The Ming Dynasty started with caution

At the end of May, the weather is hot, and dogs know how to find a cool place to lie down.

Before Yan Chengjin went out, he changed into a light gauze dress and wore regular clothes outside to avoid heatstroke due to the heat.

"avoid!"

Da~

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves, from far to near, and you could clearly feel it passing by the sedan, and the sedan shook a few times.

Yan Chengjin opened the sedan curtain, and a sergeant on a black horse flashed away.

"In such a hurry, is it an urgent report from Yansui?"

He immediately ordered the bearer of the sedan chair to move faster, and after arriving at the Meridian Gate, he quickly entered the palace.

Outside the Meridian Gate, the sergeant who delivered the brochure stumbled off his horse and handed the brochure to the guard guarding the palace gate, "Urgent message from Duke Baoguo!"

There were relays at various post stations in the northwest, working day and night, just to deliver this memorial to the capital as soon as possible.

The imperial guards quickly ran towards the palace and handed them over to Qianhu Du Kuan, the Jinwu Guard who was on duty today.

Du Kuan opened the book and was a little surprised: "Your Highness really got it right. Where is Your Majesty at this moment?"

"It should be in Kunning Palace. At the moment, I am having breakfast with my queen." The imperial guard on the side said.

When sending a memorial memorial, it depends on whether it is a happy memorial or a mournful memorial.

No one likes to send mourning memorials, as they will get you into trouble.

His Majesty read this memorial, which might implicate others. Du Kuan immediately hesitated whether to send this memorial.

"To Commander Mou, just tell me it's the message you just came back from."

Du Kuan winked at his subordinate, who knowingly sent it to Mou Bin.

The imperial guards and the royal guards in the palace belong to different families. Your Majesty trusts Commander Mou. If he submits a memorial, your Majesty will not say anything.

Kunning Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi had breakfast, walked down the imperial steps outside the palace gate, and went to Fengtian Palace to prepare for the morning meeting.

Mou Bin trotted over and said: "Your Majesty, the memorial sent back by Duke Bao Guo!"

He handed over the booklet and carefully looked at His Majesty's face.

The flesh on Emperor Hongzhi's face moved slightly, and he gritted his teeth, obviously angry.

The Ming army fought with the Tatars. After a whole night of fighting, only three people were killed?

What kind of magical play is this?

Emperor Hongzhi continued to read.

After this battle, no trace of the Tatars could be found. The baggage slowed down the march. The Tatars were as nimble as foxes. They faced east and west, and the wind and sand covered them, making it extremely difficult to search.

"There is no need to ring the bell today. Let the minister go directly to Fengtian Palace!"

Emperor Hongzhi took the book and strode towards Fengtian Hall.

After a while,

Fengtian Temple,

Emperor Hongzhi ordered General Xiao Jing to recite the memorial in a hurry. Yan Chengjin thought of the battle of Yingzhou, the battle between Zhu Houzhao and Dayan Khan. Both sides had 50,000 troops. After several days of fighting, only sixteen people died.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Baoguo Gong led his army to fight against the Tatars, and only three people died.

Could this be...

Fighting between gods?

Or is it a fake corpse?

Minister, you look at me and I look at you, obviously questioning the authenticity of this memorial.

If Duke Baoguo hadn't been too powerful, the officials would have been talking about it long ago.

Three people died after fighting for a day and a night? How did you hit it, with your hands?

Xiao Jing finished reading the poem.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed and questioned: "Even Duke Baoguo mistakenly reported military merit!"

"I don't think so, maybe there are really three people." Wang Yue continued: "These three people should be Tatar spies."

The Tatars expected that the Beijing army would come to search for traps, so they would definitely send a large number of spies.

The so-called knowing yourself and the enemy means you will be victorious in every battle.

If you know the movements of the Ming army, you can avoid them in advance.

"However, the baggage is indeed a problem. Even if we find traces of the Tatars, we can't catch them." Wang Yue said.

Li Dongyang and others nodded.

The baggage slows down the march, but it cannot be lost. If it separates from the main army and is intercepted by the Tatars, it will lose both the wife and the army.

Coupled with the wind and sand that obscured vision, the Beijing camp was not good at fighting in the Gobi grassland.

Yan Chengjin made crazy calculations.

Check every strategy again and again, how to increase the speed of the baggage, how to find traces of the Tatars.

