"Gudu" Kui gulped because the thing covered with black cloth on the tray looked too much like a human head.

I don’t know why, but Orientals seem to like to chop off people’s heads more. In Kui Yi’s hometown, people prefer to hang criminals. These days, Kui Yi has seen a lot of heads, and the grinning look will make people laugh.

People have nightmares.

The miserable faces in the nightmare seemed to come to life, it was very scary!

The black cloth was lifted, and thankfully it wasn't a human head. It was a cannonball, an unexploded cannonball.

"This is what the warriors of Zhenghuangqi found on the ice, an unexploded cannonball. I hope it will be useful for your research. I very much hope that you can also make exploding cannonballs. Just tell me if you need anything, and I will do it.

I will give you my utmost support.”

Before the translator finished speaking, Kui Yi picked up the cannonball. He turned it over and looked at it carefully.

Dorgon immediately closed his mouth and looked at Kui Yi's reaction.

"Honorable Lord Baylor, I will definitely fulfill your wish. I will lead my men to study this cannon shell. All you need to do is send someone to send enough pig iron. I think this thing is also made of cast iron."

"No problem! I will send some blacksmiths to learn from you." Houjin's smelting technology has always been very poor. When he was in Hetuala, many tribes could not even make a pot.

This situation improved a little after the occupation of Liaoyang and the capture of a large number of Han craftsmen. However, the Jurchens focused on making swords and agricultural tools. Anyway, making iron pots was not a problem now.

Lack of knowledge was the biggest problem that Houjin faced. Now he encountered red-haired people whose firearms were even more advanced than those of the Ming Dynasty. Dorgon naturally refused to give up. He decided to find the smartest guys among the Jurchens and learn from these red-haired people.

Weapons knowledge.

These red-haired people here eat from Houjin, live in Houjin, and drink from Houjin. They probably need other things from Houjin. How can they not leave anything useful?

Kui Yi also knew his situation. If he wanted to live a good life in Liaodong, he had to hug Dorgon's thick leg tightly. Otherwise, let alone a good life, even whether he could have enough to eat would be a problem.

There is no free meal in the world. Since the fate of these Houjin Jurchens is tied together, Kuiyi thinks it is better to cooperate.

Li Xiao didn't know yet that he had already met the strongest opponent. Now his headache was how to entertain Wei Liangqing's nephew.

Wei Liangqing's reaction was quite quick. As Wei Zhongxian's nephew, of course he had to have a hand in such a major military achievement. Although he relied on connections to get to the position, Wei Liangqing had a heart that actively demanded progress. The Ming Dynasty did not have the habit of naming kings with different surnames. Xu Da often encountered

Chun's achievements came to nothing in the end.

Therefore, the ultimate goal of generals is to become a marquis, and in Li Xiao's view, Wei Liangqing had this goal.

At Jie Feng's banquet, he reminded Mao Wenlong not to forget his name when expressing his merits.

This is a bit shameless. You were obviously drinking wine in the capital during the war, but you want me to say that you are fighting on the front line. This time, the Liao army suffered more than 10,000 casualties. If you do this, I am afraid that the Liao soldiers will be killed.

Mutiny.

"Don't come forward about this kind of thing. It's better for me to talk to him. Even if this Marquis is not mentioned in our battle report, he will still get a reward from the emperor. What we have to do is to strive for the maximum benefit for the soldiers, otherwise we will die.

Those who are angry will come to settle accounts with us, and don't even think about having a peaceful sleep in the future." Mao Wenlong advised Li Xiao, who wanted to beat up Wei Liangqing, not to beat others just because they are motivated.

What's more, I have a very powerful uncle.

"Fuck! This bastard took advantage of me." Li Xiao was so angry that his head was smoking. Military merit is a reward for soldiers who fight to the death. How could such a person be allowed to get away with it? What if he becomes a fool in the future?

General, I don’t know how many soldiers will be killed.

"Can't take advantage of it, can't take advantage of it! As long as I'm here, I won't let him take advantage of it." Mao Wenlong smiled like a fox that stole a fat chicken, looking quite confident.

"Just let him go. This kind of thing is not suitable for you. Old Mao will take care of it!" Sun Chengzong took a sip of tea. If he would have been furious about this in the past, but now, he can actually calm down.

Patting Li Xiao on the shoulder, Mao Wenlong went to the front hall. Wei Liangqing was waiting there. He had already made it very clear last night. Today he came to ask Mao Wenlong for a word. Wei Liangqing thought it should be fine. Mao Wenlong was stupid.

Only then would he offend his uncle who is said to be nine thousand years old.

"Haha! Mr. Wei has been waiting for a long time. I apologize!" As the governor of Jiliao and the largest official in Jizhou and Liaodong, Mao Wenlong has no official airs at all and is very approachable. Of course, this depends on who is facing him.

This Wei Liangqing, Mao Wenlong is still very enthusiastic.

"Master Superintendent, I have betrayed my subordinate. What I asked you to do last night...!" It was obvious that Wei Liangqing was very anxious to return to the capital, and he even omitted the greetings after the meeting.

