother, and he is really talented, he will definitely have a great achievement in the future!" The three of them sat down, and Li Chengfang first picked up a glass of wine and toasted the porridge, and said with a smile.

"General Li, false praise, sigh porridge is just an errand runner, where can it be compared with a general like General Li. General Li don't dislike it, please accept the porridge and bow down" The porridge took the wine glass with a smile on his face and drank it all, then got up and said to Li Chengfang.

Li Chengfang was satisfied with the porridge salute, this staff member under Li Rusong is very smart, very respectful, and indeed a great talent, and his good impression of Li Rusong has also increased a lot.

"Hehe, fool. An idiot like you deserves to be a Fushun general? If it weren't for my brother's eagerness to use the money, I wouldn't have treated you! ”