Night.

In the yurt, Badali sat cross-legged on a thick blanket, his chin propped up with his left hand, and his elbow resting on the small table, thoughtful.

His wife made the bed in the back.

"Great Khan, it's so late, and you haven't slept yet!"

Madame said and yawned heavily.

"You sleep, I'm thinking." Badali said impatiently.

Madame was happy: "There are guards around King Zhou, so you don't need to be blind." ”

"!" Badali was a little angry, "I'm not here for this, don't talk nonsense if you don't know." ”

"Great Khan, what's the use of you figuring out in your own heart, it's better to say it, and I'll help you figure it out."

"That's right."

Badali thought for a moment and said, "The king said to me during the day that he would spend money to ransom the Xibes, Daurs, and Guaerchaites under my name. ”

"Yo, that's a big deal!" Madame exclaimed.

The most important thing in Mongolia is not gold and silver, but people.

The grasslands are barren, and there is no place to use gold and silver except for mutual markets.

The people are different, they feed cattle and sheep on weekdays, and fight with the army in wartime.

Precious!

"No, when the king said to me, I answered in one bite."

Badali said: "These people are scattered throughout the left-wing Mongolian tribes, and I can't be the master alone.

As a sign of loyalty, I also told the king about the situation of the various tribes.

Originally, I thought that the king would either retreat in the face of difficulties or execute it immediately.

Unexpectedly, the king said to slow down and then carry it out. ”

"Isn't that a good thing? It shows that people also think it's too difficult and want to slow down. ”

Madame couldn't figure out why her husband couldn't even think about this.

"Of course I know, but the problem is that the smile on the king's face tells me that he actually knows everything. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious it became, and I couldn't sleep. ”

Madame couldn't figure it out either.

Inside the tent, there was silence for a while.

"Oops!" Badali suddenly slapped his thigh, "I see. ”

"You're scared the hell out of me."

The lady stroked her heart and asked, "What do you know?" ”

"The king knew that all kinds of words were circulating against him on the grassland, and he deliberately brought it up in order to test the reaction of our various departments, and then ......"

Badali sweated on his forehead.

He was glad that he had said nothing wrong in front of the king, and then he was worried that he had a restless brother, what if he took the opportunity to make trouble?

"Great Khan, you promised, what will you do in the future?" Madame asked.

"What should I do, we are now said by the Han people, and the mutton on the board is all up to them." Badali hurriedly wiped his sweat.

"People will say you're 'not responsible.'"

"Fart! I'm not the golden Buddha in the temple, they take it to worship when they need it, and they don't need to kick it away. ”

"Okay, go to bed early. Since people are just tempting, and you haven't done anything wrong, why are you worried about this? If the two sides really want to fight, it is the offender who suffers, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"That's right."

Badali stood up and untied his clothes.

Madame blew out the oil lamp.

In the wind and snow, except for the sentry's eyes widened, they all fell asleep.

The sound of the river flowing was muffled by the wind and snow.

Yang Chengying, who was asleep, frowned, reached out and groped on the bed, until he held the bracelet on the hilt of the short sword, and his brows slowly relaxed.

has penetrated into Yang Chengying's bone marrow and blood.

This is a yurt built for him by the Mongols, and the floor is used thoughtfully so that it is at a distance from the ground.

The bed is also a wooden plank bed commonly used by the Central Plains people, and the quilt is thick.

It didn't take long for Yang Chengying to sigh and open his eyes.

He woke up and couldn't sleep anymore.

After getting dressed, Yang Chengying groped around the screen and came to the living room.

The oil lamps in the hall had been on for a long time, and the lights were dim because the wicks had not been replaced for a long time.

Wang Fuchen sat on the couch with a blanket in half, and the small table in front of him was full of things like Minnes bullets and short knives.

There was also a firing pistol on the side.

He was on duty tonight and didn't sleep all night.

When Yang Chengying came out, Wang Fuchen was wiping the knife with a cloth dipped in a little oil.

He was obviously stunned when he saw Yang Chengying wake up: "The king got up so early? It's not dawn yet, do you want to drink water? ”

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the jar-like thing on the table, revealing a teapot inside.

This thing was originally used to keep warm.

Wang Fuchen poured warm water into the cup, and then brought the cup to Yang Chengying.

Yang Chengying stared in confusion, took the cup, and sat down behind the table near the screen while asking:

"What time is it?"

"It's probably the end of the day."

"It's so early, no wonder ......" Yang Chengying yawned and took a sip of water.

"Go back to sleep, my lord. If you're afraid of oversleeping, I can call you. ”

Wang Fuchen persuaded.

"Forget it, I can't sleep anymore."

Yang Chengying was under a lot of pressure.

The strategy of opening up the Northeast is not to take one step at a time, but to have a detailed plan.

There is a plan for which step to take first and which step to take later.

Yang Chengying spent a year inspecting the Northeast this time, but similar to Zhang Qian's chiseling through the Western Regions, he first built a general framework.

Next, how to compile the system of adjutants, how to improve the trade of edicts, and which strongholds to garrison soldiers......

There are still headaches for many things.

It made him unable to stop thinking in his sleep.

Wang Fuchen continued to wipe his weapons and said, "You just slept for a while, and someone sent three copies of the newspaper, which were from Shenyang. But when your subordinates see that there are no chicken feathers on the letter, they don't alarm you. ”

Although Yang Chengying is located thousands of miles away in the Heilongjiang River Valley, his communication with Shenyang has not been interrupted.

Out of the necessity of avoiding the wind and snow, the army marched all the way to the right flank of Horqin, but did not receive a report on the way.

However, Yang Chengying had already told Fan Wencheng in advance to report the report to the right wing of Horqin.

Yang Chengying cut the burned wick, picked up the oil lamp, and opened the newspaper.

Three newspapers, one is good news.

The railways from Shenyang to Port Arthur and Shenyang to Chaoyang have been opened. The railway to Kaiyuan is also in the trial operation stage and is expected to be ready for use early next year.

The railway management department is already surveying the line to Ningyuan, preparing to start construction early next year.

Following the practice set by Yang Chengying, the temporary minister of the Railway Management Department was Yan Mingtai, the governor of Liaodong Province.

The handling of local affairs, especially the dissuasion of the people who disrupted the construction of the subway, was handed over to the new governor of Bac Ninh Province, Wu Xiang.

The second Kannai Di Newspaper.

The imperial court fought with the peasant army in the western part of Huguang, and the situation became more and more intense.

Fan Wencheng reported in his residence that it was not that the officials and troops were unable to encircle and suppress it, but that natural and man-made disasters continued.

The drought in Shaanxi and Yunyang Prefecture was a natural disaster, and the peasant army was a man-made disaster.

The third is the Navy's Di Bao.

Zheng Zhilong reported that there was constant friction between the navy and Dutch warships and pirates, and Liu Xiang seemed to have a tendency to separate.

However, Fan Wencheng posted Geng Zhongming's newspaper behind the newspaper.

Geng Zhongming believes that Zheng Zhilong's Haikou habits are very heavy, and he intends to let his brother take an important position, but he has been prevented.

"It's itchy again!" Yang Chengying thought to himself, "It's time to solve the matter of the navy." ”