"Why did we go west, aren't they in the north?"

"What north?"

"Didn't you say that those steppe barbarians ran to the north, but it doesn't look like you're chasing in the direction of the north!"

In the rushing convoy, the old man chewed candy in his mouth, wore toad sunglasses, grabbed the direction handle, drove three jumpers, and ran forward mightily and domineeringly.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting on the side, glanced at the direction of tracking the enemy and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Kacha!"

The hard candy was bitten by the old man's old teeth, and the old man smiled and replied while tasting the sweetness in his mouth: "It's in the north, but aren't we in the north?" ”

After that, he immediately reacted, the north side that his eldest grandson said should still be in the northernmost direction, "The northernmost direction is very cold, there is a group of savage barbarians living there, I heard that there seems to be no country, and the poor there don't even look down on the Mongolian barbarians, what are they going to do there?" Is it freezing? ”

"Now they have nowhere to run in the north, and according to the spies, they have turned to the west, probably to take refuge in the Golden Horde in the west."

"Although they have contradictions, after all, they were one family a hundred years ago, and this side was destroyed by us, and these remaining miscellaneous people will definitely go to the Golden Horde that still exists to avenge them."

Hearing the old man's story, Zhu Zhangui was stunned for a long time.

Isn't the north the territory of the big bear, when did it become a tribe of savages?

The Golden Horde, etc., seems to have neglected something.

Hearing about the country of the Golden Horde, Zhu Zhangui had already molded the memory of the lake, and suddenly thought of some of the information he saw.

It seems that the territory of Da Mao at the beginning was not so huge, they only rose from the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, and it seemed to be a tax-paying country in the Golden Horde before, or a small country that was not famous.

In Siberia, except for the Jurchen tribe in the northeast, the rest of the places are still in the stage of no one's rule, and it seems that there are still savage tribes living in it.

As the memory gradually emerged, Zhu Zhangui smiled helplessly.

I was blinded by my memory, and every time I thought of the north, I would think of the polar bear, and I always thought in my mind that they had been so powerful since ancient times.

In fact, this is not to blame Zhu Zhangui, many ordinary people do not know much about the historical memory of the northernmost country in the grassland, but subconsciously use the current distribution of power to formulate their ancient sphere of influence.

Although Zhu Zhangui is half a college student, he mainly studies small gourds, and he really doesn't know much about the polar bear in the north.

The perception of the polar bear comes entirely from the habit of subconsciously and the history of listening.

Knowing that there was no one to control the north for the time being, Zhu Zhangui's heart stirred.

Siberia as far as the eye can see, although it is a little cold, but the land is vast.

In such a big place, just planting potatoes is enough for everyone in the Ming Dynasty to die.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhangui's turbulent heart could no longer be suppressed, and he said to the old man excitedly:

"Grandpa, let's take down the huge land in the north!"

The old man, who was driving and holding a walkie-talkie and communicating with the spies in front of him, glanced at Zhu Zhangui suspiciously.

"What do you want that land for, I heard that it may not be frozen in May and June, and it will be winter in August and September, and when it's cold, you can freeze it into a stick when you pee, what do you want it to do where the bird doesn't."

The old man's words made Zhu Zhangui speechless.

But it's understandable when you think about it.

Although the old man is the emperor immediately, he will also be able to farm the land, and usually every year during the spring ploughing, the old man will personally preside over it as long as he is in Beijing. Sometimes, he even drove the oxen to plow the land with a whip.

In the old man's cognition, spring planting and autumn harvest are the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and any change of seasons will affect grain production.

Although the land of Siberia is vast, it is indeed cold there, and it has not yet waited for the beginning of spring here, and it is freezing over there, so what can the land do.

It is precisely because of this perception of the old man that he is not interested in the huge land of Siberia.

After all, in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, land that cannot produce food or minerals is a wasteland.

If it weren't for the northern grasslands, which have always threatened the security of the Central Plains, I'm afraid that the emperors of China would not even bother to occupy the northern grasslands.

After all, the Central Plains is dominated by agriculture and occupies the grassland land, so it is impossible to remove the grass to farm, it will take a lot of effort, and those grassland barbarians will come back at any time.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also the question of insight and cognition.

