A few heroic old men drank wine, and they didn't need much appetizers, just a few flatbreads, and then slapped open one jar after another of burning knives to seal the mud, and drank these fragrant and strong wines into their stomachs.

After three rounds of drinking, the slightly drunk Chongzhen learned that Zhang Pan still had to bypass the Liaodong Peninsula, a place occupied by the Houjin for most of the time, and go to Phi Island to comfort Mao Wenlong.

After thinking about it for a while, in addition to adding three hundred altars of burning knives, he also called Huang Xiaoer, a recruit named Huang Xiaoer, who had newly joined the Guanning Iron Cavalry and acted as his own soldiers, and brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

In front of everyone, he carefully drew a topographic map of western Liaoning, Liaodong Peninsula, and southern Liaoning coast for Zhang Pan.

Chongzhen has this ability, because geography is a compulsory subject that countries around the world attach great importance to in the 22nd century, and must lay a good foundation from elementary school.

And because of his more than 20 years of special warfare career in his previous life, he has already known the world map in his chest, and he has drawn maps like a treasure.

In addition, the special combat personnel often have to travel to various parts of the world to carry out missions, and they have a very in-depth understanding of the terrain and features of many areas.

The northeast of the motherland is connected to a big springboard for attacking China, which is coveted by all countries in the world, and naturally it is even more important, and after more than 20 years of special forces career, he has long been extremely familiar with it.

Therefore, this is not a simple flat map, but an atlas, and many places are explained in detail in words, and the important and dangerous places are also marked, which can be called illustrated and illustrated.

Looking at Chongzhen in a single stroke, he sketched out this perfect geographical map of mountains and rivers, even Wu Sangui and Zhou Ji, who were very familiar with him, were stunned, and Huang Xiaoer, who was fortunate enough to watch from the sidelines, was full of admiration.

Although he has not read much, he clearly has the potential to become a geographer, and it only takes a few eyes to take this complex geographical atlas into his eyes and imprint it in his heart.

In fact, Zhang Pan had fought with Jiannu on the Liaodong Peninsula and the southern coast of Liaoning, and he also had some understanding of the topography there.

As soon as he confirmed each other in his heart, he knew that this atlas, which was almost drawn by Chongzhen at will, was accurate to the millimeter, exquisite to the peak, and could be called the most precious treasure in the army, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was even a national treasure.

Wu Sangui and Zhou Ji also learned for the first time that Chongzhen still had this ability, looking at his face with a hint of immaturity, they were extremely devoted and serious.

They all silently put down the wine jar, stood aside, quietly watched, watched, observed, and breathtaked.

Huang Xiaoer didn't dare to get too close, so he had to stretch his neck like a duck, never letting go of such a precious learning opportunity.

When Shigejin finishes sketching the last stroke, blow gently and want the ink stains to dry quickly.

Zhang Pan clasped his fists and shook his fists to the end, expressing his heartfelt emotion and gratitude.

Chongzhen hurriedly held him up and said, "Brother, what are you doing?" You and my brother, why do you need to see the outside world like this? Moreover, Guan Ning Denglai worked hard to resist Jiannu, and shared mutual assistance and information on resources, which was originally what it should be. ”

Zhang Pan cautiously picked up one of the maps, and sighed: "In the past, if Liu Tingruo held such a map in his hand, why didn't he let General Juniper fight alone because he got lost, which led to the fiasco of Salhu.

In the days that followed, he himself was taken advantage of by the slave chieftains, resulting in the annihilation of the entire army. If Yang Hao, the governor at that time, could pay as much attention to the collection of military intelligence as Yuan Shuai and Yuan Gong, why would it be so difficult to defend today. ”

Chongzhen said: "The dead are gone, and the living are working hard." The ink stains were dry, but the sea was very susceptible to moisture, so I asked my brother to seal these maps quickly and return them to Yuan Gong for use in war.

I also ask my brother to tell my teacher that my disciple is busy with the world, and he is in a hurry today, so he can only do it overnight, and when he is free, he will make a detailed topographic map of the entire Liaodong.

Of course, Houjin's meticulous work is pervasive, so I will draw a map, and you should know it, and you must not spread it easily. Yuan Shuaizu will be there, I have my own explanation. ”

Chongzhen said, looking over one by one.

Those who looked at him all nodded solemnly, including Wu Sangui and Huang Xiaoer.

"Definitely. There is labor. The brotherhood is deep, and after Zhang Pan nodded, he was no longer polite, and called his henchmen to fetch waterproof things such as oilcloths, and collected this atlas with his own hands like a treasure.

Maybe it's really the arrangement of fate, this respected and really respected general, who has made many contributions in the Ming Dynasty's War against Jin, but is not known to many people.

After being rescued by Yuan Keli in the encirclement once, he once again held a life-saving certificate from his fans.

And when he escaped death and stood out of the encirclement, his numerology finally came to an end, and fate finally began to favor him, making his bumpy road to resist gold become smooth and smooth in the midst of still difficulties.

And he himself has finally grown up in battle after battle, and has become a pivotal figure in the northeast sea frontier of the Ming Dynasty, and he can be alone.

