Gaizhou commands the embassy, the main hall.

Yang Chengying sat on the main seat with a serious expression, staring at the young scribe standing in front of him.

Because he became a slave with a red flag prematurely, the scribe had already shaved his head and wore a Ming coat, which was indescribably awkward.

Facing Yang Chengying's gaze, the other party dealt with it calmly.

"How long do you keep this outfit in it?"

Yang Chengying saw that the other party's clothes had fallen off, and reasonably guessed that this should be the bottom of the box.

The scribe said calmly: "Since the forty-sixth year of Wanli, I have secretly hidden this set of clothes and crowns, and I have not worn them until today. ”

"You are dressed like this, did you know that I intended to recruit you to my command?"

"Yes, yes."

"Oh? How can you tell? ”

"I'm a nobody, my identity is just a document of General Sun, if it's for the sake of proclamation, the general will definitely not meet in person."

Sure enough, there are some skills!

Yang Chengying looked at the scribe appreciatively, and thought to himself, this person seems to be similar to Ning Wan, they are not traditional scholars, and they seem to be different.

The scribe was none other than Fan Wencheng.

Historically, Fan Wencheng and Ning Wan were originally two types of people, one was a strategist with a bit of traditional scholar atmosphere, while Ning Wan was a complete "gambler".

"You are so proactive, is it the slave chief who is not good for you?"

Yang Chengying asked deliberately.

"Yes, the slave chief only treats me as a gentleman who copies books and writes, Gong Zhenglu and others."

Fan Wencheng replied very frankly.

Gong Zhenglu was a literati who taught the princes, including Huang Taiji, during the Nurhachi period.

In addition to literacy and hyphenation, he didn't have any level, and was later killed by Nurhachi for committing a crime.

"Mencius once said: The king regards his ministers as siblings, and the ministers regard him as his confidants; The monarch regards the minister as a dog and a horse, and the minister regards the monarch as a countryman; The king regards his ministers as mustard, and the ministers regard him as an enemy. ”

Fan Wencheng smiled lightly and said: "The slave chief has nothing to be nostalgic for, so he took refuge in the general." ”

Yang Chengying listened and laughed.

Unexpectedly, Fan Wencheng still has this side.

It's fast-talking, and it's painful.

Yang Chengying immediately got up, took Fan Wencheng's hand, and patted the back of his hand:

"What you said was exactly what I thought. Joyfully! ”

With that, take him to the back hall.

In the back hall, Yang Chengying and Fan Wencheng sat down as guests.

Under Yang Chengying's greeting, the maid served two bowls of tea.

"Sir, please have tea!"

"Thank you, General."

Fan Wencheng picked up the delicate tea bowl, gently removed the tea powder with the lid, blew a breath, took a shallow sip of fragrant tea, and then closed his eyes very enjoyably.

After a while, Fan Wencheng opened his eyes and sighed: "The tea is mellow and has a long aftertaste. Good tea! I haven't drunk such a good tea for a long time, it's sent from Jiangnan? ”

"Exactly. Mr. Sun, who was in charge of firearms in our army, was a person from the south of the Yangtze River who was not accustomed to drinking tea from the north, so he often sent people to transport tea from the south of the Yangtze River to Liaodong. ”

Yang Chengying smiled and introduced the source of tea.

"Firearms? The general is casting firearms? ”

Fan Wencheng clearly has limited interest in tea, but he is interested in firearms.

"Don't hide it, sir, I'm already going to make a batch of firearms myself."

Yang Chengying deliberately did not mention the Hongyi cannon, because it was not yet time to dig out his heart and lungs.

"The general really has a unique vision, as long as the firearms are well-made, they can show their might."

"Haha...... Mr. is overrated. ”

After a few more polite words, Yang Chengying cut the topic to the matter of moving the people south.

"I plan to move all the people of Gaizhou to Jinzhou, what do you think, sir?"

"Why did the general move the people?"

Fan Wencheng asked rhetorically.

"With my forces, I can't occupy it for a long time and can only retreat. I am afraid that after I leave, whether it is the Ming army or the slave soldiers who reoccupy it, they will take the opportunity to plunder the people. ”

Yang Chengying sighed and said helplessly.

In ancient times, "military discipline" was a very harsh thing. Even killing good people and robbing the people are considered pediatrics.

I don't have the ability to occupy it for a long time, but I don't want the people to be hurt because of this, so I chose the road of migration. And, of course, expand the Golden State's manpower by the way.

It can also slowly extend the territory of the Golden State to the north.

Fan Wencheng shook his head and said: "The general is indeed doing this out of kindness, I am afraid that most of the people will not go with you." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Yang Chengying was curious.

"Gaizhou is adjacent to Liaoxi, and Gaizhou is recovered, and they can flee back to Liaoxi. If you go to the Golden State and stay away from your homeland, you may also encounter discrimination. ”

Fan Wencheng seriously analyzed: "The general really thinks about the people, it is better to give them a chosen path, rather than forcibly moving all south." ”

In fact, Yang Chengying did not mean to forcibly move all south.

After listening to Fan Wencheng's words, Yang Chengying thought for a moment and said, "Just do what Mr. said." ”

Since so many people are attached to their homeland, if they are forcibly moved south, there will be many contradictions, and good things will be done badly.

Let them do as they please, and it is also in line with their usual style of acting.

However, Yang Chengying had just told the news to his generals, but he was collectively opposed.

Bao Chengxian was the first to stand up against it.

"The general is too merciful! If they were not forcibly moved south, none of them would go with the general. When the slave chieftains came, or the Ming army came, they couldn't go anymore. ”

"I deeply agree with Lao Bao's words." Sun Degong echoed.

Listening to what they mean, "can't go" is likely to be physical.

Although he was pleased with Bao Chengxian and Sun Degong's adaptation, Yang Chengying still decided to stick to his own ideas.

"Most of the people in Gaizhou come from western Liaoning, and it is not easy to help the old and bring the young to Gaizhou, how can they be willing to go to Jinzhou with me."

Yang Chengying said: "It's still according to what Mr. Fan said, let them choose." ”

As soon as he heard this, Bao Chengxian suddenly became anxious: "The general moved the people in order to enrich the strength of Jinzhou, so he should forcibly move south." ”

"Voluntary things, how can they be forced." Yang Chengying disagreed.

Bao Chengxian smiled bitterly: "The general thinks we are ruthless, and I think the general doesn't understand the methods of the slave chief." ”

"Huh?" Yang Chengying frowned slightly, "How do you say this?" ”

"After the general leaves, if the Ming army does not come, but the slave chieftain comes. The Slave Chieftain will definitely go on a killing spree and turn Gaizhou into a wasteland. ”

Bao Chengxian sighed.

Hearing this, Yang Chengying's whole person was shocked.

At this time, he remembered that there was an important feature of Nurhachi's reign in Liaodong, which did not pay attention to literati and common people, but only to soldiers.

There is also the principle of "thieves do not go empty", and if you can't defend the city, you have to take away valuable things.

Compared with Fan Wencheng, Bao Chengxian and Sun Degong have treated both the Ming army and Houjin, but they know too well what they are.

After all, they were part of it.

"Sir, please write a notice for me!"

Yang Cheng said to Fan Wencheng: "The people of Gaizhou will pack up their belongings within two days, and on the third day, they will go south with the Jinzhou army, and no household will be missed." ”

Let the world be dissatisfied with me alone.

"Yes."

Fan Wencheng hugged his fists.

He was not dissatisfied because Yang Chengying did not adopt his suggestions, but saw Yang Chengying's courage to take responsibility and sincerely admired it.