The matter of the poetry anthology is easy to solve, which also makes Zhao Hong excited. This also indicates that his popularity in the government and the opposition should be guaranteed.

But in the final analysis, he writes books, and only relies on poetry, and his image is still a "merry prince". If you want to have extraordinary "ambitions", you also need to publish a book about side affairs, such as "Anthology of Side Affairs", or "Collection of Side Affairs".

How easy is it to say?

Without personal experience and experience on the battlefield, those memories of later generations alone are not enough to publish a book, cannot be convincing, and it is difficult to write a book.

Hu Mengyu, Yang Yi and others left, and Zhao Hong was collecting the poems on the table when there was a knock on the door again.

"Your Highness, the shopkeeper of Qingpingfang's "Yan Family Rice Shop" is here! ”

Jia Ding Xu Sheng's voice sounded, and he quietly added.

"She came in through the back door!"

Just now, Xu Liang and the others all entered through the main entrance. It can also be seen from this that this Yan Chun has begun to become cautious in doing things.

"Let her in!"

Zhao Hong put down the paper manuscript and smiled slightly.

Always coming from the back door, and it's still mealtime, this chick is vigilant and ruthless.

"Little lady Yan, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace. You didn't miss me again when you came today, did you? ”

Yan Chun came in, his eyes were bright, cold and moving, Zhao Hong smiled slightly, and his expression was very unbeatable.

Beauty, a beauty who also knows how to dress up, is always refreshing.

He quickly poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table, respectfully.

"Please take a seat and use good tea!"

"It's a beautiful idea! Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, I brought Baisuo and Ai Hu, and I have already given them to your subordinates, let them hang on the house to ward off evil spirits! ”

Yan Chun glanced at Zhao Hong and said angrily.

Baisuo is a rope-like ornament woven with various silk threads, and during the Dragon Boat Festival, every household will hang it on the door, and this custom has been handed down from the Han Dynasty; Ai Hu is made of wormwood woven into the shape of a tiger, and like Baisuo, it is hung on the door to ward off evil spirits.

"Little lady Yan, you are so good to me, do you want me to promise me?"

Zhao Hong laughed and leaned back in the chair.

In fact, the imperial court has rewarded many Dragon Boat Festival gifts, such as fine arrowroot, fragrant dill, pusi, zongzi, etc., but he is too busy to take care of it.

"I don't dare! There are so many women around you, I'm going to rob you, and they still can't play with me? ”

Yan Chun said jokingly. She suddenly found that with Zhao Hong, her words were much more casual and frivolous.

He who touches pitch will be defiled! Talking and behaving like a woman is not a good sign!

"So many women always feel that something is missing. If I add you one, it's perfect! ”

Zhao Hong shook his head, his expression unbeaten.

Counting up, it seems that there is only one confidant of Zhou Xiuniang. But even Zhou Xiuniang is the "legacy" of his predecessor Zhao Hong, and he has no choice.

To be honest, he's really alone!

"It's talking nonsense again, it's not serious!"

Yan Chun shook his head and picked up the teacup.

"Zhao Hong, what book are you reading? Such a big bunch, it can't be a ghost, right? ”

Seeing the books on Zhao Hong's desk, Yan Chun asked curiously.

"What kind of pretending? I'm calling it planning ahead! ”

Zhao Hong pointed to the book and said seriously.

"The Tatars are powerful and ambitious, and I am going to write a few articles about the Tatars, mainly about their tactics and strategies, but also to let the people of the Great Song Dynasty be prepared for danger in peace, be vigilant, and don't just think about the waves all day long."

"Tatar?"

Yan Chun was stunned, but picked up the poem manuscript on the table.

"That's what you're talking about Tatar? Remnant snow condensation cold painting screen...... I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know the king's ......"

Yan Chun read and read, her eyes turned red, and she quickly changed it.