"Grandpa, you're thinking wrong!"

Seeing that the old man was disdainful of the huge land of Siberia, Zhu Zhangui raised his voice and decided to popularize the richness of Siberia to the old man.

"The place to the north, but it is not as rich as it is, and the large land there is the same as that of Nuer Gandusi, which is fertile black soil, the kind that can pinch out the oil when you reach out and grab it."

"On top of that, there are dense forests, there is an inexhaustible supply of timber, thousands of lakes and lakes, and countless small rivers, and there is no shortage of water at all."

"Just like the North Sea behind us, all kinds of delicious fatty fish in it, the fatty fish caught every year, are enough for our family to eat until they die."

After talking about agriculture, Zhu Zhangui introduced minerals with a golden light in his eyes.

Stretched out his hand and patted the three collapsers who were sitting down, "You can use this thing comfortably!" ”

The old man nodded.

The speed of the three collapses is fast, there is no limit to the endurance of horses, it can pull goods and people, it can also run on slightly worse terrain, and the uneven wheels can soar even in muddy weather.

In addition to sitting on it and bumping a little, the three collapses are the best driving tools in the world in the old man's mind.

Seeing the old man nodding, Zhu Zhangui introduced: "This thing burns diesel, and the price sold on the opposite side is two taels of silver per liter, which is such a high and wide volume." ”

Afraid that the old man didn't know how much a liter was, Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand and gestured up and down, left and right.

"The three collapses we sit down on need 11 liters to fill up, that is, 22 silver, and can run about 500 miles."

"A 22 o'clock, we have dozens of cars here, and it costs a thousand taels of silver to refuel, and it can only run more than 500 miles, and then it has to be added, but it is not a small expense."

"It's so expensive, plus this box of diesel fuel, it's enough to buy a horse."

Hearing this price, the old man glared, and the accelerator under his feet was subconsciously loosened a little.

In addition to passion and speed, it is also a lot of copper coins scattered out.

Zhu Zhangui shrugged his shoulders, "There is no way, there are gains and losses, you want to have invincible speed and long-term endurance, if you don't take money to smash, how can there be such a good thing." ”

After speaking, looking at the distressed appearance of the old man, Zhu Zhangui pointed to the northern region and said, "But it will be different if we take here." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows, "What do you say?" ”

Zhu Zhangui said excitedly: "There are countless black oil there, I have a refining method, which can extract diesel from black oil, as long as we take this territory and find the black oil production area, after we establish a workshop, there will be countless diesel, the kind that can't be used up, and then we don't have to ask the profiteer to buy diesel." ”

"And as far as I know, the profiteer has a bigger means of transport, which is faster, pulls more people and goods, and of course, is a big drinker."

"There is also the kind of chariot that is covered in steel and cannot be injured by any sword, gun, stick and sword, and it is also a big man who drinks oil."

"There are some other things, these are all things that we must equip the army with in the future."

"If we don't occupy an oil-producing place, we will be stuck by that profiteer in the future."

After talking about the oil, Zhu Zhangui continued: "In addition to this, there is also coal burned by trains and the steam engine of the future ironclad battleship, as well as a gas that can ignite instead of firewood. ”

"In addition, there are very rich minerals here, gold and silver ore, copper ore, iron ore, as long as you can think of any ore in the world, you can find it here."

"Let's talk to you!"

Zhu Zhangui stretched out 5 fingers and made a final summary.

"As long as we take this vast land, it will be enough for our descendants to lose at least 500 years."

"Crunch!"

The three Bangzi who were marching stopped, and Jiang Huai, who was holding a telescope above to observe the situation, didn't pay attention, and directly broke through the front baffle and flew out, screaming and falling into the grass.

Zhu Zhangui didn't notice it for a moment just now, and his head hit the front baffle headlong, and he gasped in pain.

"Why did you stop, didn't you want to chase those steppe barbarians?"

Zhu Zhangui rubbed his head and looked at the old man depressedly.

"Chase a fart!"

The old man glared, and shouted at Jiang Huai, who was lying on the grass and hadn't gotten up yet: "Jiang Aiqing is fine, if it's okay, come over and shake the car!" ”

"Alas, the minister is coming!"