An unhurried voice sounded: "Your Majesty, why don't you let Uncle Anding search for traps? I have a way, which may increase the speed of the baggage."

The ministers looked around but could not find anyone to speak.

Only then did he realize that the person speaking was the prudent guy from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Tell me about it."

Emperor Hongzhi's face moved slightly.

"Don't avoid relatives when promoting virtuous people. Although Uncle Anding is my father, I am dedicated to the Ming Dynasty and have absolutely no selfish motives." Yan Chengjin said seriously.

Emperor Hongzhi is furious. Do you dare to put down your death-free medal?

Li Dongyang and others looked back at Yan Chengjin.

If this guy has no selfish motives, of course they are...

Don't believe it.

He obviously wanted to torture An Dingbo to death.

After traveling all the way to the Xuanfu for appointment, he was not even familiar with the generals, so he had to be transferred to Yansui to attack the Tatars.

Yan Chengjin felt a little guilty and lowered his head slightly to avoid the direct gazes of Li Dongyang and others.

A military rookie like my father naturally has less combat experience than Lord Baoguo.

But there is a saying that goes well, standing on the wind, even a pig can fly into the sky.

Create a storm, and if dad can't fly, he will only be a general soldier in this life.

Although the Tatars invaded the Ming Dynasty, it was disadvantageous.

On the other hand, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After the mid-Ming Dynasty, there were almost no people who could become the Duke of the country.

It’s all thanks to the grace of our ancestors and hereditary.

"Please ask the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate 20,000 shi of wheat, 1,000 shi of brown sugar, and 100 shi of sesame oil to me."

Yan Chengjin is going to make compressed biscuits.

The baggage should be packed with various kinds of food, pots and pans.

With compressed biscuits, all these can be thrown away, and ten carts of baggage can be turned into one cart.

Even cooks are not needed.

Compressed biscuits can be transported and stored for a long time, especially in the arid environment of the northwest.

Cavalry does not need to bring cooks, and does not need to wait for infantry. They can rest and eat wherever they run.

Flexibility and mobility are greatly improved.

Han Wen was not happy, and suppressed his anger: "When Baoguogong went to war, he took away 30,000 shi of grain. Why do you want it again?!"

Hearing the unit of 10,000 shi, he was scared to have nightmares.

Ten thousand shi of grain was sent out at any time. If they won the war, they could bring back some cattle and sheep as compensation. If they lost the war, it would be a losing business.

"Baoguogong's money and grain are far away in Yansui. I want to make something that can reduce the baggage several times. Please grant your majesty's approval."

The method of compressed biscuits should be similar to that of biscuits, right?

There are various molds for making cakes in the Ming Dynasty.

But the pressing force of these molds is too low.

Wheat is relatively precious at this time, but after a while, after the promotion and harvest of corn, it will greatly impact the grain price and reduce the price of wheat.

With more grain, wheat will naturally be cheaper.

"Can the baggage be reduced several times?" Han Wen wanted to scold this kid for bragging, but it was not easy to swear in the hall.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Yan Chengjin: "How long will it take?"

"Five days."

After leaving the palace, Yan Chengjin took a carriage to Liangxiang.

It will take some time for the Ministry of Revenue to allocate grain. Liangxiang also has wheat flour and brown sugar, which can be made first.

Grind the wheat into powder and add a little sugar.

Sugar is a precious condiment. You can't put too much, but you can't put none at all.

Compressed biscuits are for soldiers to eat. It's enough to fill their stomachs. There is no need to follow the recipes of later generations.

But the pressing mold for making compressed biscuits is difficult to solve.

Yan Chengjin thought about it and drew a sketch.

Use a half-ton iron block for pressing.

The base is a groove, with 100 of them, filled with wheat flour, and the half-ton iron hoist is lowered, and the convex tip is pressed into the groove, just fitting perfectly.

A piece of compressed biscuit is out.

This picture is finished and handed over to the engineer of the shipyard.

"Let the blacksmith make it according to this sketch." Yan Chengjin said to Song Jing.

Song Jing looked at the sketch. It takes at least more than 20 craftsmen to repeatedly pull a half-ton pig iron.

"Sir, to make this set of large molds, I'm afraid the work of the shipyard will have to be put aside for now."

"This is the military rations for Yansui, let the craftsmen rotate day and night."