The battle report sent by the Eastern Advance Corps was very brief, just one sentence - "The Corps has captured Jinzhou yesterday evening. ”

"Why didn't Commander Wang write more about such a big matter?"

Queenie thinks that the commander of the Eastern Advance Corps doesn't know how to be an official, and you can only say a few words to defeat the battle, because it is easy to make His Majesty the Emperor angry if there are too many descriptions. can win the battle, or conquer Jinzhou, the eastward bridgehead, in three days, and he will not be able to be a man without giving His Majesty a detailed description of 10,000 words.

"I want the result, not the process. Commander Wang understands me, and he knows that I like dry goods. ”

Jia Liujue is very good, Wang Fu is worthy of being one of his important successors, and he is well versed in the mystery of streamlining.

Lao Ji thought for a while and asked: "Since Jinzhou has been liberated, has the imperial camp been moved to Jinzhou?" ”

"Gotta get it!"

Jia Liu immediately moved to Jinzhou, and he had special feelings for Jinzhou, an important town that occupied a large part of the history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Such as the Daling River, such as the Hunhe River, such as Shenyang, such as Salhu.

For later generations, these place names represent heaviness, regret, and unforgettable pain.

Deputy Section Chief Jia is no exception.

What kind of person he is, what blood he sheds in his bones, what civilization he inherits, and what history he carries, he doesn't need textbooks to reshape him, and he doesn't need anyone to correct him.

Because, his ancestors have been Han Chinese for generations.

Lao Ji, who knew that His Majesty was paying attention to efficiency, immediately notified the relevant departments to move, and the ants were immediately busy, and the carts and carts with various license plates started one after another, and it didn't take half an hour to get the lively Tunzi a few days ago and immediately as clean as before.

"It won't be long before your men are back."

Before leaving, Jia Liu said goodbye to the landlord, Hesheri's family, and told them that Jinzhou had been liberated, and that the men who had been drafted in Tunzi would return home in a few days.

When leaving, he also asked people to leave two silver ingots and five taels for Hesheri's family, which was used as accommodation expenses for the past few days, and specially pulled Queenie to fill the water tank in Hesheri's house.

The old Hesheri was moved to tears, and took His Majesty's hand and asked His Majesty the Emperor who he was.

"I am a good son of Aixin Jueluo."

After leaving this extremely simple answer, Jia Liuyi was reluctant to say goodbye to the Manchurian villagers in Tunzi.

Since the fall of Shenyang and Liaoyang, the wars of the Ming and Qing dynasties have always revolved around Jinzhou, and it can be said that this city witnessed the rise of the Qing army and the decline of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Jia Liuchang ridiculed Azu's family as hereditary traitors, objectively speaking, Azu's old lady Zu Dashou was worthy of the Ming Dynasty.

In the long-term siege of the Qing army, the Mongols in the city wavered and opened the east gate of Jinzhou to surrender, but even if the Qing army occupied the outer city of Jinzhou, Zu Dashou still led the Ming army to stick to the inner city of Jinzhou. It was not until the Battle of Songshan that Hong Chengchou's army was annihilated, and Jinzhou City fell into a cannibalistic tragedy again, that Zu Dashou was forced to surrender to the Qing Dynasty.

"For Dashou, it is still necessary to evaluate it objectively."

On the post road leading to Jinzhou, on an ordinary carriage full of grain and grass, Jia Liu suddenly got up from the grain bag and said to Lao Ji who was sitting in front of him for some reason.

"Drive!"

While catching the car, Lao Ji asked His Majesty the Emperor who was lying on the carriage looking at him with his head back: "What is the objective law?" The minister has tampered with Jia Hanfu's life, so he can't make up the ancestor's birthday anymore. ”

"If you think of a way, you don't have to make it up, you can refine the shining points, avoid the truth, you don't understand it, that is, you don't deny that Zu Dashou became a traitor in the Qing Dynasty, but you don't deny the heroic deeds of Zu Dashou against the Qing army before the Qing Dynasty, history, it should be thick and not detailed, and it should be seen in stages."

How to make it up, Jia Liu didn't ask, otherwise what would he do with Lao Ji.

"The minister is the prime minister and vice minister of the cabinet, not the emperor's royal literati!"

I don't know if the emperor was dissatisfied with letting him drive the car, or if the emperor was dissatisfied with letting him write nonsense, Lao Ji raised his neck for the first time to show the emperor his attitude of resistance.

Then he saw the Sixth Emperor straighten up, looked at him with ill intentions and asked, "Old Ji, how did my father push Ling off the carriage at that time?" ”

"Huh?"

Lao Ji's momentum was vented, and he said: "The minister thinks of a way, as long as the propaganda mouth can keep up, the emperor can make Zu Dashou and Yue Wumu as famous." ”

"You know propaganda."

Jia Liu's expression couldn't help but soften, Lao Ji made progress again, and he actually knew that the truth was not important, what mattered was who said.

The common people are ignorant, and even a nation with thousands of years of civilization can break their backbone, tamper with their heritage, destroy their civilization, and erase their national pride in just a few decades.

This point has been proven countless times in Chinese and foreign history.

The Qing Dynasty played this clearly.

After a quick speech, he actually admired: "You old Ji can understand this, which means that you are not far from Siberia." ”

Lao Ji was confused: "What Siberia?" ”

"Well, that means you're not far from Feng Bo."

Jia Liu coughed lightly, changed the topic, and instructed Lao Ji: "In addition, let the National History Museum and the Hanlin Academy prepare another team to prepare for the compilation of the History of the Qing Dynasty, and strive to complete the manuscript within one year." ”

"The Qing Dynasty is not dead, is it too early to revise history?"

Lao Ji's skull hurts.

Jia Liu said casually: "It's fast, it's not a bad thing to prepare in advance." ”

Lao Ji said "oh": "When does the emperor plan to crown the crown of the king of the dead country?" ”

"What coronation? How can you talk about a gun and a stick, so I listen to it weirdly."

As he was talking, the grain cart turned around, and an acquaintance appeared in his sight, and he couldn't help but greet the other party in the car: "Rich gang leader, such a coincidence, you also go to Jinzhou?" ”

"Either call the eldest brother, or call the gang leader, what does it mean to call the deputy gang leader? I'm going to call you a fake emperor, are you happy? ”

The old man in the luxurious carriage was very unhappy with the greeting of the six sons.

"Huh?.Makes sense."

Jia Liu smiled "haha", "By the way, how is Lao Chen's performance?" ”

"Okay."

Lao Fu took out his snuffbox and sniffed it, and immediately shivered and refreshed.

"I want to break the cyclical theory of the feudal dynasty, don't change your way to harm him, let alone lure him to commit crimes, take people well, isn't it good for everyone to progress together."

While speaking, a northwest wind blew, which was so cold that Jia Liu couldn't help but shiver, quickly bent his body down, copied his sleeves in the big cotton jacket and continued to nap.

Lao Ji didn't speak, looking at Zhang Jia, who was dressed in mink velvet, with more than a dozen big Eastern beads hanging around his neck, and holding a hand warmer in his hand, and then looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was buried in a grain bag with a shrunken neck and a snot that was about to flow out, a question lingered in his mind.

Who the hell is this beggar?

What are the six devils trying to do if they are so wronged?

(End of chapter)