Although Lu Zhifan is not familiar with business, he also understands the "Fushou Cream", not to mention whether it can have its rumored effect, and the use is only purely for the enjoyment of the magnates, and it is useless for the people's military power. Therefore, he still had a scale in his heart, and knew that Dorgon's contact with the merchants was not for the purpose of making the hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

"Although the 'Fushou ointment' is good, it is not helpful to the people, and it cannot be exhausted, if the food is really difficult, it can be supplemented with salt, iron and leather."

Lu Jia very clearly grasped Lu Zhifan's attitude, thanked him again and again, and discussed some details, and then retired. Lu Zhifan's heart moved, and he called it again.

"Do you go back and forth to Zhangjiakou in Xuanfu or Zhenwei in Datongfu?"

Lu Jia pondered the meaning of Lu Zhifan's words, and replied: "Recently, Hong Chengchou of the Xuanfu has plucked too much, but almost all the Jin merchants are exported through Xinpingbao, and the general army of Shanxi has distributed the road guide to the whole province, and only need to pay a tax to the government to pay taxes again in the whole province, so the villain's trade road is also Xinpingbao. Up to now, the original caravan that went to Zhangjiakou, nine cities have been changed to Xinpingbao export, and the remaining one percent is the merchants of Beizhili, and they have to export from here. ”

Lu Zhifan gasped, "In this way, Zhangjiakou is actually bustling in the past!" ”

Lu Jia nodded in agreement, "Who said no, it's not what it used to be, and after a few Mongolian Tatar ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped his mouth and realized that the other party was also a Tartar, although it was a second Tartar, but it was always inseparable from the Tartar, and he was just about to bow his head and ask for guilt, but who knew that Lu Zhifan waved his hand.

"There are not so many taboos, you just speak freely!"

Lu Jia then continued: "After several looting by the Mongols, the depression is dilapidated, and it is a miserable one. On the other hand, the town of Xinping Fort, the crowd is boiling, and the peddlers and pawns who exit every day are discharged straight out for more than ten miles. ”

Lu Jia said suddenly and mysteriously: "I heard that Shanxi is building something called a railway road, it is said that as long as it is repaired, it is common to transport people and goods for thousands of miles a day, and it is only a day's work from Taiyuan to Datong Mansion." When the time comes, it will be used by our merchants, and the cost of eating horses and horses can save a lot of money......"

After a lot of instigation, Lu Zhifan suddenly realized that this kind of thing was beneficial for transporting grain and troops, and an intuition told him that Li Xin had extraordinary ambitions. He was impatient with Lu Jia's ramblings, so he waved his hand to interrupt it and get straight to the point.

"When you come and go, you can inquire more about the news, and tell me that Dorobelle will not treat you badly!"

Lu Jia was grateful again, and then left Lu Zhifan's mansion. When he got out of the gate, he was answered by an entourage, and when he turned out of the street, he took a hard spit. The attendant echoed and scolded in a low voice: "A good Han person, you have to be a second Tartar, or a scholar......

"Tired of living? In other people's territory, be cautious in what you say and do. ”

"Yes, yes, this little mouth didn't open the door, Master Lu is not to blame, don't blame ......"

After Lu Zhifan sent away the merchant surnamed Lu, he looked at the sky in a daze, although he pretended not to care about the tartar that the merchant said, but in fact he was deeply stimulated. Once upon a time, he also made up his mind to fight the Tartars to the end, but the world made people, and now he has become the heinous Tartar in his former mouth, how ironic.

Just as he was feeling grieved, Dolgon's house slaves came to the door with a roar.

"Sir, Baylor is please, there is an urgency!"

"Do you know what Baylor is calling urgently?"

"The slave doesn't know, it's said that Shengjing is here."

Hearing that it was from Shengjing, Lu Zhifan suddenly became excited, presumably Huang Taiji had already made a decision, and he also rushed to see Dolgon with the slave.

……

"Honorable general, in front of you is the residence of the Khan of the Tumut tribe, this sea is wide and deep. Even in the year of the great drought, it has never dried up, they occupy the most fertile water and grass on the desert grassland, let them taste the power of the Ming Iron Army today! ”

Old man Damu became Li Xin's best guide along the way, and thanks to the guidance of old man Damu, otherwise the army would have to go to naturalization in vain. The Mongols have never built cities and settled, they all live after water and grass, and only Mongolians who are familiar with the steppe can smell the traces of the Mongols.

Lu Jiu put up a pergola and observed, and sneered: "The Tumut Department is also virtuous now, the enemy is already close at hand but I don't know it, I really don't know how they dominate the grassland." ”

The blow was a bit wide, and the old man Damu coughed embarrassedly, and said: "It's not that the Tumut Department has become incompetent, it's that the Ming army has never been out of the side wall, and no one in the surrounding tribes can threaten them, light the enemy, light the enemy, light the enemy......"

