Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 537 Really fragrant

  Received Wen Yansheng's guarantee, Fang Jifan felt relieved.

   Foodies are the foundation of a nation’s continuation.

   Any nation with a long history is bound to be able to master countless ways to eat.

   After eating and drinking enough, each left the table, Fang Jifan ordered someone to send Wen Yansheng to Xishan.

   As for Qi Jingtong, well, it seems that there is another burden in the family, but it doesn't matter. Fang Jifan's conscience is still a little bit hurt about the matter of prostitution of his son, so he decided that Qi Jingtong can eat openly and sleep with confidence.

   Raising him can make my conscience feel at ease. In fact, this is also a good choice.

  Town State Mansion.

  Zhu Houzhao was dressed in a military uniform, and at this time he was together with Fang Jifan.

  Zhen Guofu is an idle institution. It only built an inconspicuous yamen in Xishan, except for a few scribes, there is no one else. The signboard of Zhen Guofu looks scary, but here, it is not as good as the county government.

  After all...the imperial court did not allocate money and food, and it was not public money.

   Therefore, when it was rainy, the hall would leak a little, and the quality of the project was very worrying.

  It happened to be raining today, and the rain was dripping in.

  Zhu Hou looked at the Shuilian Cave, and couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, and sighed: "Old Fang, Zhenguo Mansion...is too shabby."

   "Let's just use it. If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons, so it will be spirited. This is a humble room, but my virtue is sweet."

  Fang Jifan looked a little embarrassed. It cost thirty taels of silver. Why would it leak?

  Zhu Houzhao bared his teeth, and glanced at Fang Jifan: "Will you die if you spend more money?"

  Fang Jifan hates people who stand and talk without back pain the most, so he naturally retorted very bluntly: "Then why didn't your Highness pay the money at the beginning?"

   "I..." Zhu Houzhao looked like a defeated rooster in an instant, and finally said with difficulty: "Poor!"

  Fang Jifan was speechless, glanced at Zhu Houzhao, and said.

   "It's reasonable for you to be poor, isn't it?"

   "Okay, okay, let's do serious business." Zhu Houzhao crawled on the copy, on the table, was a map, and on the map were the nine sides of Ming Dynasty.

This time... the Tatars have gone south, and the goal of the Tatar Khan is obvious. They hope to take Datong directly. Tens of thousands of cavalry have also swept away the periphery of Datong. Datong is in a hurry. Fortunately, the Ming army has been prepared, but even so, Still struggling.

  The national power of the Ming Dynasty is ten or a hundred times stronger than that of the Tatars.

  The only shortcoming is that the millions of Ming troops defended each stronghold along the long border line. When they arrived in Datong, there were only tens of thousands of troops and horses.

   And the Tatars don't have to worry about their rear at all, because there is nothing in the rear, so they can often gather all their strength into one fist and go straight to a point on the border of Ming Dynasty.

  Because of this advantage, although the Ming army has a large army, every time it fights the Tatars, Ming can only mobilize less than 10% of its forces to fight the Tatars.

  Zhu Hou took care of Datong and began to analyze it carefully.

"The Tatars must be stationed near the Xilai Peak. It is surrounded by mountains on both sides. It is a natural barrier. The front is the Datong Pass... This time, if the Tatars are not hurt, they will come again next time. Datong Pass The soldiers and horses in the village are hopeless. These years, the military equipment has been slack. Like you, I am a very upright person. Father, the emperor, has been immersed in the so-called cultural achievements all day long, but the military equipment has been relaxed a lot. When the eldest father of the palace, that is, the former Emperor Chenghua was around, the officers and soldiers still had some courage to fight, but now, hehe..."

   A sneer.

  Fang Jifan's heart was cold, but he smiled on his face: "Your Highness is upright, don't rely on me."

Zhu Houzhao gave Fang Jifan a blank look, and then continued: "Don't put on a show. Does this palace know what kind of person you are? Well, let's talk about business. Since the officers and soldiers can't count on it, we can only count on it. Flyball camp."

   "Old Fang, is our method reliable or not?"

  Zhu Hou took care of Fang Jifan with an expectant look on his face.

Fang Jifan actually had no idea, but he still believed that his method was still useful, so he said firmly: "Now there are more than 60 flying **** made, and there are 300 drillers. This opportunity, give the opponent a surprise attack, you can try it, and the chances of success are very high."

  Zhu Houzhao nodded, he believed in Fang Jifan.

So he lowered his head again and looked at the map: "Xilaifeng, no, this Xilaifeng...here, have you seen it? This is a canyon with a narrow and long terrain. If they can be led to this canyon, they are making a surprise attack. Even if the Tartars wanted to escape, it was too late."

  Fang Jifan bowed his head, the canyon...

  The canyon is congested. Once attacked, the army will start to be chaotic. The terrain of this canyon is fatal to a chaotic army.