Hearing the old man's call, Jiang Huai couldn't care about the pain on his body, got up with a roll, ran to the side of the three collapsers who stopped, took out the crank, and shook it vigorously.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu..."

Soon, the three crashes that turned off the fire sounded again, and when Jianghuai climbed into the car, the old man turned the handlebars and turned his head to go back.

"What are you doing!"

Zhu Zhangui is a little confused, what kind of trouble does this old man make.

"What else can you do? Go back and send troops to occupy the northernmost part, which is a treasure land, and no one else can take it. ”

The old man, who was about to turn around with the handlebars, replied urgently.

Several black lines appeared on Zhu Zhangui's forehead.

What this old man thinks is a play.

Zhu Zhangui just said so much, the main purpose is to get the old man to support him and occupy Siberia in the future, so that it can become the blood source of the Ming Dynasty, supply the entire Ming Dynasty, and extend the life of the Ming Dynasty indefinitely in the future.

But I didn't expect this old man, as soon as he heard that it was so rich there, he didn't even chase the steppe barbarians in his heart, and turned around and wanted to lead his troops to occupy Siberia.

"Grandpa, you're too anxious, no one wants that land for so many years, and it's not too late for this month and a year."

"Besides, with our Daming watching, who dares to snatch food from the tiger's mouth."

"You, it's better to go after your steppe barbarians with confidence, I already have arrangements there."

Under the repeated persuasion of Zhan Gui, the old man extinguished the idea of immediately turning around and sending troops to occupy Siberia.

Turning his head and turning the handlebars, he continued to drive according to the predetermined goal, and the old man asked Zhu Zhangui while glancing in the direction of the north.

"Tell me what you're arranging!"

The old man wanted to listen to his eldest grandson's arrangement of the future treasure house of Daming while he was still in charge, so that he could help by the side.

Otherwise, if you think that the expedition will cost money, you will object, and then the two of you will make a fuss because of this matter, and then let outsiders see the joke.

That's right, it's a treasure trove.

Siberia is so rich there, the old man has already set it up in his heart and made it a royal treasure.

Even he was wondering if he should make the northern region an exclusive domain of the royal family, and all the profits there would go to the royal family in the future.

In this way, even if the descendants of future generations are defeated, with such a big treasure in stock, as long as they are not a real peerless loser, they can carry it for a period of time.

The old man has lived a hard life, and he knows how distressing it is for an emperor to have no money and no food.

"That's what I thought." Zhu Zhangui, who didn't notice the old man's expression and couldn't guess the old man's thoughts, took a simple drawing board from the back opening, and explained it to the old man while drawing a general topographical map of Siberia.

"The grassland here seems to be called Xipol, I don't think this name is big enough, plus there is a Beihai here, so my grandson named this place Beiju Luzhou!"

The old man nodded in agreement, he also thought that this name was good, a very aura name.

While satisfied, the old man criticized his big fat son by name.

"I think it will be changed to Penglai, what kind of bad name did your father have, he was blind to his Confucian teachings."

Zhu Zhangui smiled and did not express an opinion on this.

Originally, he also wanted to call the island country Penglai, but before he could name it, his father named it.

Daddy was the master of the house for the first time, naming a huge territory, Zhu Zhangui had to give some face, and it was better to call a certain Ben.

Stretching out his hand to draw an inverted herringbone line on the simple topographic map of Siberia, oh no, it should now be called the topographic map of Beiju Luzhou, Zhu Zhangui explained to the old man:

"I plan to build a railway in this area of the fallen people, and then connect it to the railway line in Daming."

"In this way, in the future, our railway will be repaired, and the Daming railway will be completed, and all kinds of agricultural and sideline food and mineral resources in Beiju Luzhou can be quickly transported to all parts of Daming, providing and nourishing blood for Daming."

"My plan is to grow potatoes, after all, the planting season here is very short, and the short season is the most suitable for potato planting."

"In addition, the land here is fertile, and potatoes are grown on one acre of land, which is definitely not a small amount, and even the potatoes planted in this land alone are enough for all the people of our entire Ming Dynasty to eat."