"The snow pressure on the bamboo is low, and the low wants to get mud. Once the red day is red, it is still with the sky. Are you talking about yourself? ”

Yan Chun sang one song after another, watching it with relish.

"Zhao Hong, are you going to publish a poetry collection?"

Yan Chun put down the poem manuscript and looked at Zhao Hong's eyes with a change and warmth.

For those who are really talented, she is truly envious.

"Yes, this has just been finalized. When the poetry book is printed, I will send you a copy when the time comes. ”

Zhao Hong smiled, picked up the books on the table again, and pretended to read them.

"Look at it, look at what, the world is melancholy. Don't pretend! What did you just say, what are you going to write about? ”

Yan Chun dissatisfiedly snatched the book from Zhao Hong's hand and threw it on the table.

"That's right, I want to write a book about the Tatar army, so that all the soldiers and people of the Great Song Dynasty will be vigilant, and don't just think about the waves all day long!"

Zhao Hong said seriously.

"Tatar tiger and wolf nature, even if you still have some knowledge!"

Yan Chun urged with great interest.

"Then you hurry up and write! What are you still rubbing, waiting for Shi Miyuan to help you? ”

This Zhao Hong was really unexpected by her, and it was also an unexpected gain.

"I have to find some soldiers who have fought with the Tatars, and check with them before I can start writing."

Zhao Hong was slightly embarrassed.

In the matter of writing books and speaking, he is still a layman and needs to settle down.

"Find someone else! A few of my men have escaped from the north, and they have fought against the Tatar army, and they are definitely more effective than the people you are looking for! ”

Yan Chun pointed to the pile of books on the table and waved his hand impatiently.

"Hurry up and throw those things away! It doesn't work at all! ”

These people in the Song Dynasty quoted scriptures one by one, and there were a lot of nerds, cleaning up those useless things. This Zhao Hong is the same.

"Really? That's great! ”

Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, and then became happy.

"Then ask them to come over another day, and I'll talk to them about it. Thank you so much for that! ”

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

There are many friends and a wide range of roads, so there is some truth.

"The hippie smiling face is like eating bee poop!"

Yan Chun looked at Zhao Hong's smiling face with disdain and pointed outside.

"What to change the day, it's better to choose the day than to hit the day! They're just out there! ”

Zhao Hong suddenly realized and shouted.

Li Tang ...... Xu Sheng, please come in a few of the shopkeepers of Yan! ”

Zhao Hong smiled all over his face and pointed to the tea cup on the table.

"Shopkeeper Yan, you drink tea first, it may take a while! It's good tea! ”

"Count you on a little conscience!"

Yan Chun drank the tea with satisfaction, picked up the poem and read it again.

"Met the host! I've seen Your Highness! ”

Two fierce men came in, both in their thirties, with weathered faces.

"Zhang Kai, Li Shuo, Your Highness wants to ask about the Tatar army, and you answer truthfully!"

Yan Chun took the poem manuscript and pointed at Zhao Hong.

"Yes! Master! ”

Zhang Kai and Li Shuo saluted Yan Chun respectfully.

"That's a lot of annoying for the two of you! As for me, I want to know some Tatar tactics, tactics of warfare, and so on. ”

Zhao Hong shook his head secretly. Zhang Kai and Li Shuo are both majestic and unusually macho men, looking at their appearance towards Yan Chun and Yan Wan's knees, they seem to be slaves.

"Your Highness asked, I know everything, and I have no end to it!"

The two of them opened their fists and saluted, their bodies straight, and their heads were raised and their chests were raised.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Zhao Hong picked up the pen and paper and began to ask questions one by one.

Governing the army, employing soldiers, and even whether there are medical officers, craftsmen with the army, etc., Zhao Hong asked carefully.

After drinking several cups of tea, two poems could be memorized, and when Yan Chun and the others were impatient, Zhao Hong stopped asking questions and recording.

"Thank you both! I may need the help of the two of you at that time, thank you! ”

Zhao Hong bowed and secretly rejoiced.

