Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 960

King Liao walked back quickly, taking Jia Rou who was reluctant to part with him.

"You can stay."

Riding in the carriage, leaning against the soft pillow, the waist that had been sitting for a long time was instantly relieved, allowing him to relax.

"Husband sings and wife follows, you are gone, what do I say if I stay?" Jia Rou gently pressed his leg and gave him a wink:
"If I go back to my mother's house too often, my mother who talks about it every day will scold me for being ignorant, and my sister-in-law will hate me..."

"I'll just come back some other day."

"That's right." King Liao thought for a while and nodded: "You women are troublesome, and you will get confused."

"Master is relaxed. He eats, drinks and has fun every day, and goes to Shuntian Mansion to play. I'm afraid he met some foxy girl!"

Jia Rou smiled.

"How can Hu Meizi compare to your charm?"

Jia Rou is only 17 years old at this time, one year younger than King Liao, with a pair of beautiful eyes exuding a slightly charming brilliance, appearing on a soft face, which is particularly attractive.

King Liao grabbed his waist and felt his delicate, flicking hips, and his lower body puffed up.

Seeing the latter's earlobe turned red, and his cheeks climbing into red clouds, he whispered in his ear: "Tonight, you have to take a bath with jasmine petals."

"I love to smell this smell, just to get rid of the fox smell!"

After returning to the palace, King Liao tidied up and entered the inner court in good spirits.

The two matters of bloody horses and horse breeds really cheered him up.

With the inclusion of Monan Mongolia, the price of ordinary horses is low in the market, and the value of draft horses and camel horses is as low as 20 yuan.

After all, horse manure is acidic, the load is not as good as that of a mule, and it eats more than a donkey. In a sense, it is not cost-effective.

The best steeds are suitable for war horses, and the price often reaches 80 yuan.

As for the sweat and blood BMW, it belongs to the high-quality goods, not only beautiful in appearance, but also culturally attractive, so three 500 yuan a horse is not a rare price.

Thousands of dollars are just waiting.

If you meet someone you love very much, three to five thousand are possible.

Who made the nobles and wealthy businessmen rich?
In this way, even if one thousand horses are sold a year, it is worth 10 yuan.

In the past, the good horses imported into Ming Dynasty were basically castrated, and very few stallions were imported.

And as long as the Liao Kingdom transports stallions over by then, it will be of great military help to Daming.

This is a political consideration.

As the prince and the fourth son of the emperor, King Liao entered the summer resort, and after inspecting the signboard, he entered together with the carriage.

Later, Liu Afu, as the prefect and eunuch, was in charge of the emperor's daily life, guidance, and message, and this matter immediately fell into his ears.

Strange, aren't the masters most afraid of seeing the emperor?Why did you take the initiative to ask for a meeting?
"My lord, the king of Liao asks to see you."

At this time, in the gazebo, several plump court ladies who fouled with the ball were wearing the imperial robes designed by the emperor, exuding a youthful atmosphere.

Green, yellow, red, and white, four-color cheongsams are worn next to the body, full and firm, prominent in height, embroidered with various patterns, delicate and beautiful.

Exquisite facial features, plump and plump figures, all reveal their unique strength.

"Disappointing." The emperor waved his hand, and the girls left disappointed.

In front of his son, he naturally wanted to keep his father's face.

"Let him come over!"

The emperor picked up the book on the table and took a sip of warm green tea to quench his thirst and calm down.

At this moment, the king of Liao came in.

Among the several sons, King Liao is the most down-to-earth, he likes to go wandering in those market places, drink flowers and wine, listen to operas, and chase after opera singers, that is an eagerness.

Perhaps it was because of too many impeachments by the censor before, the prince's face is already outstanding.

"Son's greetings to the royal father."

"Get up!"

Zhu Yixi looked at him curiously: "Why do you have the time to come and see me?"

"That's really strange."

"God is pitiful, my son's filial piety to you is second to none." King Liao immediately felt wronged: "I just came back from Shuntian Mansion, and my face is tanned."

"I've read your notebooks, and they're pretty good, but I've actually investigated them."

Zhu Yixi stretched out his right hand, and a cup of tea came into his hand. He blew on it and drank it.

This tea is not ordinary, it is lemon tea mixed with honey, it has been sealed in the icehouse (made of nitrate ice) for several hours and hours, although it is not as good as later generations, but the ice is cold, sweet and delicious.

"This is what a son should do." King Liao hurriedly expressed his filial piety.

"Okay." Zhu Yixi didn't bother to look at his false statement, it was all from his son, he didn't know what this kid was thinking.

