When Huangshi decided to go to Liaoyang, Zhao Slowxiong and Jin Qiude both strongly objected, and they both said that Huangshi's trip to Liaoyang was only two ends: one was killed or detained by the Houjin side, and the other was released safely. In the case of not knowing Huangshi's hole cards, Zhao Slowxiong and Jin Qiude also deduced the latter situation, and they both believed that if Huangshi could come back safely, then he would be in an extremely disadvantageous position in the future.

After the earth-shattering news reached Changsheng Island, long before Huangshi returned, the two of them had an urgent discussion, and when Huangshi got off the boat, these two guys were busy asking Huangshi if this situation was true, and after receiving Huangshi's affirmative reply, the two of them tried their best to advocate that Huangshi should take this opportunity to inspect the various departments of the Dongjiang Town Left Association.

Huang Shi adopted this idea, and after a little respite, he went to sea again, and rushed to Fuzhou, Jinzhou, and Lushun non-stop, taking this opportunity to boost the morale of the Dongjiang army in southern Liaoning. Now almost all the ordinary military households in southern Liaoning have been relocated to the three islands of Changsheng by Huangshi, so what he plans to inspect is just some castle garrisons, and there is no need to go to too many places, and there is no trouble.

In these days when Mongolia and the Ming court tried every possible way to verify the news, Huangshi was very busy and fulfilling, in the hot land of southern Liaoning, Huangshi was warmly welcomed by officers and soldiers everywhere he went, and as the news of Nurhachi's death continued to arrive, this atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

In the past, in addition to firefighting, rocking, and the selection of the three battalions. The officers and soldiers of other ministries and localities in southern Liaoning were still relatively restrained in front of Huangshi, and their feelings for Huangshi were far more in awe than in love. But this time the situation was completely reversed, and although the selection camp of Jiaminghe in Fuzhou was also in a boil, in general, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, when Huangshi toured Jinzhou, the officers and soldiers of Li Chengfeng's department were far more enthusiastic than Fuzhou, and a large number of soldiers broke free from the shackles of the officers and threw themselves in front of Huangshi's horses, all proud to be able to touch the Huangshi lichen armor. When Huangshi inspected Lushun, Zhang Pan's officers also joined the ranks, and even Zhang Pan himself was in tears when he toasted Huangshi.

And before Huangshi heads to the big and small Changshan Islands. The news of Nurhachi's death has arrived in these places again and again, and the local officers and soldiers have been brewing feelings for a long time. Therefore, as soon as Huangshi landed on the island, the brothers Shang Keyi and Shang Kexi took the lead in leading the Dongjiang army to rush over, and almost all the officers and soldiers were already crazy, and they almost tore Huangshi to pieces on the spot.

On the way home, Huangshi and his party were once again enthusiastically welcomed. The boundaries of class seemed to disappear in an instant, whether it was the most humble military household or the appointed official of Yellowstone. They all shouted and cheered to Huangshi to their heart's content, and the army in the entire southern Liaoning region went into a state of madness.

On the first day of the ninth month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Huang Shi originally planned to return to Changsheng Island quietly, but not long after he got off the boat, he was surrounded by the military households on Changsheng Island, and groups of worshippers quickly gathered, and soon blocked the way for Huang Shi to return to the old camp on Changsheng Island. The area around Yellowstone was black and overwhelming, and it was full of fanatical people. The dense crowd almost made him step on people's heads and walk back to the camp.

After squeezing a way out of the excited crowd and returning to the old camp, Huangshi and the accompanying Neiwei were already tired and sweaty, and they sat in the camp tent panting, and their faces were full of helpless smiles.

Huang Shi drank all the tea, "Very good, very good." ”。 Huang Shi wiped the droplets from the corners of his mouth, and this tour of southern Liaoning was very successful. Under the encouragement of Huangshi, the morale of the Dongjiang Town Left Association was already like a rainbow, and the officers and men at all levels were full of confidence in the victory over Houjin. This time, Huangshi walked all the way, and the voice of taking the initiative to ask for war was also heard all the way. The most pessimistic people also believed that they would completely destroy this enemy of Houjin and return to their homeland in Liaodong within four years.

