After nightfall.
The originally extremely lively Yanshan Mountains completely returned to calm.
In a two-story wooden building in the military camp.
Yang Xian'an and Lou Daoyong sat opposite each other, with a table of not particularly rich dishes placed between them.
Lou Daoyong put down the kuaizi in his hand and looked at Yang Xianan and asked, "Do you understand now?"
On the way here, Yang Xian'an once asked why he didn't choose the simpler and more labor-saving method of making salt from seawater, but instead chose to make salt from a salt mine.
After Yang Xian'an saw the three thousand trapped in the camp, he already understood why this was the case.
Yang Xian'an put down his kuaizi and said with a correct attitude: "I understand, it's to hide and train troops."
The entire Yanshan Mountains, regardless of the size of the peaks, falls within the salt limit of the Jin Palace.
Without a nod from the Jin Palace or an order from the imperial court, it would be difficult for even a county governor to enter the Yanshan Mountains.
As for other people who entered by mistake...
The villages at the foot of the Salt Mountains are the best sentinels.
Even if someone deceives the sentry in the village, it will be difficult to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the Salt Mountain Mountains.
Nothing else.
No matter the road or road, Lou Daoyong's eyeliner is always on guard.
To break in silently is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky.
Lou Daoyong smiled when he heard this, and then said: "Tell me in detail the deployment of this place and why it is possible to hide and train troops here."
Seeing that Lou Dao had always wanted to take the exam, Yang Xianan did not panic.
After pondering for a while, he recounted his observations one by one.
After all, he was a person who had served in the border army, and everything Yang Xianan said was reasonable and well-founded.
After a while.
Lou Daoyong nodded slightly and continued to ask: "If someone discovers this place and the situation is irreversible, where should we go if we are trapped in the camp?"
After Yang Xian'an pondered for more than ten seconds, he replied: "Donglai County is near the sea. If the situation cannot be reversed, we should first capture the dock and borrow a boat to go out to sea."
"After going to sea, temporarily look for an isolated island to adjust the army."
"After that, abandon all unnecessary belongings and even weapons, break them into pieces and land on the coast of other counties."
"After landing, everyone will hide and wait for the general to summon them."
Lou Daoyong nodded slightly, and then asked questions one after another.
Generally speaking, although Yang Xian'an's answer has flaws, the general idea is still correct.
Lou Daoyong spent half the night guiding Yang Xian'an to perfect his flawed strategy step by step.
Gradually, the night became darker and darker.
Lou Daoyong stood up slowly and said, "Okay, let's get here today. It's getting late and it's time to rest."
Yang Xian'an stood up in a hurry, saluted solemnly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yong, for the tip."
Lou Daoyong walked to the window sill, opened the window and looked out at the star-studded night sky.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xianan was about to bow and leave again.
Lou Daoyong stared at the starry sky outside the window and slowly said: "I am disabled and old. I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to be by your side as often as I did when I followed the general."
"Your Highness has a child named Zhao Shou. His father is a general of the Zhao family just like me."
"I saw that child at Zongzheng Temple two years ago. He was a very exciting child."
Lou Daoyong slowly turned around, a kind smile gradually appeared on his ferocious face.
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Lou Daoyong continued: "I have read the letter that Your Highness asked you to bring."
"His Royal Highness mentioned in the letter that after he has established a firm foothold in the vassal domain, he will send Zhao Shou here and let me train him."
"I have calculated that if I completely inherit my mantle, it will take at least two years."
"This also means that for at least two years, His Highness will have no one he can truly trust to share his worries."
Lou Daoyong's voice
Fang Luo.
Yang Xian'an solemnly bowed his hands again and said, "Uncle Yong, don't worry, in these two years, Xian'an will be Liu Ye's general."
The Lao Wu family already had a relationship with Xu Yi in which they both prospered and suffered losses.
The stronger Xu Yi is, the stronger the Lao Wu family will be, and vice versa.
As for the two-year general, in Yang Xian'an's view, this is nothing less than a good thing that falls from the sky.
How could he refuse?
"Okay, okay." Lou Daoyong smiled and cheered repeatedly.
Lou Daoyong slowly walked towards Yang Xian'an, patted Yang Xian'an's shoulder and told him, "It's getting late. Get some rest early. Uncle Yong will arrange for someone to take you out of the mountain tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes." Yang Xian'an said yes without asking why it was afternoon and not early morning.