There is nothing wrong with going to the Three Treasures Hall, this saying is true.

"Just say what you have to say. As long as you don't do evil, I can forgive you for the heinous thing that asked me to wipe your ass."

"Hey!" King Liao immediately came over with a playful smile, winked away the eunuch who was beating his leg, and then squatted down to beat him.

"Father really underestimates people, what kind of trouble can a son cause?"

"Hmph, two months ago, you beat up An Guogong's third son for a horn, and your nose was bruised and your face was swollen. You had to lie down for half a month to recover."

"He's not a guy, he doesn't know who came first, who came first, he dared to snatch my horn, and finally dared to take a concubine by force, isn't he owed a beating?"

King Liao was filled with righteous indignation: "Grand An is not strict in teaching his son. I am helping him to teach his son. If I don't teach at this time, will I pay back in the future?"

"My son is here this time, there is really a business."

As he said that, he directly moved a stool and sat down, while beating his legs, he said: "My son, Liao Kingdom has many bloody BMWs, and Dawan Kingdom is that!"

"Why?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and listened to him.

"Isn't this thinking about breeding!"

King Liao raised his head and held his chest high: "Those Mongolian horses are so short, how can they charge forward?"

"And the sweaty BMW runs fast and is tall. It is suitable for breeding us. When the time comes, we will breed good horses and assemble them. Wouldn't it be possible for cavalry to rule the world?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yixi was a little surprised, it didn't seem like this kid could figure it out.

But people always grow up.

The king of Liao liked to go to the market and often saw the poor people. Naturally, it was also good for future governance. He understood the sufferings of the people!

A lot of exercise can also become a talent.

"You have a good idea."

The king of Liao was overjoyed.

The emperor stood up directly, and said softly: "Since ancient times, in order to find good horses, the Central Plains Dynasty has continuously bred them."

"However, with a few hundreds and thousands of good horses, for the millions of war horses in the folk and grasslands, it is no less than dripping ink into the river, and it is difficult to succeed."

"Therefore, a batch of horses is not enough, and a large number of good horses must be bred for a long time to replace most of the horses in the entire civilian and military."

"Liao Kingdom, do you have the ability?"

The King of Liao suppressed the joy in his heart when he heard the words: "As long as the price of Taipu Temple is fair, my son can send good horses here all the year round."

"Very good." Zhu Yixi turned her head and patted her son on the shoulder: "Remember your promise."

Being valued by the emperor Lao Tzu, the Liao king rejoiced.

Although the Fan Guosi stipulates that the benefit is only about 50, the extra help of the emperor is not counted.

For example, go to Horqin to recruit Mongolian cavalry.

The next day, King Liao was called up by the eunuchs in the palace with a confused look on his face, and he left the summer resort directly in a carriage.

At noon, they gathered at a boundary.

Changping Prefecture.

Yuhe Horse Farm.

Since it is adjacent to the Yu River, the water and soil are fertile, although it is a bit desolate, but the pasture is also suitable.

Looking at the horse farm in front of him, King Liao was a little curious and at the same time a little helpless.

Good guy, I was talking about breeding yesterday, but I was arrested and sent to the horse farm today, it's too fast!

"My lord, lunch is ready, why don't you enjoy it first?"

"Has the father not arrived yet?"

King Liao narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's wait until the emperor arrives."

"That, His Majesty has spoken, let you use it first."

The eunuch said softly, "Your Majesty will arrive in another hour or two."

The king of Liao was speechless and could only enjoy the food.

As a son, a prince, he has no right to complain at all.

The emperor's carriage arrived slowly as the sun set in the west.

King Liao had been waiting for most of the afternoon, and the impatience on his face was visible to the naked eye.

But as soon as the emperor came, he immediately smiled.

"It's pretty early."

Zhu Yixi glanced at King Liao, without any embarrassment on his face, said something, and went straight in.

Last night, as soon as I fell into my soul, I accidentally slept too much, which delayed my plan.

However, isn't it normal for the son to wait for the father?
The guards opened the way, the emperor was among them, and the king of Liao accompanied him.

"This horse farm covers an area of ​​about [-] mu. It is planted with a lot of alfalfa (that is, clover, which was introduced from the Silk Road in the Western Han Dynasty) and has thousands of horses."

The emperor got on his horse and explained casually: "I specially came here to breed."

The king of Liao also mounted his horse and followed closely behind.

The two came to an open field and saw a horse with its head down grazing.

I saw that its hair is mostly black, brown, yellow and red, and the hair is strong, especially the four long legs, which are half a head taller than Mongolian horses.

Its shoulder height reached about five feet.

