Yilan was not a simple-minded warrior. He was very smart and immediately grasped the key points from Jia Cong's words.
"You mean, let me, Wala, raise sheep exclusively and then exchange for food from the Celestial Empire?"
Jia Cong nodded: "Yeah, aren't you good at this? You give me wool, and I give you food, how nice."
"not good at all!"
Yi Lan became angry and grabbed Jia Cong's shirt: "Didn't you promise me that as long as I facilitate the return of Oara to Daxia, you will let the people of Oara grow potatoes?"
This is no longer a question of whether to grow potatoes or not. According to what Jia Cong said, after the people of Wala became accustomed to exchanging wool for food, they would slowly be choked by the Han people.
If one day the Han people cut off the wool business, Yilan couldn't imagine how many people would starve to death on the grassland.
Jia Cong unhurriedly opened Yi Lan's hand and said matter-of-factly: "There is only a small area suitable for growing crops in Oala. Even if we cultivate intensively, how much can we harvest? Besides, do the people in Oala know how to farm? Anyway, At that time, we will all be Daxia people. Raising sheep can feed a family. What will the impact be on whether we farm or not? Or do you have other ideas?"
what idea? Taking potato seedlings to break the contract and rebel?
Yilan choked up and blushed at Jia Cong's rhetorical question, because Jia Cong was right. There were not many people on the grassland who knew how to farm. The only cultivated land was cultivated by farmers who were kidnapped from Daxia.
And as Jia Cong said, they are all people of Daxia, whether they are raising sheep or farming, as long as they can feed their families, there is no difference.
but……
Yilan's expression became more and more complicated, ranging from unwillingness, anger, and depression to relief.
"Yi Lan, you haven't corrected your position yet..."
Jia Cong's eyes turned cold and he sneered: "You have to remember one thing, you are no longer the Khan of Oara, you are the king of Shunyi County in Daxia. Han people and Oara people are all His Majesty's subjects. . How to feed and clothe all the people in the world? Your Majesty will consider it properly. Your Majesty will not let his people starve or freeze!"
This is true. Jia Cong received the support of the entire center after presenting the wool plan to the emperor.
The Wool Project is not only to allow Daxia to completely control Oara, but also to launch a poverty alleviation strategy for Oara to solve the food and clothing problem of Oara people.
In order to resolve Yilan's concerns, Jia Cong took him directly to the Ministry of Industry. After visiting the Manufacturing Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, more than a dozen kinds of textile equipment showed Yilan the sincerity of Daxia. At the same time, there were also the latest artillery and flintlock guns, which dispelled the last trace of unwillingness in Yilan's heart. .
Even if he didn't take the initiative to ask for help, at most three or two years, Daxia would be able to annex Oara by force. Moreover, it will be a one-sided war, and Wala will not even have the confidence to resist.
After returning to the Sifang Pavilion, Yilan summoned the Wala nobles who had come to Beijing with him and firmly told him: "Send a letter to your family and don't follow the Grand Master to fight against the Celestial Empire. This is our last chance..."
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Clang, Clang, Clang~
Woohoo~
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, unless there are special circumstances, the annual Tienwang Mountain hunt will be held in September or October.
This year's autumn hunting was even larger than before. In addition to the three assistant ministers of the cabinet who stayed in the capital, each of the six ministries was accompanied by a minister.
The Ministry of Rites, even Shangshu He Yaomin, personally led a large team of people to follow, preparing to preside over the surrender and conferment ceremony of Wala.
They were accompanied by royal family members, military nobles, and civil and military family members of the third rank and above. The escort alone brought 30,000 forbidden troops. After several days of marching, they arrived at the foot of Yanshan Mountain and stationed at the Royal Hunting Ground of Tiewan Mountain.
It was Xue Baochai's first time to participate in the Tienwang Mountain hunting. She took a rest in the tent, changed into an orange round-neck short-sleeved jacket, put on her curtain hat and left the tent.
It happened that Daiyu, Sanchun, and Xiangyun came to find her. They laughed and joked until they came to the place where they were riding horses.
This is a place specially opened for ladies to ride horses and relax. There is also a polo field inside. When Daiyu and others arrived, there were already bursts of cheers inside.
Following the emperor out of the capital this time were the virtuous concubine Jia and the good concubine Mo. Both of them, being warriors, loved this kind of occasion the most.
As soon as he arrived at the hunting ground, he abandoned the emperor and happily ran to the polo field to play golf, attracting a large group of noble ladies to watch and cheer.
"Second sister, look, it's Chun'er...and Da Maomao!"
Xichun broke free from Yingchun's hand, exclaimed, picked up the hem of her skirt and ran forward. She tripped over the grass on the ground and rolled around without even thinking about crying. She muttered that it was embarrassing, got up and continued rushing.