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A night of silence.
Around Mao hour the next day.
The sun has not yet emerged in the east.
The sound of war drums was already ringing in the hinterland of the mountains.
After a while, the sound of uniform marching came from the open space outside the military camp.
Yang Xian'an yawned and then quickly got up from the bed.
After a brief wash, he walked out of the barracks.
At this time, the military camp was full of smoke blowing in the breeze, bringing the aroma of food.
Outside the military camp, more than 3,000 soldiers formed small military formations one after another.
Countless small military formations were connected end to end, forming a huge one-word long snake formation.
The uniform sound of marching came from the huge one-word long snake formation.
Before Yang Xian'an could continue to observe, he was called to the two-story wooden building last night by a follower.
After arriving on the second floor, there was naturally another reminder.
An old house where a treasure.
Some things can be learned from books, and some things must be passed down by word of mouth.
Although Lou Daoyong was disabled and could no longer fight, his experience of following the general in battle for many years would never be forgotten.
Those experiences are undoubtedly extremely precious to Yang Xian'an.
Unconsciously, the sound of marching outside the small wooden building gradually stopped.
The entourage took the meal sent by Huotoujun and knocked on the door gently.
"Let's eat first." Lou Daoyong looked at the door and said softly.
"Yes." Yang Xian'an agreed, then stood up and walked towards the door.
After taking the lunch box from the entourage, he walked quickly to Lou Daoyong.
Looking at the situation, it seems that he doesn't want to waste any time.
Lou Daoyong smiled and slowly explained some experiences about the battle between the two armies while eating.
A simple meal lasted for an hour or two.
As noon approached, Lou Daoyong slowly stood up and said, "Let's just come here first. We can't bite off more than we can chew."
Yang Xian'an laughed a few times, then saluted solemnly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yong, for your guidance."
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Lou Daoyong smiled, then walked out of the room on the second floor, saying as he walked: "Let's go, I will take you to see something."
"Yes." Yang Xian'an agreed, and then followed Lou Daoyong's footsteps out of the room.
After walking out of the two-story wooden building, Lou Daoyong did not take Yang Xianan to the school ground where training was in full swing.
Instead, he walked deeper into the military camp.
half an hour later
Pools of different sizes appeared in front of Yang Xianan.
The pool was filled with tung oil, and inside the tung oil were slender strips.
Soldiers with big shoulders and round waists constantly fished out soaked slender bamboo strips from the pool.
After the slender strips were dried with tung oil, someone immediately sent them aside to dry.
Yang Xian'an couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the busy soldiers beside the pool.
Nothing else.
The scene at this time is very similar to the scene when making the pole described in ancient books.
It is said to be an ancient book, but in fact it is just a book from two or three hundred years ago.
It is said that when Emperor Taizu was fighting for the world, he had an invincible cavalry with spears under his command.
Unfortunately, as the world gradually became more stable, the cavalry gradually lost their use.
Since then, there has never been an organized cavalryman on the battlefield.
Even 槧 has gradually become a treasure secretly collected by some aristocratic families.
It's not like the emperors of later generations never thought about letting such a battlefield weapon return to the world.
But unfortunately, this idea is just a thought.
Nothing else.
First, it takes at least three years to make a stick.
Secondly, it costs too much money to make it.
Putting aside everything else, the wood required for the pole alone is an astronomical figure.
The wood used for the pole is rolled wood, which is extremely difficult to become useful due to various reasons of its own.
It is often very difficult to find one tree among hundreds that is truly successful.
Due to scarcity and other factors, most of the rubbings were collected by aristocratic families and merchants as soon as they were ready, and turned into various kinds of valuable furniture.
In terms of value, rubbing wood can be ranked as high as rosewood.
It is precisely for this reason that there has always been a saying among the people that the South Tan and the North expanded.
If that's all, that's it, but the yield rate of the rod is only 30 to 40%.
The cost is high, the process is complicated, and it takes at least three years, but the yield is only 30 to 40%.
It was inevitable that this weapon would be replaced by the later spear.
Yang Xian'an stared blankly at the pools of bamboo strips in front of him, and the shocked expression on his face solidified unknowingly.
No matter how hard he tried, he would never have thought that Xu Yi would have such courage to let the Cavalry Holder reappear in the world.
A long, long time passed.
Yang Xian'an turned around with difficulty and looked at Lou Daoyong, asking for confirmation: "Uncle Yong, are you making a pole?"