It is more than four inches taller than Mongolia.

It seems that the gap is very small, but the power of charging on the battlefield is enormous.

Long legs also mean running fast and carrying a large load, which can better undertake the task of long-distance raids.

"I brought these horses from Xiyi, hundreds of them come every year, and they are continuously bred and optimized."

"But Xiyi horses alone are not enough."

The emperor said softly: "I need to let Mongolian horses, Hexi horses, Persian horses, and your hard-blooded horses work together to breed sincere breeds."

"Fortunately, your Liao Kingdom is very close to Persia, so you can easily get Persian horses (Arabian horses)."

"Your servant dare not serve you?"

The father and son kept walking around the breeding horse, enjoying the rare father and son time.

In fact, in Zhu Yixi's mind, a true thoroughbred horse must be based on Mongolian horses.

In other words, stallions don't count, and mares must be Mongolian horses.

In addition to the large number of Mongolian horses, the more important reason is that Mongolian horses are easy to feed, have a good appetite, and have sufficient endurance.

A war horse that is easy to feed and has low feed costs is much better than a flashy noble horse.

Only by making a good living can it be truly popularized.

In the 19th century, in the Don River, Alexander II bred the Don Horse based on the Mongolian horse and the bloody BMW, and only then did he have the Cossack cavalry.

Otherwise, those European war horses would not be able to cross Siberia.

The Dayang horses in Japan were also based on Mongolian horses.

Mongolian horses are the foundation, and a large number of other horses are mixed, so as to breed horses belonging to the Ming Dynasty.

So far, the horse breeding project has not had any outstanding results.

Because Arabian horses are hard to come by, Friesian horses are the ones that get the most horses, which come from the Netherlands.

Most of its horses served as cavalry war horses in the Middle Ages, and in a sense they are also excellent stallions.

As a result, after being bred, these horses have a good height, reaching 1.5 meters five, but they are not very resistant to cold, let alone heat.

It is only suitable for living in a temperate zone like Europe.

The horse breeder bluntly said that this kind of horse is only suitable for living in the north of the Yangtze River and the south of the Great Wall, otherwise it is easy to get sick.

It's tasteless, nothing more than this.

It can even be considered a failure.

But this horse also has some advantages, it is resistant to feeding, has a large load, and can be used as a draft horse.

In this way, the emperor was very eager for Persian horses and bloody horses.

These two kinds of horses live in Central Asia and are extremely drought-tolerant. Wouldn’t it be perfect to inherit the good breeding of Mongolian horses and the cold tolerance of Northeast horses?
In the past, the distance was too far, and a few horses were useless for hanging.

Now it has been fulfilled.

After a night's rest in the racecourse, the emperor took Liao Wang away.

The two rode together in a carriage.

"From today onwards, report to Taipu Temple!"

"Ah?" King Liao was stunned: "Royal father?"

"Go to the Taipu Temple to experience it, and catch up on the breeding by the way."

"Furthermore, if you want to go to the Liao Kingdom in the future, don't you know much about Ma Ke?"

The emperor didn't allow him to explain, and said directly.

"Father, can I take a leave of absence and go to the Chahar Naadam Conference?"

"Go!"

The emperor waved his hand, what is this trivial matter?
Seeing the emperor's attitude, the king of Liao wanted to continue speaking, but seeing a trace of teasing in the corner of the emperor's mouth, he stopped immediately.

The emperor can't help him if he pushes forward.

"No matter what you do, you have to go to the northeast before winter."

He made up his mind.

Not long after returning to the capital, King Liao categorically rejected his intention of visiting the brothel, and boarded the yellow mansion with gifts.

The residence of Huang Zongxi, the Minister of Taipusi.

Faced with King Liao's visit, the door of Huang's house was naturally opened wide, and the whole family came out to welcome them in person.

King Liao spoke politely, and was then welcomed into the main hall.

The elegant hall is full of books.

The king of Liao felt a little uncomfortable smelling it, he moved his buttocks, and said: "It is really presumptuous to come to visit today."

As he spoke, he explained that he was going to Taipu Temple.

"The king is here to practice?"

"No, it's in charge of breeding." Liao Wang said awkwardly: "The emperor's order is hard to break, and tomorrow, Jiongqing (another name for Taipusiqing) will know."

"Since this is the case, I have something to say first." Huang Zongxi nodded slightly: "Your Majesty has to listen to the words of the superior in one day at the Taipu Temple, fight on time, don't act recklessly, and don't ask for flowers and willows."

"My lord, I understand—"

King Liao's face was full of confusion.

(End of this chapter)