Chun'er, who was clapping her hands on the high platform, also saw Miss Xichun. She exclaimed and stepped towards Xichun.
With a splash, Xiao Chun'er also rolled around, puckered her mouth and wanted to cry. However, when he saw Xichun running over, his sweet dimples appeared again, and he stretched out his hands towards Xichun.
The two little girls finally overcame "numerous obstacles" and hugged each other. The maid wiped the dirt on their faces and hands with a handkerchief.
duang~
Another gong sounded, and the Empress team scored another point. The Princess team was obviously no match for the two Empress teams.
The good concubine, Mo, has a cheerful temperament, is upright, and has always been carefree and informal. She has a good relationship with Yuanchun, who also comes from a martial arts family.
The two cooperated tacitly and soon defeated the eldest princess Liu Shule of Deqing and the eldest princess Liu Shuyi of Anyang.
When Daiyu and others came to the high platform, Tu Siqi, the daughter of Deqing, was waving her hands vigorously to cheer and cheer for the Niangniang team.
"Sister Siqi, why don't you cheer for Aunt Deqing?"
Tu Siqi replied matter-of-factly: "My mother's skills are too poor, how can she be as good as Concubine Xian and Concubine Liang? Of course I support a team that plays well!"
That makes sense~
Daiyu and others looked at the two princesses losing ground on the polo field and couldn't help but nod like chickens pecking at rice...
The game ended quickly, and the Empress team won a big victory without any surprise.
Yuan Chun and Liang Fei Mo cleaned up a little, and as soon as they returned to the high platform, they were surrounded by a group of little girls.
"Your Majesty, you are so powerful, can you teach me?"
As soon as Liu Shule came back, she saw her daughter running to seek advice from the good concubine and the good concubine, and she was so angry that her teeth itched.
Yuan Chun saw Liu Shule and Liu Shuyi who had just returned, and asked with a smile: "Why doesn't Siqi learn from your mother-in-law and aunt?"
Tu Siqi replied bluntly: "I don't want to learn from someone who is not good enough..."
"Third sister, this girl Siqi deserves a beating!"
"Bamei is right, I think so too!"
Pfft~
Yuan Chun raised his hand and pressed Tu Siqi's forehead gently: "Did you hear that, your mother-in-law and your aunt are going to beat you up."
Tu Siqi also saw her mother and aunt glaring at her, and shrank her neck: "Huh? But my mother and the others are so poor, but my mother is still better."
…
Two teams changed on the polo field. Tu Siqi, who was worried about being beaten, pulled Xiangyun to mount his horse and swing. Yingchun and Tanchun took Xichun and Chun'er to cheer, while Daiyu and Baochai stayed on the high platform with Yuanchun and others. say.
Yuanchun looked at his two cousins and felt incomprehensible.
Compared with last year's wedding ceremony, the identities of the two little cousins have changed dramatically.
Daiyu was granted the title of princess, and Baochai also became a noble daughter of a rich family. On the contrary, the Wang and Shi families, both of the four major families, fell into silence and were completely defeated.
"Sister Xian Fei, is this your cousin too? Why are all the handsome ones from your family?"
I have met Daiyu and Mo Shi many times, but this is the first time for Baochai. I can't get enough of it. Why are the Jia family members and people related to the Jia family so handsome?
She brought Baochai closer, held hands and looked up and down, and suddenly complained to Yuan Chun: "No, how about you give me your cousin? I'll trade Xin'er for you!"
Liu Xin is Mo's daughter. Contrary to her mother's temperament, she likes to be quiet and does not like to be active.
He has no interest in hunting at all. At this time, he is probably staying in the palace library with Concubine Shu Feng, swimming in the sea of books.
Yuan Chun, who was equally knowledgeable, was one of Liu Xin's teachers and often went to Fengzao Palace for advice.
This was also one of the reasons why Mrs. Mo complained. The daughter she gave birth to was not like her own, but looked like the biological daughter of Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu. Who could she ask to reason with?
Yuan Chun saw that Mrs. Mo was very curious about Baochai, and smiled: "If my sister is a rare girl, you might as well give her a good look. I heard that my sister has a nephew who is good at literature and martial arts, and he is preparing to participate in the competition next year. I will try..."
"Oh, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me!"
Mo's eyes lit up and he looked at Baochai even more intensely.
She came from a military family in Lanzhou, her father and brother were both warriors, and most of her nephews were rough guys who danced with guns and clubs.
Only the second brother's posthumous son, Mo Shizhi, followed his mother. He has been fond of reading since he was a child. This year, he participated in the Shuntian Prefecture's provincial examination as a student of the Imperial College and won the second place in the provincial examination.