Putting the drawing board on his lap, Zhu Zhangui said excitedly to the old man: "Grandpa, think about it, countless potatoes are produced here in Beiju Luzhou, countless grains are produced in the Ganges region, coupled with the development of the Hetao Great Plains that we planned, under the blood transfusion of the three parties, as long as our Daming is not unlucky, the three parties and the entire Daming have caused disasters, and our people will no longer suffer from hunger in the future." ”

Zhu Zhangui said that the spittle was flying, and the old man listened to it with a bright eye.

What is he fighting so hard for?

Isn't it just so that the people of the Ming Dynasty can have enough to eat, so that the people of the Ming Dynasty will no longer be harassed by foreign enemies.

Today, with the powerful army and navy of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the air force that has not yet appeared in Sun Tzu's mouth, the military capability of the Ming Dynasty is the second in the world, and absolutely no one dares to call it one.

Coupled with the huge population base and the millions of soldiers gathered, this world is not just a world where the Ming Dynasty can fight whoever he wants.

The invasion of foreign enemies has been resolved, as long as the emperors in the back do not mess around and keep the plans they have formulated to continue, the thousand-year empire will not be a dream.

With these three places where food is produced, Daming will no longer be short of food in the future.

There is no shortage of food, the military is strong, the population base is huge, Nima, as long as the emperor behind is a little ambitious, this world will always be shrouded under the banner of the sun and moon of the Ming Dynasty.

The empire on which the sun never sets, as Sun Tzu said, will also become a reality and will no longer be a dream.

Thinking that all this was the foundation laid by the three generations of his grandparents, the blood in the old man's heart swelled.

What about the First Emperor, the unification of Kyushu is indeed a huge contribution, but compared to the occupation of the entire world, this can only be regarded as ordinary.

If the future Da Ming can really do all this, he will become the controller of this world.

As the first generation of emperors who formulated all this, he Zhu Di will surpass the first emperor, surpass the father who has been the shadow of his life, and become the greatest emperor in the history of Yanhuang, and even chase after the three emperors and five emperors, and become the 9th emperor to make up for the fate of the whole heaven and earth.

"Okay, let's do it according to this plan."

Thinking of the beautiful fantasy in his heart, the old man hammered the direction and agreed to Zhu Zhangui's plan.

But after the excitement, the old man was a little worried.

"Little cub, although the north is good, it's too cold there, and it's far away from the homeland, I'm afraid the people of Daming don't want to go."

Hearing what the old man was worried about, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth, and he whispered in the old man's ear: "There are countless dirty slaves over there in Penglai, rather than letting them make trouble on the mainland, or die in natural and man-made disasters, it is better to let them use their residual heat and go to the north to plant potatoes for us, mine and build railways." ”

The more Zhu Zhangui talked about it, the more excited his eyes became, these little nests are good at digging potatoes, instead of letting them be idle and bored in the local area and thinking about making trouble, it is better to let them go to Beiju Luzhou to dig potatoes like their descendants in later generations.

Alas, I knew that those prisoners of war would not be killed, more than 100,000 strong laborers, which is enough to build a long railway, and enough to dig up potatoes.

Thinking of the plan in his heart, Zhu Zhangui regretted that he had killed too hard in the first place.

Glancing at the eldest grandson strangely, the old man couldn't understand what kind of stimulation his little cub was under, and why he had such a big grudge against these little gourds.

Although he is a little curious, what his grandson said is not unreasonable.

Instead of letting those little gourds in Penglai, do nothing every day and think about causing territorial turmoil, it is better to send them to Beiju Luzhou, build railways, plant potatoes, and mine, so as to contribute to the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

Anyway, he is a barbarian, and he is so short, he must not have a good breed, and if he dies, he will die.

Thinking of this, the old man's mind gradually let go.

In his thoughts, not only the little nest melon, but also the people who have recently rebelled in Jiaozhi, some unstable factors in the Western Regions, and Ah San's slaves, can be sent to Beiju Luzhou to dig potatoes.

These people have the energy to make an uprising, and they must have enough energy, so it is better to use it on the right path than to waste it on making trouble with the court.

In this way, it is no problem for several parties to work together to get millions of slaves.

