Li Zicheng saw that Liu Zongmin didn't speak, this can't be done, who should deal with Wu Sangui?

The matter of the faint monarch Chongzhen in the palace is still unresolved, and there is another Wu Sangui, whose ass is wiped.

Liu Zongmin sat with a golden knife and didn't look at Li Zicheng at all.

That means that everyone is a thief, you want the horses to run, you don't want the horses to graze, what do you like?

At this time, Song Xiance and Li Yan came to see each other one after another, and the two of them sat down after giving Li Zicheng a salute.

Regarding the situation in front of him, Song Xiance still refused to speak easily, and Li Zicheng had no choice but to ask Li Yan.

Li Yan said, "Your Majesty, aren't we going to recruit Wu Sangui? On behalf of His Majesty King Chuang, Ruhou personally went to the Wu Mansion and treated him with courtesy, Chen said that the benefits and harms, coupled with King Chuang's handwritten letter and Wu Xiang's family letter, Wu Sangui has no reason to send troops to us?"

"Hey," Li Zichang sighed, "Isn't it because Jiexuan annoyed Wu Sangui?"

At this time, all eyes knelt down on Liu Zongmin's face.

Someone who knows in his heart turned: Yes, if you don't rob other people's little wives, can people turn against Dashun? Don't say it's Wu Sangui, who is on this matter, and he won't just swallow it, and then throw it over and follow the Dashun army.

Li Yan still doesn't know the inside story, how did Liu Zongmin annoy Wu Sangui, the two of them are hundreds of miles apart?

Liu Zongmin heard Li Zicheng say this, and he also held back his anger, everyone is a thief, only allow you Li Zicheng to rob Chongzhen's Dou beauty, and don't allow me Liu Zongmin to rob Wu Sangui's little wife?

Therefore, Liu Zongmin stood up with a sigh, with a heroic spirit of daring to do things.

"Yes, I robbed Chen Yuanyuan, what's so great about a mere Wu Sangui? I sent troops and killed him immediately! How to solve the problem of just food and salary? King Chuang, Prime Minister, Li Gongzi, this is what you planned, what did you say at the beginning?"

Li Yan suddenly realized, no wonder Wu Sangui would come so quickly.

How can you, Liu Zongmin, do this? You won't be a thief in the future, you will be the marquis of the Dashun Army in the future, why are you still a thief?

I can even do the thing of robbing ***.

But now it is impossible to recruit Wu Sangui.

Couldn't make it with Chongzhen Chan, and subdued Wu Sangui again.

What is this turning enemies into friends? It is completely contrary to his original intention of ruling the world with benevolence and virtue and winning the hearts of the people to win the world.

As for the lack of food and salary in the army, he was also powerless, and when he greeted King Chuang in Henan, his family resources had been dispersed.

If you want to pay out of your own pocket, it's impossible.

Li Yan was also silent for a moment.

"What do you think?" Li Zicheng had no choice but to ask Song Xiance again.

Song Xiance seemed to be asleep, but it was natural for him to sleep at Li Zicheng's conference, and no one dared to say much.

Because people can pinch and calculate, you have to close your eyes for this matter, and who knows if you can sleep or not?

At this time, Song Xiance opened his eyes, and he couldn't close his eyes anymore, because Li Zicheng had already asked him twice.

If you have to be silent any longer, maybe Li Zicheng will lose his temper.

Song Xiance said: "Don't worry, the lord doesn't have to go out in person, Wu Sangui's remnant division is just a remnant of Wu Sangui, that is, the division of King Qin of Chongzhen, it's not a big deal, Song can make him disappear with a little trick."

Song Xiance's words were astonishing.

"Oh, I wonder what the military advisor has planned?" Li Zicheng's eyes flashed.

"From now on, the Lord only needs to spread the news of the suicide and martyrdom of the faint monarch Chongzhen, the palace is tightly blocked, of course outsiders do not know the truth, the news comes out, these Qin Wang's divisions will inevitably be in chaos without a fight, including the remnants of the Jiangnan of the Ming Dynasty, they will also have their own troops and fight for themselves. After the Lord ascends the throne, he can break through each of them, and the whole world can be determined, and this is a plan to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle."

Song Xiance shook his head, short and dark, similar to Song Xiaobao in the sketch.

"What a plan to draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle! These civil officials and military generals of the Ming Dynasty each have their own ghosts, and once Chongzhen dies, they will inevitably fall and scatter, and they will be in chaos without a fight." Ox Venus strokes his palms and praises goodness.

"The military advisor is really smart." Li Zicheng was overjoyed and immediately ordered his subordinates to spread rumors outside.

But this urgent need has been solved, and there is another urgent matter, what about the problem of food?

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers had to eat and feed their horses even if they didn't send troops to fight, and of course they all needed money and food.

Therefore, Liu Zongmin still had a tiger face, and he didn't look happy at all.

But this is Li Zicheng looking at Song Xiance, and people squinted their eyes again.

Song Xiance said secretly: Song Mou's plan is enough!

Now there are three military divisions in the Dashun Army, Niu Jinxing is now the prime minister, and Li Yan and Li Gongzi have also become generals.

I, Song Xiance, only got a false name as the founding army division.

His Majesty King Chuang now favors Niu Jinxing, who is the great prime minister of a country. Even Li Gongzi has a civil official and a military position, which is much more affordable than me.

This kind of mental work is the three of us, and we can't let Lao Song do it alone!

Li Zicheng looked at Niu Jinxing's face again, "Prime Minister, what is the opinion of the military advisor on the matter of food and salary?"

"Lord, the common people in the Gyeonggi area have no grain in their hands, and the rich squires refuse to collect it, and it is a long way to transport grain to Xi'an, which cannot solve the fundamental problem. 6 million taels of silver were sent to the palace, but Li Junshi's merits, Li Junshi should be in his chest, right?"

Niu Jinxing said, his gaze fell on Li Yan's face.

"Lord, to solve the problem of the Ming Palace, there is another way at the moment, since the life and death of Lu Xiangdong are unknown, we can turn to Shaolin for help, and transport the black and white impermanent corpse to the Shaolin Temple, if the senior monks of the Shaolin Temple are willing to help, break the palace, and Qin Chongzhen is just around the corner, and by then 6 million taels of silver will still be in His Majesty."

Li Yan really couldn't think of a solution to the problem, Niu Jinxing intended to use the 6 million silver to talk about things, so he had to make this decision to let the martial arts people intervene.

Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being unrighteous Li Yan. No matter how high your martial arts are, can you still be higher than a Shaolin monk?

Niu Jinxing couldn't help nodding, "The military advisor has a clever plan, Chongzhen killed the black and white impermanence, let the Shaolin monk deal with him, the Shaolin faction is the authentic martial arts, and Chongzhen will definitely be defeated."

Liu Zongmin said disdainfully: "Although the words of the military advisor are reasonable, but send the corpse over, and wait for those monks to come, it will take at least 10 days and a half to go back and forth, and there are only two days of grain and grass left in the army, so let the soldiers drink the northwest wind in these few days?"

The issue of food and salary is indeed a difficult problem, Li Zicheng, Niu Jinxing, Li Yan, and Song Xiance are all silent.

Liu Zongmin said: "King Chuang, I think so, you go and invite the Shaolin monks, and I will find a way to solve the problem of food and salary. These old bureaucrats of the Ming Dynasty, all fat and oily just refuse to bleed, if you don't give them some color to see, I really don't know that Lord Ma has three eyes!"

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen