The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Chengjin got on the sedan chair and rushed back to the palace, and soon arrived at Fengtian Hall.

Liaodong City had no walls to defend it, and the terrain was flat. The Tatars could use the terrain and give full play to the advantages of cavalry.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the memorial in disbelief: "Wang Shouren was able to recapture Liaodong City in seven days, which made me deeply gratified. Come, pass it on for everyone to see."

Ten thousand people won a great victory! Since ascending the throne, only Wang Yue and Yan Kesong could do it.

Xiao Jing held the brocade plate and presented it to Liu Jian.

Liu Jian opened the urgent memorial, and Li Dongyang and others came over.

The memorial was written by the military supervisor Liu Yilin, and it recorded in detail from Wang Shouren's use of troops to the defeat of the Tatars.

Yan Chengjin looked at the urgent report intently.

The most important purpose of the Tatars going south was to plunder supplies for the winter. Every year after the autumn harvest, the nine borders were invaded by the Tatars.

Wang Shouren took advantage of the Tatars' desire to seize food and grass for the winter and poisoned their horses. The Tatars felt uncomfortable after the battle and retreated to the grassland.

"The most urgent task is to build walls and beacons in Liaodong City. The Ministry of Revenue will allocate silver, and the Ministry of Works will order people to go north to build the city." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Han Wen: "Does the treasury have silver?"

This is related to the people of Liaodong. If there is no silver, it can only be allocated from my treasury.

Han Wen bowed slightly: "After the court sold salt, the treasury has hoarded 1.7 million taels of silver."

The 30 million taels borrowed from Liangxiang have not been repaid.

In just over a month, he was able to receive 1.7 million taels, and Emperor Hongzhi's spirits were obviously boosted.

More than half of the walls of Liaodong City have been built.

When the wall is completed and firearms such as the Red Barbarian General are installed, there will be no more fear of the Tatars attacking the city.

"Your Majesty, it's time to order Wang Shouren back to Beijing."

Emperor Hongzhi's brows gradually shrank into a "川" shape: "The great victory in Liaodong requires a general to guard it. I received a report from Xuanfu today that Lin Yu, the general of Xuanfu, requested to retire."

The implication is that the court is in urgent need of good generals to fill the vacancies.

In the past, when there was a shortage of good generals, civil officials were usually transferred from Nanzhili or other places.

But after the establishment of Wuzijian, all officials inexplicably wanted to transfer people from Wuzijian, but when they heard about Liang Ci's incident of making up the numbers, they were extremely disappointed...

Qin Hong snorted and asked: "Did Wuzijian train generals?"

You promised solemnly at the beginning, you should admit it.

How can you train generals by talking about war on paper? That's why the Ministry of War doesn't want to take over Wuzijian.

He is the same age as Ma Wensheng and Wang Yue. They are all famous generals in the court. They know the truth that a general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. Which famous general is not experienced in hundreds of battles?

Yan Chengjin bowed and admitted his defeat: "I am ashamed that I have not made any progress yet. I will wait for another three months, and maybe there will be good generals to be sent to Liaodong."

Counting the previous life, Huangpu was able to train more than a thousand generals in just half a year, and Yan Chengjin felt that there was a pattern to follow.

But the premise is to expand the source of students like the Imperial Academy and recruit students from all over the world.

Wuzijian has not been established for half a year and has no reputation. People all over the world still regard the imperial examination as the most important way.

This is like studying and joining the army, how to choose?

All officials were slightly surprised. The court has only produced a good general in decades, and this kid actually said three months?

"Master Yan, don't boast!"

"If you can't do it, you are deceiving the emperor."

Emperor Hongzhi said with a little meaning: "I heard that Liang Ci'an is also in Wuzijian?"

"That's right, why not let Wang Yue try."

Liang Chu slightly turned his head to look at Yan Chengjin. His son went to Wuzijian for five days and did not send back any news.

As a father, of course he missed his son.

After the court session, Liang Chu got on a sedan chair and went to visit Wuzijian. He saw Wang Yue lecturing on Taigong Liutao in the lecture hall. Half an hour later, he went to the training ground for training.

