Chapter 165 Magpie's Nest Dove

Yuan Chonghuan knew that Sun Chuanting would not come to the grassland because of a can, and Xuanda was still a lawsuit.

"Your Majesty's intention is to find a stable place for the dark clouds, and you can't keep floating like this."

In the grassland in September, it was already very cold, Sun Chuanting put the leftover leg of mutton on the charcoal fire and roasted it, watching the mutton fat in it drip onto the fiery coal little by little.

"You also have a crush on that little tribe of Duoyan?"

Yuan Chonghuan took the burning charcoal fire from the branches, put the lit branches at his feet, twisted them out, and used the blackened branches to write and draw on the ground of the big tent.

"Or do you can't see Dongchang do anything to the people of Jin Shang, so you hid from me?"

Everyone is a person in a trench, and their status is generally high, so they naturally speak a lot more presumptuous in this wilderness.

Cao Huachun is still on the way here, and Sun Chuanting can't say that he likes it or doesn't like it. He knows very well that there are many things in China that he and the army can't do, but Dongchang and Jinyiwei have no taboos.

However, he also wished that he would be away from this dark life. Looking at Sun Chengzong's current status, Sun Chuanting is not without ideas. But if you do too much dirty work, you can indeed quickly gain the trust of His Majesty the Emperor, but there are hidden dangers in rising up the ladder in the righteous and bright officialdom.

Now I have a great future, and there is no need.

"It's all arranged by His Majesty, and those who should cooperate should still actively cooperate and do things well."

Sun Chuanting is different from Yuan Chonghuan, Yuan Chonghuan has been in the army for too long, and he is a straight-tempered and face-loving character. Sometimes it's easy to talk too much, and sometimes it's a shame to save face.

As now, His Majesty complained in the minutes of the meeting of the military department that his First Army could not be formed for a long time. Before anyone else could say anything, Yuan Chonghuan immediately sent back two-thirds of the soldiers in his hands, and then made himself overstretched, so that His Majesty the Emperor had to allocate another batch of people to him from his own border army.

But he never gave a word of advice.

Sun Chuanting, who has been in officialdom for a long time, knows that in this world, everyone lives with their own skills. He was able to win the appreciation of His Majesty the Emperor by being ruthless and impartial, why couldn't Yuan Chonghuan win the favor of the emperor with his straightforwardness? Everyone has their own way of patting on the back.

Even Inspector Sun, the emperor has obviously named the new rifle, and the last time in the newspaper, the old man was not still a serious Mingfa himself proposed to name the new rifle Chongzhen Rifle.

This kind of naked sycophancy, no one dares to say a word at all.

"Those are all Shanxi Fan Wendou's own way of taking his own death, no wonder others. Five million catties of grain in exchange for five million catties of salt, of which there is no less than 500,000 taels of silver. What's more, where will these five million catties go? In the past, the border army did not have the salary of the imperial court, so they turned a blind eye and drew some water from it. But now ............"

He violently ripped off a large piece of charred lamb and shoved the still bloody part into the fire.

"Are these people making money crazy?" Yuan Chonghuan sometimes doesn't understand.

"Profit makes wisdom faint, people die for money, and birds die for food. Say what it does. Sun Chuanting was a little disgusted and didn't want to talk about this topic deeply.

"After this time, like you and me, we will not be allowed to move in the country anymore. You will see Cao Huachun in a few days, so be careful when you speak. Sun Chuanting read the newspaper and excerpts more than Yuan Chonghuan, and had more time to think, so he couldn't help but remind Yuan Chonghuan. After all, this is now also his partner in the Northwest.

"So what? Dongchang's trick is okay in Beijing, but it's really not enough to see outside. By the way, what will happen to the country in the future? Yuan Chonghuan asked, he also knew that he was relatively weak in this kind of court analysis, and taking this opportunity, it seemed that Sun Chuanting was also willing to speak, so he hurried to ask.

"Qin Liangyu and the White Pole Army have arrived in Beijing."

Sun Chuanting looked at Yuan Chonghuan with a puzzled expression, I have transferred all the materials and documents sent by the Beijing master on weekdays to you?