"Master Wei's affairs must be dealt with if there are difficulties. If there are no difficulties, we must deal with them even if we create difficulties. There is nothing to say about this!

It's just that I had a headache last night because of some trivial matter. Today, my head is shaking and my hands are trembling and I can't write the memorial. Oops...! As this man gets older, his body and bones are useless. Ashamed! Ashamed! It makes Mr. Wei laugh." Mao Wenlong's face glowed red.

He was smiling and could not tell that he was feeling any discomfort in his body.

"Oh! I don't know why the Superintendent has a headache. Liangqing also has some friends in the capital who can help the Superintendent deal with things." If Wei Liangqing couldn't hear that Mao Wenlong wanted to negotiate terms, there would be no need for him to be in the capital.

Mixed up.

"This time the Liao army suffered heavy casualties, and the Jinzhou garrison suffered 30% casualties. According to the court regulations, they should be compensated. But you know, I, the governor of Ji Liao, don't have that much money. Cats live on the front fence, and dogs are on the back fence. Na na

It’s all money, and I feel sorry for the soldiers if I can’t pay out pensions. When I think of the soldiers crying after they bleed, I...! Hey...! I can’t sleep!"

Mao Wenlong shook his head. Logically speaking, it would be best to shed a few tears at this time. But after all, he was not an actor, and the technical task of shedding tears was too demanding, and Master Mao still couldn't do it.

"What did Mr. Mao say? How could he make the soldiers shed tears again after bleeding? Liangqing still has a few friends in the Ministry of Household Affairs. This time he will definitely ask his uncle to approve the note when he returns. The pension money for the soldiers must be paid as soon as possible.

However, the current situation is not good and the court is also very difficult. The first batch... 300,000 taels, is that enough?" Wei Liangqing rolled his eyes and calculated a more reliable number in his mind.

Anyway, it's the court's money that's being talked about, but the person who ultimately benefits is himself, so why not do this kind of thing. As long as it doesn't come out of his own pocket, Wei Liangqing will never feel bad.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Mr. Wei. Wenlong, on behalf of the fallen and disabled soldiers, would like to thank Mr. Wei. But there is one more thing...!"

"Oh! Please tell me, Lord Supervisor."

"Master Wei, the dead can be compensated. But the injured or disabled can get nothing more than pensions. As you know, the money and food agreed by the court will not be much left in their hands. That's all.

For the sake of the country and the people, I don't want them to end up.

I thought that giving them the land around Jinzhou would be another form of compensation from the imperial court. Do you think you should go back and tell the factory owner, this...! Haha!"

"It is related to the welfare of the disabled soldiers. This matter must be done and done well. Liaodong was originally snatched back from the Tatars by the warriors. It would not hurt to give them some land." Liaodong had already been taken over by the Tatars.

After occupying it, no one in Guanli who has been taken back now dares to come to the front line to cultivate the land. Rather than leaving it uncultivated, it is better to give it to these disabled people. The land does not belong to me!

"Thank you, Mr. Wei!" Mao Wenlong said, rubbing his hands constantly, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"If you have any difficulties, just ask the Governor. As long as he can be thorough, a good minister will be thorough." It can be seen that Wei Liangqing has a very strong desire to be granted the title of marquis. For things like pretending to take military merit, it is best to discuss it with the generals on the front line.

If you say hello well, you can also write something nicer in the memorial. No one wants to be stabbed in the back over a matter like knighthood.

So today, as long as Mao Wenlong's demands are not excessive, Wei Liangqing plans to agree to them all.

"This is a merciless request. The corrupt government in Liaodong has been completely destroyed. Nowadays, if we want to implement the Ming Dynasty's control in Liaodong, we still need a lot of officials. Even if I am exhausted, I can't do so many things by myself.

Officials who want to come to the capital or Hebei are probably not willing to come to Liaodong, and the same is probably true in other places. I thought it would be better to promote some people as officials in Liaodong. It is said that Liao people are in charge of Liao soil, and those who know the list will report to the Ministry of Civil Affairs

When the time comes, Mr. Wei can just help me with everything."

"What a matter! It's a trivial matter. Liaoyang Prefecture Yin is just a fifth-rank official. This kind of thing will not alarm His Majesty." Wei Liangqing accepted everything he offered.

Originally, no one in Liaodong was willing to be an official. Everyone became an official for privileges and money. Without these two things, who would be addicted to becoming an official? In a high-risk area like Liaodong, even if I resign,

Not going.

If you resign after a few years, you still have a chance to come back. If you let the Tatars kill or capture you in Liaodong, you will lose your life. At this time, it is right to say that the Liao people defend the Liao territory. This does not harm their own interests.

, conditions that can also bring benefits, Wei Liangqing feels that the more, the better.

"Master Wei is happy, and I am naturally happy too. Oh! I am in a good mood now, my waist is no longer sore, and my back is no longer painful. I wrote the entire memorial in one breath, and I am not tired at all. Look, I am now
Chapter completed!