The old man Damu's Chinese dialect is very authentic, whether it is used for habits or some allusions, sometimes Li Xin even suspects that he is a Han, but judging from Nabekoer's trust in this person, it is definitely not a Han, after all, it is impossible for the Mongols to regard a foreigner as a henchman.

At this time, Bekoer was like a tame little sheep, the general army of the Ming Dynasty was about to attack the Tumut Department, and the old man Damu explained that he must show that he was eager to make meritorious service in front of the general army of the Ming Dynasty, and the appearance of insufficient ability, only in this way would he be reused by the general army of the Ming Dynasty.

Don't be very disdainful of this, he sometimes really disdains the old man Damu's chatter, and if he has the ability, he will use it uprightly, just ask who would be proud of his subordinates who like to be in the limelight, but are stupid and incompetent?

Therefore, he decided to ignore the repeated advice of the old man Damu, since he defected to the Ming Dynasty general, he should let him see his value.

Including the Urad Department, more than a dozen small tribes on the shore of Qi'er were all incorporated by Li Xin, in fact, they had no choice, either the property of the exterminating family was arbitrarily disposed of by the Ming army, or surrendered and lived, and all the Mongols chose the latter almost without hesitation.

It is a custom in the steppe to worship the strong, and surrender is not the slightest ideological burden for them. Just like the golden family bloodline like Bekoer, the tribal leaders who keep saying that they want to restore the glory of their ancestors can easily accept this reality, let alone others?

The saber was raised high, and the whistle came and went, and soon it became one. The dwarf Mongol horses roared, and the cavalry roared and rushed straight to the unprepared Tumut camp. The Mongolian cavalry even had a faint excitement in their hearts, they had been bullied by this Tumut tribe in the past, and now they finally had the opportunity to vent the evil anger in their chests.

In the past, they categorically did not dare to shout and storm the camp of the Tumut Division, but now that the Ming army with terrifying combat power pressed the formation, they broke out one by one with amazing courage and combat effectiveness.

The old man Damu was shocked, he didn't remember that the Ming Dynasty general had let the Mongolian cavalry charge at this time. According to the news he just received, the Ming Dynasty general was going to bombard with artillery first, and then attack with the infantry battalion, and the Mongolian cavalry was watching the excitement from the side.

This arrangement also made the old man Damu breathe a sigh of relief, so as to save him from worrying that Li Xin had the intention to use the war to consume the Mongolian Dingkou. But who would have thought that this Beko'er didn't know what to do, and took the initiative to take the lead in launching an attack on the Tumut Department.

While sighing, the old man Damu still couldn't help but admire, after all, Bei Kuo'er is the blood of the old sweat. With the proud and brave blood of the Golden Family flowing in his veins, how could he dare to be the queen obediently? He was both happy and faintly worried, so sharp, would the Ming Dynasty generals be able to tolerate them?

Thinking of this, the old man Damu actually had a strange idea in his mind, faintly expecting that the warriors of the Tumut tribe would make Bei Ko'er suffer a little, and it was best to suffer a defeat and kill his sharp spirit!

The fact turned out to be in the direction that the old man Damu expected, on the high slope where they were located, there were still more than ten miles away from the camp of the Tumut Department, and there were no trees on the grassland, and there was no natural view of it. But there was a small undulating slope between the two places, and the armor of the Tumut tribe was actually lying in ambush on the back of that undulating slope.

The cavalry led by Bekoel rushed into the triphorse cord set up by the Tumut Department without warning, and immediately fell into chaos, followed by a rain of arrows, which in a moment suppressed Beko'er without the strength to fight back, and fell to the brink of collapse.

The morale that had just been high disappeared in an instant. This is the second time he has participated in the battle since he inherited the throne of Khan, and it is shameful that he has lost two battles in a row, and the first defeat to the powerful Ming army is still excusable. But this time, it was the first battle after he joined the Ming army, and with the strong Ming army behind him, he didn't even come up for a round, and he encountered the embarrassing situation of collapse.

The arrogant Bekoer pulled off his Mongolian horse and called out to the warriors around him to try to reorganize the charge.

Li Xin, who was in the distance, had an unobstructed view of the situation on the battlefield, "Lu Jiu, take your people up and help them!" ”

Lu Jiu suddenly agreed, and swept away with the cavalry battalion like a whirlwind to the flank on the back of the slope. Unexpectedly, there was more than one ambush in the Tumut Division, and Lu Jiu's reaction was extremely fast, and he turned sharply as soon as he found the ambush, and the cavalry battalion drew an arc on the grass and circled with it, so that he would not be stupid enough to fight hard with the Mongolian cavalry.

The appearance of the cavalry battalion of the Three Guards Army was calm and calm, while the troops of Bekoer were in stark contrast, and the fighting qualities of both sides were high. Although the old man Damu had a straight heart, his face was really hot, and he blushed for the bad performance of his people.

But I heard Li Xin exclaim, "What a tenacious will to fight, in the face of such a disadvantage, I actually organized a charge again!" ”