The knowledge gained today can be said to be very fruitful, and it can even be considered to be made into a manual and distributed to the military and localities.

Although the Song army and the Mongol army fought each other, there were too few field battles after all. These two fierce men must have fought many field battles with the Mongol army, otherwise they would not be familiar with many details of the Tatar army, such as eating habits, specific combat tactics, etc.

Compared with the fur talk I know, these two macho men, this is a great help!

"Master, Your Highness, if there is nothing wrong, the villain will retire!"

Zhang Kai and Li Shuo saluted Yan Chun respectfully.

Yan Chun nodded, and the two fierce men withdrew.

"Little lady Yan, you two family members are really battle-hardened fierce men! It really helped me a lot! ”

"Aren't all men on the battlefield such fierce men?"

has talked to Zhao Hong a few times, and Yan Chun is already surprised by Zhao Hong's strange words and behaviors.

"When will your articles, as well as this collection of poems, be printed, I want to see it!"

"I'll tidy it up in the next few days, and I'll ask someone to polish it. It is estimated that it will take five or six days at the earliest. ”

Zhao Hong estimated it and came up with an approximate time.

"Long-winded! Then hurry up! It's best to get it all over the world! ”

Yan Chun muttered, and then asked puzzledly.

"Aren't you a poet yourself? Why, do you have to ask outsiders to help you add fuel and vinegar? ”

"The ruler is long, the inch is short, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses! If you can do anything, you won't be a human spirit! ”

Zhao Hong humbly defended his shallowness in knowledge.

"What are you, it's convenient to write!"

Yan Chun picked up the pencil that Zhao Hong had been writing just now and asked curiously.

"It's a pencil, and it's very convenient for writing and drawing. If you want it, I'll send you some. ”

Speaking of which, the manufacture of pencils could not be simpler.

Huijishan Zheng's Iron Workshop, he asked Zheng Yuanwai to find a carpenter, mixed graphite and clay, built an extruder, extruded the refill, and then dried, and the two semicircular pencil barrels that were separated from the drying became the original version of the pencil.

Zhao Hong introduced the pencil, and when he saw Yan Chun's slender and crystalline fingers, he couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

"Thanks, I'm not interested in pencils."

The heat in Zhao Hong's eyes made Yan Chun panic, and he quickly put down the pencil.

"Okay, that's pretty much it, I'll go back!"

Zhao Hong's eyes burned, which made her suddenly not calm.

"So fast? Don't you stay for a meal? ”

Zhao Hong put away his lustful eyes and smiled, hiding his gaffe.

"Forget it! When your ladies come back, it's time to be jealous again! ”

Yan Chun stood up and was about to turn around and leave.

"You're not my new love, what are they jealous of?"

Zhao Hong hurried over and opened the door very gentlemanly.

"New love, go slowly!"

"A dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth! Let's go! ”

Yan Chun's face flushed, and he said a word of disgust, and hurriedly walked out.

Two macho men with black faces followed closely behind.

Zhao Hong watched Yan Chun leave through the back door, and then explained to Xu Sheng.

"Xu Sheng, you go and invite Taixue's Shangshe Sheng Jiang Wanli, saying that I have something important, please ask him to come tomorrow!"

"In addition, you go to Chen's bookstore again, find the shopkeeper Chen Qi, and ask him to come over tomorrow and negotiate something."

In my impression, this Jiang Wanli is good, erudite and talented, and he is also steady, and he seems to be competent for the work of "polishing".

And Chen's bookstore, the largest bookstore in Lin'an City, the shopkeeper Chen Qi has a friendship with him, and it is the best choice for publishing tabloids.

Turning his gaze to the paper full of writing, Zhao Hong's brows furrowed slightly.

This book about the strategy, tactics, and tactics of the Mongol army seems to have a name.

Tatar strategy!

It seems like a good choice.