No matter how long the railway built in Beiju Luzhou is, the old man firmly believes that those millions of slaves, for the strength of the Ming Empire, it is no problem to complete this mission.

In the following time, while discussing his plans for the future with the old man, Zhu Zhangui took an expeditionary force composed of three bangzi and horses, followed the news from the spies in front, and fell behind the grassland barbarians.

After nearly a month, Zhu Zhangui and his entourage set out from Beihai (Lake Baikal), crossed the entire Mobei, followed the steppe barbarians, and rushed directly to the region of the Golden Horde.

In order to be in a hurry along the way, the old man rushed to the ranks of the steppe barbarians more than once, and fired them with heavy machine guns, urging them to speed up.

Anyway, it's just not to kill them, it's just a word, play.

In terms of logistics, the old man is not worried, as long as Zhu Zhangui exists and has enough money, this expeditionary force of five or six thousand people will not be short of food, and even eat more comfortably than in Daming.

Zhu Zhangui did not urge the old man to quickly eliminate the barbarians and go back to make way for his father.

He knew in his heart that the old man did this just to fight for the first place when he was in power.

The old man is a very strong person, as a rebellious thief, he has always felt that this is his fatal stain, so he worked hard to develop the Ming Dynasty, and wanted to use great credit to offset his own stain, so that future generations will no longer hold on to this.

Cultivating the Yongle Grand Canon, sending Zheng He to the West, dredging domestic canals, everything he did was for this.

But for the arrogant old man, he felt that all this was not enough, and he wanted more merits, so that future generations would ignore his little stain.

So when Zhu Zhangui just put forward the proposal to conquer Ah San, the old man agreed without hesitation.

In order to be Zhu Zhangui's mouth, the huge plain area that can grow countless grains will make the people of Daming no longer lack food in the future.

Solving the food problem, the old man still feels that it is not enough, he also wants to sweep away the hidden dangers of the future of Daming, so that his sons and grandchildren, and even future children and grandchildren, can develop Daming safely.

Therefore, he worked hard to defeat the northern grasslands, and even did not hesitate to use his old body to make several expeditions to Mobei to completely eliminate these unstable grassland barbarians.

After several years of hard work, the Ming Dynasty can be said to have no shortage of food, and its strong military strength has also defeated the threat from the north.

The two hidden dangers have been lifted, the old man has no regrets in his heart, he came to Mobei with thousands of troops this time, with powerful weapons, saying that it is to exterminate the remnants, in fact, it is more like an old lion, patrolling the territory in the year of the wind and candles, warning those neighbors around him, do not touch my territory, although my old lion is old, but it can still eat people.

Similarly, the old man also wants to fulfill a dream, that is, to become the farthest emperor in the history of China, so that the descendants of the Zhu family in the future generations of the Ming Dynasty and the descendants of Yan and Huang will be proud of him Zhu Di.

Zhu Zhangui understood the old man's thoughts, so he didn't express any opinion on the old man taking thousands of people and dragging him all over the world to chase the grassland barbarians.

My grandfather, who has worked hard for Daming all his life, is now about to leave the throne to retire.

As his grandson, as his heir, he should fulfill this insignificant wish.

Not to mention chasing the enemy to the Golden Horde, as long as the old man is not tired, as long as the old man wants to go, even if he chases to Europe, Zhu Zhangui will follow.

"Your Majesty, the front has reported that the enemy army has been discovered, and the flag is the Golden Horde sending people to pick up the steppe barbarians."

Just when Zhu Zhangui grabbed the direction handle, bored and followed the car in front of him, and moved forward, the walkie-talkie hanging on the hook suddenly sounded the detection report in front.

The old man, who was sitting on the side with his legs crossed, drinking tea and reading a book, sat up straight, threw the book in his hand aside excitedly, picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned to the whole channel and yelled.

"All pay attention, find the enemy's main force, sons, listen to my orders, set up a formation, let's go to war!"

Then in Zhu Zhangui's speechless expression, he put the sunglasses hanging on the side on his face, reached out from the pocket next to him, took out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, pulled out the revolver that had been placed by his side with luxurious decoration, and the old face was excited to prepare for battle.