Liang Ci saw him, was stunned for a moment, and ran like crazy: "Dad, I want to go home! It's hard on this road. I have to get up at Mao time every day to train, and I can't sleep after Xu time. They... also beat people!"

Liang Chu sighed a few times and hesitated.

If this goes on, Wuzijian may not be able to continue. Should he be sent to a local official or continue to stay in the capital?

Wang Yue snorted coldly and advised: "Take him back. Such a waste will ruin my reputation if he stays."

"Brother Shichang! How can you belittle my son like this!"

Liang Chu was a little angry. Being an official in the court, he should pay attention to face, and His Majesty knows it all.

"Ci Fu, you heard everything."

Liang Ci Fu was dumbfounded: "Dad, I just want to eat and wait for death."

The family is rich, and you want me to do this?

"Humph!"

Liang Chu not only wanted to compete with Wang Yue, but also to prove to His Majesty that the Liang family has been loyal for generations.

He got on the sedan chair and left Wuzijian without looking back.

Wang Yue regretted it a little. Liang Chu was upright and was even more unwilling to take him away after being angered like this.

The next day, Wang Yue heard Yan Chengjin promised in the court that he could select a general for the court to guard Liaodong within three months, and he immediately felt like a mountain pressing on his head.

"My dear nephew, leading troops to fight is not something that can be taught in three months."

Wang Yue has been teaching his son the art of war since his son was young.

But these two useless things are neither good at literature nor martial arts.

In the end, they can only receive his favor and become Jinyiwei assistants, that is, civil officials in Jinyiwei.

Yan Chengjin said: "After three months, one of them needs to be sent north to guard Liaodong City."

Talking about military strategy on paper is not enough. To know the art of war, one must practice it personally. He still needs to lead the troops in person.

Liang Cifu didn't care. Anyway, he was just here to make up the numbers, so he wouldn't be sent: "Mr. Wang, I want to go to the toilet."

Wang Yue glared at him: "Hold it back, lazy donkeys have more shit and urine on the mill!"

This kid wants to go to the toilet to avoid training.

Liang Cifu had tears in his eyes and had no desire to live.

He had to recite the seven martial arts books for two hours every day, and he had to learn to observe astronomical phenomena. If he couldn't answer them, he would be beaten with a cane.

Wang Chun also secretly bullied him day and night.

He escaped twice and was caught and beaten by Wang Yue.

The most heartbreaking thing was that his father abandoned him in Wuzijian and ignored him. He could only endure the persecution of Yan Chengjin.

What's the point of living?

At night, the snoring on the side was high and low, and Han Wen and Wang Chun were sleeping soundly.

Liang Cifu took off his clothes, tied them into strips, and threw them on the beams.

He was like a cucumber hanging on a vine, hanging in the air.

With a snap! The rope broke.

Liang Cifu flew down and hit Wang Chun, scaring Wang Chun so much that he didn't know what to do.

When Wang Chun saw that it was Liang Ci'an, he pressed him on the bed and said fiercely: "I knew it long ago that you were greedy for my body!"

Liang Ci'an held his head: "Brother Wang, I just want to borrow the beams to hang myself."

In Fengtian Hall, the morning sun shines through the door.

Wang Shouren bowed slightly: "Although I have repelled the Tatars, Liaodong still needs to send generals to guard it, and the Tatars will come back again."

Thousands of Tatar war horses were poisoned to death.

Winter is coming, and the Tatars may not invade again, but they will lead their troops south in spring after March.

The officials pondered for a moment.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and said: "Wang Qing's family has made great contributions to leading the army. I will appoint you as the chief priest of Wuzijian."

Wang Shouren was surprised. It should be done by Brother Gao. Any reform is related to Brother Gao.

Then, he bowed slightly: "I thank your majesty."

Half an hour later, Wang Shouren came to Wuzijian. As soon as he stepped into the gate of the supervision, he saw a man sneaking around, who seemed to be a thief, so he followed him.

The man secretly ran to the old tree and wrapped the vines around his neck.

"Why do you want to die?"