Lou Daoyong nodded slightly and said slowly: "Shortly after the winter solstice, I received a secret letter from His Highness."
"These rubbings have been collected since then."
"Your Highness' original intention is to build thousands of horses at all costs."
As he spoke, Lou Daoyong sighed helplessly.
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Then he pointed to a large pit not far away.
In that big pit, there were countless cracked and incomplete pieces of wooden bamboo strips.
Lou Daoyong sighed again: "Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult to make this stem. Now, just four months have passed, and nearly half of it has been broken, and this was only broken during the soaking process."
Lou Daoyong stopped talking and sighed heavily several times, as if he wanted to spit out all the troubles in his heart.
Yang Xian'an looked at the pool filled with tung oil and bamboo strips, and then looked at the large pit filled with broken strips.
For a while, I gradually understood why Lou Daoyong sighed one after another.
It makes me understand better why there have been few large-scale organized cavalrymen in all dynasties.
Nothing else.
So it's not the wooden strips that are breaking, it's clearly the money bag that's breaking.
Without an extremely strong heart and countless financial resources, who would dare to make large-scale poles?
Lou Daoyong sighed several times and finally adjusted.
Lou Daoyong said with a slightly hoarse voice: "Now, even if the wooden strips in the pond are not damaged in the future, they can only produce seven or eight hundred poles."
"If we remove the unqualified stems, it would be God's blessing if only four hundred of them are actually formed."
But in the remaining six months, none of the wooden bamboo strips broke.
is it possible?
In the end, Xu Yi most likely invested all his income from snowflake salt in the past two years, but ended up with more than a hundred tree poles.
Even less than a hundred!
Lou Daoyong paused for a long time, and then slowly said: "I brought you here mainly for two things."
"First of all, all the mature woodworking materials from Donglai County and several surrounding counties are already here."
"On your way back, or when you are doing business in your own company, pay more attention to the news about the woodworking."
"Secondly, after I go back and see His Highness, I will tell him everything about what happened here."
"If Your Highness insists on continuing to build the pole, then send me the information on the mature wood that you have collected."
"If His Highness gives up on continuing to build on a large scale, there is no need to reply."
After finishing speaking, Lou Daoyong sighed heavily again.
Without him, it would just be really distressing. God knows how much effort and financial resources he invested in these poles.
Although the financial resources belong to Xu Yi, they eventually flowed out of his hands.
It would be fine if the harvest was good, but...
Yang Xian'an's face straightened when he heard this, he bowed deeply and said, "Uncle Yong, don't worry, I will tell Mr. Six the true situation of this place as soon as possible after I return."
Lou Daoyong nodded in disbelief, then waved his hand slightly and said, "Let's go, it's getting late, I'll send someone to take you out of the mountain."
"Yes." Yang Xian'an bowed again and agreed.
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I don’t know how much time there is in the mountains.
Yang Xian'an and others fought through obstacles all the way, and finally arrived at a village on the outermost edge of the Yanshan Mountains before the sky became completely dark.
Under the leadership of Lou Daoyong, Yang Xianan found the residence of Jiang Ping and others without any hindrance.
"Mr. Yang, this is the residence of your entourage. I won't disturb your rest. You can return on your own early tomorrow morning." Lou Daoyong's entourage said with fists in his hands.
Yang Xianan clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Sun."
After the two briefly exchanged greetings, Yang Xian'an opened the courtyard door and walked in.
As soon as Fang entered the courtyard, Jiang Ping and others surrounded him.
"Let's talk in the room." Yang Xian'an waved his hand slightly, then stepped into a private house.
Inside the house.
The five members of the Lao Wu family gathered together and talked about many things that had happened in the past two days.
The children who had traveled thousands of miles to Donglai County with Yang Xian'an and others had all been scattered and settled in various villages around the Yanshan Mountains.
In just two days, more than 5,000 children were properly placed.
This undoubtedly once again refreshed everyone's understanding of Lou Daoyong.
Yang Xianan did not mention the situation in the hinterland of the mountain range to everyone.
Instead, he focused on what Lou Daoyong had mentioned to him.
And shared all those extremely precious tips with the other four companies without reservation.
As for the matter of being trapped in the camp and Ma Shu, for some reason, Yang Xian'an never mentioned a word from the beginning to the end.
The emperor who came out of Zongzheng Temple through the ages.
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