Hu Zongxian quickly packed his things and prepared to set off.

However, before going to Datong to take office, he also had to go to the suburbs of Beijing.

He had to get his own troops there, which was also an old tradition, and the imperial court would allocate a unit from the Beijing army to the outgoing Wenchen as a descendant.

And when he came to the outskirts of Beijing, the Beijing army that had been ordered to be transferred had been waiting for him for a long time.

Looking at the majestic two thousand iron horses, Hu Zongxian's mouth grew in surprise - it turned out to be three thousand battalions!

Generally, the courtiers went out to fight, and they were selected from the five military camps with the largest number of soldiers, followed by the Shenji battalion, and finally, the three thousand battalions.

The Mongolian iron cavalry of 3,000 battalions is the trump card, the number is only 10,000 people, and it is easy not to go out at all.

This time, his direct subordinates turned out to be them!

He really didn't expect Shoufu to value himself so much!

He saw Yan Song's butler standing not far away, so he stepped forward and shook the butler's hands excitedly:

"Please tell Shousuke, Zong Xian will not forget today's grace!"

The housekeeper agreed again and again with a smile, and Hu Zongxian did not delay any longer, and after learning about the various situations of this army, he made some marching arrangements, and then led the army to set off.

Looking at the departing billowing smoke, the housekeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is indeed a talent! From the series of orders and adjustments just now, it can be seen that this person is experienced and knowledgeable.

The master's vision is as good as ever.

Looking back, he looked at the positions of the rest of the three battalions, and shook his head secretly.

Letting Hu Zongxian take 3,000 battalions is not only Yan Song's attention to him, but also a helpless move.

Because the 3,000 battalions were directly commanded by Chen Guogong Yan Yuanmo.

Among the Beijing army, there are only 3,000 battalions, which are full and have strong combat effectiveness.

After Jiajing Zhongxing, with the change of the emperor's mentality, he is no longer so strict with things like corruption, and it can even be said that as long as you don't disobey, or delay things because of your corruption, Jiajing will completely turn a blind eye to you.

And such a thing as purging corruption, except for the emperor, anyone else who proposes it will be attacked by the ministers, which moves everyone's cake.

Faced with this situation, Yan Song could only sigh secretly, although he had the heart to govern the country, he didn't want to make himself the target of a large number of people, especially those commanders of the Beijing army, most of them were ...... O nobles!

What could he do? can only adjust the elite in the hands of Yuan Mo...... After all, since Hu Zongxian has been selected, he must help to the end!

……

Two years later, Datong.

Altan Khan, Altan is in a hasty retreat.

This was a rare defeat for him, after attacking Datong with a large number of troops, and trying to break through this military stronghold, he not only failed to attack the city, leaving thousands of corpses under the city walls, but also was counterattacked by the Ming army in the city with elite cavalry, and was defeated and fled in a hurry.

The Datong guerrilla general Yu Dayou led his men to gallop through the chaotic army.

Not long ago, he was just recognized by the governor of Datong and promoted to a general, and at this time, Yu Dayou was full of thoughts and only wanted to repay his chief.

Especially after being inexplicably refrigerated by Zhai Peng, this courtesy is as warm as sending charcoal in the snow.

And behind him, a middle-aged man is standing proudly at the head of Datong City, the big banner of Hu characters fluttering behind him, in the past two years, under this banner has fallen under the enemy number of enemies, today, even I have been defeated by his hands.

With a slight smugness, he looked at the scene in front of him. The invincible Tatar cavalry was retreating northward, and the banner of the Ming characters was unfurled, reflecting the entire battlefield.

If you want to chase away the light horsemen, the snow is full of bows and knives!

Pavilion Elder.

I didn't let you down.

He whispered to himself.

……

said goodbye to Hu Zongxian, but Yan Song entered the palace again.

The problem of the northern frontier is not only the lack of excellent generals, but most importantly, the ......

Silver.

After all, if there is enough food and salary, the Ming army is invincible.