Mo Shizhi and Jia Cong were regarded as two outstanding figures in the capital by the officials. The emperor once told Yuan Chun that Mo Shizhi and Jia Cong were able to fight for the military. At least from now on, whoever says that military generals are vulgar must first Let his nephew win against these two people.
Baochai was caught off guard by the sudden kiss and blushed.
Mr. Mo, however, had a fierce temper. He held Baochai's hand tightly and smiled brightly: "Miss Xue, my nephew is seventeen years old, which is exactly the same age as you. He looks like Pan An, but he is also gentle and elegant. , a first-class handsome young man..."
…
This time around, Mrs. Xing and several girls from the Ning and Rong mansions were escorted by Jia Cong and Baoyu.
Jia Cong went to the imperial court to wait for the order. He learned that the Second Saint had nothing to do for the time being and was planning to go back for a rest. He didn't want to be pulled by Baoyu to the small river on the west side of the camp as soon as he arrived at the camp.
Feng Ziying went to Shanxi with her father, and Liu Xianglian was in front of the emperor to listen. Only Wei Ruolan was familiar with him here. As for the other people by the river, Jia Cong didn't know them.
But in the past few days, everyone has known Jia Cong, hereditary uncle Yongfeng, Yumao, Jinke Shuntianfu Xiangxian Jieyuan, and who doesn't know the third master Cong of Rongguo Mansion?
"Students Mu Congying (Zhao Delin, Mo Shizhi, Gao Jian) pay homage to Uncle Yongfeng!"
"You don't have to be polite..."
Wei Ruolan introduced to Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, these four are all my classmates in the Imperial College. Brother Mu and Brother Mo are the same year as you."
Um? same year? That means passing the exam in this subject.
Jia Cong looked at the most muscular man among them, eight feet tall and covered in sinews, and was speechless.
Is this a scholar? The kind that uses fists to speak "whispering" to people?
"Brother Wei, is this also your classmate? I thought he was some fierce general brother..."
I saw the big man bowing to Jia Cong and introducing himself in a loud voice: "The student is indeed a classmate of Brother Wei, and he knows some fists and kicks, but he can't be called a strong general."
Wei Ruolan explained at the side: "Brother Mu was born in Prince Mu's Mansion in Yunnan, and his grandfather is Mr. Mu."
Got it, this tendon meat must be a family heirloom!
At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Mu Ying, the first generation of King Mu, was adopted as the adopted son by the Grand Ancestor. One of the reasons was that he was nine feet tall, danced with a long halberd, and ran through enemy camps without any enemy.
The family legacy of Mu Congying and Mu Ying has not disappeared. It is estimated that the Mu family also wants this son to inherit the power of their ancestors.
But how did he get in among the scholars and win the prize?
Jia Cong stood on tiptoe and tried to pat his shoulder, but couldn't.
Finally, he beat his chest and said in an old-fashioned way: "Not bad, not bad, study the Analects of Confucius carefully, and let's go and reason with the Tatars together when we have the opportunity in the future."
Mu Congying didn't understand Jia Cong's pun, scratched the back of her head and looked at Baoyu in confusion.
Baoyu spread his hands and shook his head. Brother Cong often said things he didn't understand and he was used to it.
Wei Ruolan introduced the other three people to Jia Cong. Among them, Mo Shizhi was Yayuan in this provincial examination and was also the grandson of Mo Tingwei, the commander of the Shaanxi capital.
His father Mo Zhiyao died in the Jiubian War in his early years. Mo Shizhi came to the Imperial College from his hometown in Lanzhou to study because of his father's kindness.
Zhao Delin was also a military officer, and his father was Zhao Shiyong, the commander-in-chief of the Dengzhou Navy. The eldest brother studied martial arts and the other studied literature. Passing the exam this year as a scholar can be regarded as a change of family for the Zhao family.
Only Gao Jian's family background is relatively ordinary. His grandfather opened a restaurant, and his father failed to study but passed the military examination and now holds the post of Qianhu in the Military and Horse Department.
Being able to play with Wei Ruolan and others is mainly because Gao Jian is good at cooking. This group of gluttons often secretly cook food in the dormitory...
The identities of these people are very different, but in the final analysis they have one thing in common: they are all military commanders, so they are naturally close to each other.
The factions in the Imperial College are not as simple as those in the imperial court. The civil servants and the military generals are not necessarily the same, but they are also distinct.
In addition, those fusheng who bought their quota with money and the dandies whose relatives went to gild their families, it can be said that they will fight at every turn, and a dozen of them will turn into a pot of porridge.
Wei Ruolan and other warriors were already ostracized by the group of civil servants who considered themselves orthodox disciples of the saints, so they naturally formed a group to fight, but they lost more than they won.