But Yellowstone was also excited. But he wouldn't expect to be able to defeat Houjin's great enemy with spirit alone, and courage and wisdom could emerge at any time, but equipment and supplies were not. Out of distrust of the civilian officials' blind command and the inherent contradictions between Mao Wenlong and the Shandong civilian clique, Dongjiang Town recently rejected the request of the Ministry of War and the Shandong civilian officials to supervise the army, and the Ministry of War responded by further reducing the food budget of Dongjiang Town.

In addition to the hostility between each other, Huang Shi also understood that the Ming court was unlikely to tolerate the emergence of a new feudal town, so the imperial court had been controlling the material reserves of Dongjiang Town, and never let the Dongjiang army have two months' food reserves and a large amount of armor. In addition, because of Mao Wenlong's many years of meritorious service, the emperor himself supported Mao Wenlong's request for independence, but Huang Shi felt that it had almost reached the limit now, and if he gave Dongjiang Town fifty taels of military salaries a year, it would be the apocalypse, and he would be a little uneasy in his heart.

In recent years, although the Dongjiang Left Association has operated well, the annual military budget of Changsheng Island is only a dozen or two hundred thousand taels of silver, and the rest of the income is used for daily consumption or expansion of reproduction.

"It takes 150,000 to 200,000 taels of silver to rebuild Gaizhou Fort, and after repairing the city, we need to maintain a battalion of troops in Gaizhou to defend it, and we also need to build early warning posts around Gaizhou, which will cost about 100,000 taels of silver for a year. Then, if we want to attack the Liaozhong Plain, we need to occupy Yaozhou and Haizhou, and the food needs to be sent to the rear, and the army that defends the castle and supply lines needs at least three battalions, and the maintenance cost is expected to be more than 300,000 taels a year......"

"So many?" Huang Shi checked the report with annoyance, and it was a very painful thing to review the troops, but every time he made a military budget, he was very painful: "Why does it sound higher than the maintenance cost of Liaoxi?"

"It's higher than the maintenance cost of Liaoxi," Jin Qiude replied unhurriedly, with a confident look, the report that Huang Shi was reading was jointly researched by various departments on Changsheng Island, and it had also been deduced several times: "We are transporting in front of the enemy, all the baggage units must be protected by combat troops, and beacon towers, lookouts and outposts must be established. These also have to be armed and supplied, of course, which is higher than the maintenance cost of the field battalion in Liaoxi. ”

Huang Shi checked for a while, and now there was really nothing wasted, and he couldn't help but complain: "Our army's cavalry is too small, and the maintenance cost is high. ”

"My lord, if you set up a horse battalion, I'm afraid the maintenance cost will be more than that. ”

"Yes, yes. Huang Shi impatiently interrupted Jin Qiude's advice, and he sighed again without raising his head: "I'll just say it casually, and you can listen to it." Don't take it seriously. ”

"If Mao Shuai has this money, he will probably be able to attack several times again, and he can also earn some silver to go back. ”

When Huangshi complained this time, Jin Qiude just listened quietly, and did not pick up Mao Wenlong's set of Dongjiang Left Association, and he couldn't learn it. In this era, the early warning time that Tanma can provide is half a day to a day, don't look at Mao Wenlong, he is not young. But the heart is obviously very good, and he wanders around with a large number of Dongjiang refugees all day long. Playing with Hou Jin Jun is a heartbeat.

But Mao Wenlong dared Huangshi, but he didn't dare, the equipment of several field battalions under his command was all piled up with silver, and as the combat effectiveness of these battalions became stronger and stronger, the average level became higher and higher, and Huangshi continued to be conservative in strategy and tactics, and always hoped to fight steadily. One step at a time, encroaching on the territory of Houjin.

Although Huang Shi admires the whimsical long-distance raids of some famous generals in history, he has long admitted that he is neither a strategic genius nor Mao Wenlong's mentality of "barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and coming back again after losing". Since Huang Shi is not good at and does not intend to use the mobile combat mode of the Dongjiang Headquarters and the Right Association, he has to find a way to earn more silver.