The previous time I agreed to enter the customs, Jiajing urgently approved the delivery of a batch of silver to boost morale, but these are only enough to pay off the arrears, and now they are owed again.

If you want to maintain combat effectiveness, you can't owe it, and it is too much to say that people will sell their lives and not even give enough money.

But the household department has no money.

All places in the Ming Dynasty have to use money, natural disasters continue, let's relieve it, Zhai Peng repaired the border wall in the north, the money was also from the imperial court, and Jiajing himself repaired the palace every day, which was another expense.

The treasury of the household department has long been able to run horses.

But Yan Song knew that there must be money in Jiajing's internal treasury, and the imperial village of the Ming Dynasty and the silver mines where the eunuchs were in charge were not a small number of gold and silver provided to the internal treasury every year.

However, when Yan Song asked Hubu Shangshu to "beg for internal money", Shangshu told Yan Song with a sad face that he had gone a long time ago, but was not only rejected by Emperor Jiajing on the spot, but also scolded by him. The emperor even glared and questioned, he had already agreed to allocate funds before, why did he still need money, was it swallowed by the Hubu Shangshu?

The emperor is like this, what else can he do? I can only retreat.

Fortunately, Yan Song has a way.

Within half a month, Ningbo Mansion sent a white deer to Yan Song, since Jiajing ascended the throne, the family has almost opened an "albinism zoo" in the backyard, and now it is just in handy.

Yan Song immediately led Bailu into the palace:

"Your Majesty, this deer is cherished in the world! Look at this white skin like snow, this magnificent antlers, how can it be a mortal deer? It must be an auspicious gift from heaven! ”

"This is clearly Your Majesty's dedication to cultivation, which has attracted the movement of heaven and earth and immortals, and this is why the white deer has descended to show your appreciation to Your Majesty, and the success of cultivation is just around the corner!"

Yan Song has been with this emperor for so many years, and he has studied him thoroughly. This emperor is extremely intelligent, and his ministers are often played with by him like puppets, but when it comes to cultivating immortals, he will be like Shi Lezhi.

Sure enough, his words directly scratched Jiajing's itch, making him smile from ear to ear, and kept stroking the white deer, looking at the treasure.

Yan Song took advantage of his happiness and took the opportunity to say:

"Your Majesty, the immortals protect the mortal world, and they must be happy to see the world peaceful. Now that the Ming Dynasty is prosperous, this is your majesty's merit! ”

"It's just that now outside the Great Wall, there is a Tatar rebellion, and my Ming soldiers have the heart to smash the enemy's nest and add another sum to His Majesty's merit book, but the food is insufficient, and it can only be in vain!"

Of course, Emperor Jiajing understood his intentions, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.

Folk incense is dedicated to the gods, if the people are attacked by foreign enemies, the incense will decrease, can the gods be happy? And if the people speak ill of themselves during the sacrifice, ruining their immortality and reducing their merits, it will be very bad.

In addition, Jiajing was also happy at this time, so he waved his hand:

"Spread the decree and allocate five million taels from the internal treasury as military funds for Xuanda! Let them guard the borders and protect the common people for me! ”

Yan Song got the grant as he wished, he bowed and congratulated:

"Hexi Your Majesty, with this military salary, the frontier is worry-free! With such a great merit, Your Majesty will live forever and be just around the corner! ”

After hearing this, Emperor Jiajing's face was already red, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he looked drunk.

Apparently there is something topping.

The goal has been achieved, Yan Song chatted with Jiajing for a while, and then retired.

Back in the cabinet, he continued to deal with affairs, and this huge Ming Ke was carried on his shoulders.

And to deal with the clever emperor.

Tired.

Stained with some ink, he wrote down his own handling opinions on another note.

The years pass quietly on the tip of the pen.

When Yan Song, as usual, finished reviewing the note, lifted the pen and ink in his hand, and saw the cover of the next note, he was shocked.

I'm seventy-two years old.

And now, it is the thirty-second year of Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

(End of chapter)