"You have to attract them to the canyon, especially this pass...it's close to Datong Pass..." Zhu Houzhao frowned, lost in thought, and said fiercely: "It would be great if I were in Datong, I will lead a team of people myself , to attract them to this pass, when..."

  Fang Jifan shook his head, and said firmly: "Something is wrong."

  Zhu Houzhao raised his eyes and stared at Fang Jifan, his brows were deeply wrinkled, and he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

Fang Jifan recalled a past event in history. In history, that is, when Zhu Houzhao had just ascended the throne, the little prince led troops to invade Datong. At the same time, a precarious incident happened in Datong. It fell to one side.

  The records in the historical materials are vague. Presumably, this must be the little prince's internal response to ambush, secretly bought the defenders, and buried a large amount of gunpowder inside the closed wall.

  As soon as the pass wall collapsed, the little prince immediately led his people to attack Datong, that is to say, he was at this pass.

Fortunately, the defenders at that time saw a gap in the wall and tried their best to defend it. At the same time, the cavalry from the Duoyan Department of the Daning Guard arrived, and Daming's best troops showed up, which made the little prince see the Datong Wall There was a gap in the mountain, but he was afraid of being surrounded, so he had to retreat to the desert.

   Now the problem is...

  Whether the secret work bought by the little prince in history has already been bought.

   And this surprise attack, will these detailed operations cooperate with the actions of the Tatars?

Once careful cooperation is made and a pass wall is blown down, then... it is almost certain that the Tatars will definitely go all out and arrive at this pass near Datong Pass to station, and launch a crazy attack on Datong, because as long as they break through Datong pass, there are tens of thousands of Ming troops in this pass, with countless grain and grass, and further south, there is even a flat river, with countless wealth.

   Even, they can reproduce the changes in the civil fortress, and kill them all the way to the capital.

  Fang Jifan thought about it for a while, then frowned and said: "Have you ever thought about it, the little prince has never been an impulsive person, and this time he suddenly went south, maybe it's not just as simple as his son's death."

  Zhu Houzhao was stunned: "What do you mean? He died of his son, why is it so simple?"

Fang Jifan shook his head and said with a smile: "It is true that his son died, but above the desert, plagues, cold winds, packs of wolves, and even vendettas between tribes, human lives are worthless. He gave birth to ten sons. Who can survive?" Well, it would be nice to have three or four. Therefore, if you die, you will die. Although it is sad, it is not so desperate. Besides, if he was angry at that time, he would go south all the way, and there would be some days. On the way, isn’t it enough for him to wake up? It is reasonable for him to wake up, knowing that I, Da Ming, will definitely wait for him, and the tens of thousands of cavalry he has been entangled with for the time being, nine out of ten, he will not be able to get a bargain, but why, he still insists on coming What about wasting your soldiers in vain?"

   "You mean..." Zhu Hou looked at Fang Jifan with astonishment in his eyes.

Fang Jifan said decisively: "The only possibility is...he must have some support, what is this support? The little prince is a very calm person, otherwise, these years, he would not be able to defeat the Wara tribe in one fell swoop and gradually dominate the desert. Jinzhou has suffered a loss, and it is impossible not to suffer and gain wisdom."

   "What basis?" Zhu Houzhao was puzzled, staring deeply at Fang Jifan.

   "I can't tell." Fang Jifan deliberately said: "Perhaps, in Datong, it is not necessarily true that he has internal support."

  Zhu Houzhao laughed: "Datong is full of our Han army, what kind of internal support can he have? Could there be someone who has an affair with a Tatar? No one in the world like this. Don't you worry too much?"

  Fang Jifan shook his head in his heart. Fang Jifan firmly believed that what divides people is not only ethnicity, but also interests. If the Tatars win Datong and some people can get great benefits, then some people will inevitably take risks.

  Fang Jifan said: "In any case, we must immediately prepare the Feiqiu Battalion to the front line of Datong Pass."

  He discussed with Zhu Houzhao for a while.

  At noon, Zhu Houzhao was hungry.

  Fang Jifan smiled: "Your Highness, it's just right, let's have some food and wine, and have a drink. There is a very interesting person here, and I want Your Highness to see him."

  Zhu Houzhao didn't see anyone, or in other words, although he saw someone, seeing this wide-hearted and fat Wen Yansheng didn't seem to arouse his much interest.

   He has seen many officials like this.

  But he saw the dish.

   A table of dishes is ready, first of all, beef is in front of him.

  It's just this beef... why does it have a faint aroma of wine.

  Zhu Houzhao hesitated, took the chopsticks, and put a piece of beef into his mouth. Immediately, his taste buds began to be stimulated, and the smell of fresh and tender beef mixed with gravy mixed with a little rice wine lingered in his mouth.

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "It's so delicious, what kind of beef is this, Lao Fang, it's much more delicious than the cattle we smashed to death."

  Fang Jifan suppressed his face: "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense, the cows are all killed by themselves, and it is clearly stated in the book on slaughtering cows."

  (end of this chapter)