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In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the second day of the ninth month of the second Beijing division was a storyteller and opera artist in this era. Just like the film and television workers of later generations, they always try their best to open programs that are popular with the people, and the information feedback in this era is also very fast, and the storytellers only need to check the income on today's plate to understand the interests of the people.

Since the beginning of this year. The most popular joke in Beijing is the storytellers in the Beijing division of "Huanggong Baofu Haiyuan Juehua". Whether they are on the street or in a wine shop listening to books, people have repeatedly ordered this paragraph, and the popularity has chased after Yue Quanchuan, who is faintly above the romance of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and the gentlemen who tell stories love to talk about the Beijing master, and the people who love to listen to it.

Although the response of the opera industry is slower than that of storytelling, many opera troupes have already started to open this repertoire, and some troupes have already prepared the drama for the performance.

As the leader of the world, artists from all over the world come here every day to try their luck, and those who leave at the same time will also take their experiences and experiences to other places. For example, this joke of "Huanggong Baofu Haiyuan Juehua" appeared in Shandong a few months ago, and later spread to Nanzhili and Henan, and now I heard that Huguang and Fujian have also adapted versions.

According to general experience, this kind of new storytelling joke that has been opened for a few months will have a huge growth period, and storytellers will pass it on from generation to generation and interpret this joke better and better. Just as far as the paragraph "Huanggong Baofu Haiyuan Juehua" is concerned, not only the storytellers of Jingshi are very optimistic about it, but also other artists in the industry also love this content, because the innate feelings bred in it are already very full, and there is a lot of room for swaying.

But after the news of Liaoyang came in September, the joke "Huanggong Baofu Hai Aiding Juehua" suddenly changed from a darling to an outcast, and many storytellers began to clear their throats, and when they patted the shock, the boos of the crowd rang out: "We don't want to hear this, we want to listen to the Yellow Palace, Baoyue Horse, Liaoyang, we want to hear the Yellow Palace, Baoge kill Nurhachi!"

Under this tremendous pressure, storytellers have urgently come up with new jokes. As early as before the official confirmation of the edict by the Ming Dynasty, all kinds of strange storytelling stories had been made up. These professionals also quickly reached a consensus, and the new joke is called "Fierce and Handsome Horse Leaping Liaoyang"!

It's just that although the name is unified, the content of the story is very different, after all, this time is too short, and the storytellers have not had time to exchange opinions. In the past, the gentleman who was good at the seven chivalry and five righteousness made it up according to the routine of flying the eaves and walking on the wall; of course, the man who likes to say that the god list is full of magic weapons; the gentleman who was born in the Sui and Tang dynasties depicts that both of them grabbed a big knife and a square hammer weighing hundreds of catties and fought each other.

Here another gentleman set up the stage to talk about "fierce and handsome horses leaping over Liaoyang". It's just that the main direction of the professional in the first half of his life is Journey to the West.

“...... I only heard a cry and a shout, and then I broke in from outside the door, and a slave with two small pigtails on the back of his head, which were as white as snow, like a pair of brass bells, and the bull's eyes were spinning around, and there were five iron rings nailed to the big ears. The square nostrils were wide open to the sky, and a few feet of white nose hair poked out from each of the two nostrils, and the white nose hair was also braided into two long braids, and it continued along the two heroes to the next ......"

The storyteller spoke loudly above, and the crowd below listened with relish. When he said that he had braided two small braids with his nose hair, the gentleman also compared them with his hands, which caused a burst of exclamation below.

“...... Between the two nostrils of the slave was a large yellow copper ring, weighing several pounds, and four fangs poked out of the bloody mouth in front of the upper lip. There is still a string of skeletons hanging around his neck, it is seventy-seven forty-nine!"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows. Gritting his teeth, he stretched out four fingers and gestured around the people below, and then let go of his hand, and after turning back, he first picked up the tea and took a leisurely sip before continuing: "Huang Dashuai fixed his eyes and looked at it, it was the slave chief Nurhachi, the old slave, who was the reincarnation of the thousand-year-old boar spirit. I saw that he had a beast skin around his upper body, and his waist was full of runes, and there was a white flower Gu worm crawling on his body......"