Until now, he unexpectedly won the sub-award in the provincial examination, and coupled with Jia Cong, the monster, Jieyuan, it was a slap in the face for those people who thought they were noble.
Do you think we warriors are vulgar?
Come on, come on, read with me:
The first place is Jia Cong, a student from Daxing County, "Spring and Autumn".
The second place was Mo Shizhi, a student of the Imperial Academy, "Yi".
After the provincial examination, the warriors in the Imperial College finally felt proud.
They copied many lists from the Shuntian Prefecture Provincial Examination and posted them everywhere in the Imperial College, which made the civil servants hide their faces and leave in shame.
He wanted to refute but couldn't find an excuse, and finally turned against Jia Cong's teacher Xu Jin. Jia Cong was able to pass the Jieyuan exam not because he was born in Rongguofu, but because his teacher was Mr. Qingteng, our official, Lin Wenkui...
Wei Ruolan and others told Jia Cong these strange things that happened in the Imperial College, which made Jia Cong stunned.
Posting big-character posters to slap you in the face? Good guy, can you still play like this?
Baoyu dragged him here from the camp, of course, not only to talk about these gossips, but also because after the provincial examination, there were descendants of civil servants in the Imperial Academy who were not convinced and agreed to compete again during the hunt.
He also said that He Yaomin, the Minister of Etiquette, was invited to be the referee, and it was agreed that there would be two competitions, one for poetry and articles, and one for riding and shooting.
Wei Ruolan and others in the examination room were naturally not afraid of Mo Shizhi, the provincial examination sub-prime, but when it came to poetry, they were really no match for them.
After thinking about it, Wei Ruolan thought of Jia Cong and Baoyu. Anyway, this time the other party didn't say that they had to be supervisors from the Imperial College, so it wouldn't be a violation to invite two people.
Compare it to poetry? I'm afraid that as soon as Jia Cong comes out, the other party will have to surrender.
Better than riding and shooting? No need for Jia Cong to take action, we, Mu Congying, request to fight!
Wei Ruolan wanted to look up to the sky and scream: Who else is there?
Although this competition seemed quite childish to Jia Cong, he remembered what the sage had said to him some time ago.
It is also time for him to expand his influence in the Shilin circle. This is an opportunity. The factions in the Imperial Academy are actually the epitome of the Shilin faction, so let’s test the waters with this competition first.
The hunt has not officially started yet, and there are still two days left for this competition.
Wei Ruolan and others relaxed a lot when they saw Jia Cong agreed to the matter.
It was still early, and several of them were good at riding and shooting. They hunted a lot of game in a short time, and with Gao Jian as the chef, they started barbecue directly by the river.
Both Jia Cong and Bao Yu were still thinking about their sisters. After roasting some venison, pheasants, and rabbits, they were sent to the polo field for Yingchun and others.
Mo Shizhi thought that his aunt was playing ball at the polo ground, so he went to the polo ground with the roasted game.
…
Jia Cong and others were chatting happily around the barbecue. On the high platform of the polo field, Mr. Mo was pulling Baochai to promote his nephew.
At this moment, the female official next to Mo came over holding a plate.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Shizhi has sent you some roasted meat. He said that he hunted it with his friends just now. It has just been grilled. Please give it a try."
There are sliced roast meats on the plate, which are full of color and flavor.
Mrs. Mo immediately showed off her nephew: "Hey, this guy really can't bear to be talked about. Look, as soon as I mentioned him, he told me about roasted meat. Miss Xue, look, I She said that my nephew is a filial son... Sister Xianfei, do you think I am right... Third Princess..."
Yuan Chun and Liu Shule had similar expressions: It’s starting again, it’s starting again!
Ever since she was in a state of discomfiture and took the provincial examination of Shuntian Prefecture, Liang Fei kept talking about how my nephew was doing...
No one in the palace could feel their ears ringing from hearing this, otherwise Yuan Chun would not have thought that Mr. Mo had a nephew who was both civil and military.
"Sister Xian Fei, do you want to try it? My nephew's filial piety to me means he is filial to you. Third princess and eighth princess, do you want to try it too?"
At this time, Baoqin came over with a group of palace maids. Each of the palace maids held a plate with grilled meat on it.
"Madam, my uncle and Mr. Bao have sent freshly roasted game. They said they hunted it with their friends. Please give me and the girls a try."
Yuan Chun raised his brows and raised the corners of his mouth: "Oh, I appreciate my sister's kindness. My brother Cong and Baoyu also brought roasted game. Why don't you try my side..."
Monthly ticket recommendation ticket
I’ll stop here today and continue tomorrow.
Good night!
(End of chapter)