"Your Majesty's move is really an antelope with horns and ethereal. I thought that Qin Liangyu and the White Pole Army would go to Liaodong, but I didn't expect that the news of disbandment on the spot also fell behind, and it was directly turned into a public security army, responsible for civil war, city defense and key point protection. ”

"By the way, don't mess with Dongchang. Next time Cao Huachun comes, I'll also send some of your cattle and sheep. In the future, they will be responsible for monitoring and intelligence of military operations abroad. If you don't wear small shoes, you will be pressed against your battle reports and needs, and you see if you can stand it. ”

Yuan Chonghuan arched his hand, but he could still understand it.

In any case, he and Sun Chuanting are both vested interests of the new emperor's accession to the throne this time, and they have the instinct to defend their own class no matter what.

"Tomorrow, if you don't take back your night, as soon as the sneak attack on the king's tent army sets off, I will become the grandson shopkeeper of the Ming caravan, let's go to the Duoyan tribe." Let's see if we can find a place for your dark cloud Qimugmerin to stay. ”

The Duoyan tribe is not the Duoyan Sanwei.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the elite forces were drawn from the Duoyan tribe to form the Wuliang Ha Sanwei. Later, as the bonds of the Ming Dynasty became weaker and weaker, Wuliang Ha Sanwei changed its name to Duoyan Sanwei. But this Duoyan Sanwei has nothing to do with the Duoyan tribe anymore.

The Duoyan tribe has now become a very weak steppe tribe. The current patriarch is called Gasulun, and he is sixty years old. I have long lost the heart of progress, and basically survived by the commodity exchange of the four sea merchant groups of the imperial court.

Such steppe tribes have long lost their cohesion, their population is getting smaller and smaller, and their age is getting smaller.

Yuan Chonghuan's night did not accept and wrote a tribe like Duoyan as an example in the grassland report, but it was keenly discovered by Zhu Youzhen. He directly approved Sun Chuanting and asked him to vigorously support the Four Seas Caravan and the Duoyan tribe to do business.

This is also the main business of Sun Chuanting's visit this time. But regarding the affairs of the Duoyan tribe, he and Yuan Chonghuan have said many times in their letters, so the two of them don't say much today.

Yuan Chonghuan nodded, indicating that he knew.

In fact, he was not positive in his heart. Because his weapons and equipment are getting better and better, he now prefers face-to-face tough battles rather than this kind of sneaky intrigues.

The two of them were in the cold tent, exchanging the recent movements of the imperial court word by word, and also thinking about their next move in their hearts.

As he spoke, he drank a large jar of barley wine, and the two of them fell asleep in the big tent.

Early the next morning, Sun Chuanting changed into a green coat and sat in the carriage with a book of Analects in his hand, but Yuan Chonghuan was dressed like a bodyguard and rode on a horse. A caravan with more than a hundred wagons and four or five hundred armed guards marched towards the Duoyan tribe.

Three days later, when it was almost dusk, the tents of the Duoyan tribe could already be seen.

No one was on guard, and no one saw the sheep returning home like a mountain full of clouds, and they could not hear the melodious song of the shepherdess.

When the group was about to cross the Lele River, they saw several horses running out of the tribe.

It was the patriarch of the Duoyan tribe, Gasulun, who looked old and looked like a skeleton in his sixties. He stretched out his dry hands and hugged the shopkeeper of the Four Seas Merchant Group.

Gasulun was so thin that his hands could barely wrap around the fat waist of the five big and three thick kings.

"Dear Anda, I heard a wonderful birdsong early in the morning, but I didn't expect to see you in less than half a day."

Gasuren's smile was sincere and bright. He knew that without the Four Seas Merchant Group, without this king who was about the same age as himself, the Duoyan tribe would not even be able to sustain their daily life.

"My dear Anda, I have also been delayed in the customs for a few days, and you see, once I have a hundred carriages filled here, I will come to you as soon as possible. I didn't stop passing a hundred tribes, and the singing of a hundred shepherdessmen didn't slow down my horse's hooves. I'm afraid that I'm anxious about Anda and so on on this grassland. ”

With that, he hung an incomparably white Hada around Gasulun's neck.

At this time, Gasulun's face was full of wrinkles, and his dry face suddenly turned red.

"Anda, I can't even get a cow here as a gift in return."

The shopkeeper did not smile, but looked at Gasulun more sincerely.

"Don't say that. The cattle and sheep on this grassland are the hard work of every herdsman. Last year's White Plague and this year's Crown's tax revenue for the Dark Cloud and its Wood Forest Merlin had drained the blood of every tribe that worked hard. I don't want to return the salute, as long as I can see Anda's smile, it makes me happier than hundreds of cows. ”