Speaking of which, Mr. Na gasped again, Shi Shiran twisted his beard a few times, and everyone in the audience waited attentively for a while. A little slack, for a moment, Mr. grabbed the ruler with lightning speed and slapped it down heavily.

There was a loud thunderous noise, which frightened many of the audience below, and the storyteller shouted in disgust: "The rank and file, take a closer look! This slave chief is the most evil of all, but whenever he glares at someone, the three souls of that person will go to two souls." Seven spirits are gone, and six spirits are gone!"

Before the exclamations below subsided, the storyteller pointed his halberd to the sky again. He shouted in a deep voice: "It's a pity that the old slave miscalculated this time, Huang Dashuai is a martial artist, and he is the nemesis of the evil devil." I only heard the words in the mouth of the Huang Dashuai, bit out a grain of blood with his index finger in his mouth, and shouted at the old slave with his eyes open, "Break!" and destroyed most of the old slave's lifelong evil work. ”

The gentleman then slapped the ruler heavily, and his tone suddenly became more urgent: "That old slave has never suffered such a big loss, so angry that he almost bit his mouth full of steel teeth, and the old slave lowered his head and landed on all fours, first let out a strange scream, and then shook the four braids in the back of his head and nostrils, whirring, like a group of flying fire wheels......"

The storyteller shook his head and vigorously described Nurhachi's four braids, and then volleyed his hand into the air fiercely: "The old slave even roared like a wild boar, gathered all the evil skills all over his body, and pounced on Huang Dashuai, and in the strange scream, the old slave stretched out his head and bit Huang Dashuai's calf......"

"Huang Dashuai saw it clearly, dodged the old slave's pounce, and as soon as he turned around, he 'choked' and pulled out the sword!

"Master...... "It turned out that there was an urgent matter at the gentleman's house, and his apprentice came up and whispered in his ear, and the gentleman's face also showed anxiety.

"Apprentice is a teacher, go home first, and you can take a look for me for a while. The storyteller said that he would go, and in a blink of an eye he packed up his line, but as soon as he got off the desk, he remembered something important again, and hurriedly turned around and ran back.

His apprentice was already sitting behind the desk, and he also grabbed the ruler in his hand, and the old gentleman walked quickly to the apprentice, and whispered to him: "The apprentice will be the teacher in two hours, and he will definitely come back, and during this period, you must not tell me that the old slave is dead." ”

"The apprentice understands, Master is relieved. ”

......

At the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang gave scholars an honor and also sharpened the spirit of the scholars, allowing scholars who had won the fame of Xiucai and above to study with swords. At that time, the local scholars also hung their swords around their waists after being admitted to Xiucai, and encouraged themselves with all-round talents in civil and military affairs.

But by the time of the Apocalypse, the country had been peaceful for a long time, and the Central Plains had not experienced war for more than 200 years. At this time, the Ming scholars not only replaced the sword with a folding fan, but also many people liked to use rouge gouache to dress up before going out, and the headscarf and long shirt were also good to use aromatherapy.

Until the news of Huangshi Prancing Horse Liaoyang came this time......

This news spread like wildfire across the land of China, from Beijing to Yangzhou, where the news passed, the scholars held poetry meetings for Huangshi, and they swept away the graceful atmosphere of the past, and only heard the sound of Jin Ge and Iron Horse. At a glance, everyone was carrying a long sword.

After indulging in drinking and singing, the scholars sang in unison this eternal legend that shocked the present and the ancients: "Second Master Guan is definitely not good, it is estimated that King Yue can still compare with our Ming Huang Dashuai." ”

"Well, King Yue is indeed majestic...... But King Yue, his old man, can't go to the Huanglong Mansion by himself, cut off the head of the gold lord, and then come back, right?"

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