In the past, colleagues who were suspected of not being saved from death, such as Shang Kexi, Geng Zhongming and others, could only stand aside compared to Yibi, and he could even compete with Dolgon, Duoduo, Azig and other Houjin generals in land battles.

When the sun set, the wine was drunk, the cattle were blown, and the more than 1,000 brothers who stayed on the ship were also rewarded.

Zhang Pan led the fleet full of 600 altars of burning knives, 600 jars of old wine, meaning 66 Shun, and a precious atlas, not afraid of the coming night and the wind and waves on the sea in the night, resolutely set sail.

Zu Dashou, who had been inspecting the defense of the territory for a day, finally rushed to the beach when the sails were about to disappear at the end of the sea and sky.

Ignoring the salutes of the subordinates, Zu Dashou rode on a horse and built a pergola with his hands, raising his eyes into the distance.

Seeing that Denglai Paoze's figure was no longer visible, he pretended to be sorry and high-fived him with his fist, and looked at Chongzhen and complained: "Have you drunk?" Why didn't you send someone to notify Yu earlier? How can I drink without my ancestor? ”

Chongzhen patted his forehead and said, "Blame me, blame me, I caused the generals to rush over, but they still haven't caught up." marked the dereliction of duty, and asked the general to punish him.

When he sees his mentor again, he will definitely explain to him that you are indeed busy with military affairs, general, and you did not deliberately fail to catch up. I believe that Yuan Gong and Yuan Shuai will understand your old man's good intentions. ”

"You're not just a big locust, you're a big slippery, a big bastard."

In the midst of the snickering laughter of the crowd, Zu Dashou scolded, smashed his drunken mouth again, and said enviously: "I don't know what kind of dog dung luck your kid has taken, and he can worship Yuan Gong as a teacher."

You must know that his old man's house is the clearest stream above the increasingly chaotic Ming Dynasty. ”

"Oh? How clear is my teacher? How to clear the stream? Shigejin asked with interest.

"Don't play tricks with Lao Tzu, don't you know? Respected by His Majesty, feared by the eunuchs, feared by the eunuchs, attracted by Donglin, and loved by all the people, if it can't be regarded as a clear stream, then how can it be regarded as a clear stream?

You still have a conscience, and while you benefit, you also benefit Xiao Guizi and Xiao Kuanzi together, and let my ancestor enjoy some honor, hahaha...... By the way, the burnt knife and sweet potato seeds were all sent out, right? ”

"There are 300 jars of extra jars under the burnt knife, plus 600 jars of your favorite pure brewed old wine, but there are no sweet potato seeds. The mark was made without asking for instructions, and the general was also asked to punish him. ”

"Three hundred plus three hundred? Oh, six hundred altars, isn't it? It's okay, you made it anyway, and you have the right to dispose of it. ”

Zu Dashou didn't know that the three hundred altars sent out were for Zhang Pan to replace Yuan Keli to visit Mao Wenlongbu on Phi Island, so he waved his hand magnificently, and wondered: "Why are the sweet potato seeds?" ”

"Because the Yuan clan in Suizhou, Henan, where the teacher is located, is better at cultivating and reading the world than the Fushun Huang clan in Liaodong, where the disciple is located."

"What's that? Speak human words. Zu Dashou forcibly resisted the urge to slap Chongzhen's neck.

Because it is said that this will make people stupid, he is reluctant to have a clever ghost under his command, but because of this, he has become stupid.

"The new crop grains brought by Dengzhou Ginseng Zhang Pan are piled up. Not only sweet potatoes, but also potatoes and corn. ”

"I know that you have shown me that the germination rate of just one sweet potato is very good, and I have promised you to plant it on dry land. What are these potatoes and corn? ”

"Needless to say, when the time comes, you'll see. General, you are waiting for the large and small granaries in Jinzhou City, where the grain is piled up. ”

"This dare is good, then I'll just wait." Zu Dashou's rough face smiled like a flower, blinked playfully, but a big hand had fallen heavily on Chongzhen's shoulder to show appreciation and encouragement.

"No." Chongzhen resisted the urge to vomit, bared his teeth, and gave up his promise.

The spring breeze of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, starting from the South China Sea where the Ming Dynasty had no time to take care of, landed in Guangzhou, and then went all the way to the north, to the turn of March and April of the Chinese calendar, and finally descended on Liaodong after several twists and turns.

Because of its proximity to Shanhaiguan, especially the sea, the West Liaoning Corridor shows more intense signs of spring.

On the narrow corridor-like land, between the military forts, the greenery is full of life.

Especially in Jinzhou, because of the appearance of patches of sweet potato vines, it is even more vibrant.

By the end of April, the whole potatoes that had sprouted were cut into several small pieces under the horrified gaze of many senior Tuntian soldiers, and then sown in the fertile and blackened soil of Liaodong.

The orange and yellow corn kernels have also sprouted into green seedlings, which are ready to be planted in the newly cultivated dry land.

In order to harvest as much as possible, Chongzhen didn't leave a single seed, because Gu Tong should entrust Yuan Keli, and Yuan Keli told him that although he planted, there was not enough to do.