Compared with the frozen Beiping thousands of miles away, the winter in Yingtian Prefecture in the south is very graceful and complex.

It is said to be graceful because it is cold and unhappy, like a shy woman who covers her face, which makes people feel anxious.

It is complicated because it is just cold and not cold, nor cold. But the wind that is faint is always like a shadow.

Zhu Di followed Deng Ping and walked through the strange and familiar Forbidden City. Through the Imperial Garden, he saw Zhu Yunyu meet his ministers with his government affairs.

For a moment, standing outside, Zhu Di was a little dazed.

Before he let go, everything here made him very resistant. But now, he can only be calm in the face of these.

At this moment, the foreman of the emperor, the eunuch, came out of the underworld and laughed in a low voice, "King Yan Qiansui, the emperor asked you to go in directly."

Zhu Di nodded, responded, and then took big steps into the outside.

He thought this would be a very formal question from the monarch and minister, but the scene in front of him made him feel a little speechless.

On the first floor of Lezhizhai, there is a small iron stove next to the back window. The emperor was squatting in front of the stove in a dragon robe, looking at the fire inside while filling the coals.

The chimney of the iron stove reached out of the window, and black smoke was emitting. The emperor's cheeks could not help but rub some black marks.

Zhu Di suddenly became angry and said to himself, "You are the emperor, why are you...?"

Just as he was thinking, Zhu Yunxiu stood up, put a few pieces on the iron stove and smiled, "Come on?"

The emperor's tone was very relaxed and casual, as if he was greeting a familiar person without any of the majesty of a king.

But Zhu Di immediately saluted respectfully, "My minister Zhu Di bowed to the emperor!" As he finished speaking, Zhu Di knelt on the ground, and his head without a golden crown hit the golden brick that could reflect the figure.

Zhu Yunxiu still smiled faintly until the other party's forehead touched the ground, and then said, "Get up!" As he said that, he flipped over the thing on the stove, and his mouth was still filled with cold air.

There is an attractive sweet fragrance in the air, like the smell of waiting for meals around the stove when I was a child.

Zhu Di took a few steps forward, "Your Majesty, are you?"

"I suddenly want to eat roasted Hong potatoes today!" Zhu Yunxiu picked up a scorched skin, kept blowing air conditioning on his hands, and then grinned and peeled, "Have you ever eaten roasted Hong potatoes?"

The sweetness in the air is getting stronger!

"I have eaten steamed ones." Zhu Di's nose moved. After the old man planted so many sweet potatoes, he had not only kept them as grain. With the old man's kindness of protecting his calf, he must of course leave some for his sons to taste.

The fast horse was sent to various places to try his sons, and at the same time he was also savored the blessing and joy of his father.

When Zhu Di mentioned this, he was angry. He received a reward of dozens of kilograms and only had one meal. He made all the prince Zhu Gaochi privately, and he even remembered what he smelled.

"Hiss!" Zhu Yunxiu shook his hand and suddenly broke a baked Hongshen in half and delivered half to Zhu Di.

"Hold it! It's hot, hurry!" Seeing that the other party was stunned, Zhu Yunxiu said repeatedly.

The latter reacted and quickly took it in his hands.

"Huh! It smells good!!" Zhu Yunxiu sat casually on the windowsill holding half of the sweet potato, "Eat!"

"Thank you, the emperor!" Zhu Di opened his mouth, feeling a sweet and soft fragrance that had never been before filled with his mouth.

This feeling...

This feels like it has never happened. It’s like the brothers who were squatting by the stove when they were a child, waiting to eat the taro they made by their mother.

Suddenly, Zhu Di felt a little sore in his nose.

"I have never thought about going to my mother's mausoleum for so many years."

Zhu Yunxiu still sat on the windowsill without any image of an emperor, shaking his foot, and half of the Hongshu in his hand disappeared, and he wiped his hands casually on the dragon robe.

"The King of Yan is busy with military affairs?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di knew that this was the formal beginning of the monarch and ministers' question. The emperor asked about the military affairs of King Yan, but in fact he was asking about the military affairs of Peking and Liaodong.

"For the Emperor, the Tartars dare not invade in the past two years..."

"When did the King of Yan learn this?" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "The border is stable because the generals are good at leading troops. The soldiers are brave and brave enough to fight with blood. What does it have to do with me, the emperor in the divine palace?"

As he said that, he put his hands into his sleeves without any image and said with a smile, "There has been a bad habit throughout history, that is, everything you do is the emperor's contribution, and the achievements of the whole world are the emperor's contributions. Bad things are all done by those treacherous ministers, nonsense!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Yunxiu looked at Zhu Di with a bit of solemnity, "The Ming Dynasty is my Ming, your Ming Dynasty, and your soldiers, and the Ming Dynasty that governs the people. In my heart, the King of Yan is a quick word. There is no need to say anything like this that entrusted me with blessings in the future!"

"I obey the order!" Zhu Di didn't want to reply like this, it was too damn tired.

It was the wife of the family who warned her many times that she would be more respectful and respectful now than before, and she should be like a minister.

However, the emperor said this just now, the world is also your Ming Dynasty. This is so good, and I feel so warm.

"Since the border is stable, why do I look at the two places in Beijing and Liaodong Dusi in the past two years? Oh, and the military expenditure in Daning has not only been reduced but also increased?" Zhu Yunxi continued to ask, "In autumn, I also asked the Ministry of War to allocate 300,000 pieces of cotton cloth. Where should I use it?"

"Returning to the emperor, it is the cost of building cities and storing grain and grass!" Zhu Di said in a scattered manner, "Although the Tartars are stable now, it does not mean they have been stable. We will build the city outposts and beacon towers at every step..."

As he said that, he couldn't even continue to say it. "Actually, I think this method is really useless."

This strategy of eroding step by step was decided by the old man at the beginning. He always wanted to repair the garrison deep in the border, so that he could not only warn the enemy when it came, but also when the army was in the competition, he would have a transfer station that could be used as a fortress and a material transfer station.

"Somewhat money is a waste of money, right?" Zhu Yunsheng said with a smile.

This view will coincide with their uncle and nephew.

Zhu Di smiled and said, "The Tartars are coming when they come. They either do not give the city a chance to warn them, or when our army gathers after the warning, the Tartars have already run away."

"The Taoist is one foot taller than the demon is one foot taller than the demon. Over the years, the Tartars have also figured out our routines. They are not so deadly when fighting!"

Zhu Yunxiu changed his position and leaned against the window with his arms held.

"What about your opinion?"

Zhu Di pondered for a moment, "Warning is to use one's own strengths to attack the enemy's shortcomings, and to attack him unpredictably. There are many men in the northern part of our Ming Dynasty, Yan and Zhao horses, and they are extremely brave."

"I think it is better to train elite cavalry and take turns to the blockade instead of spending a lot of money to build a city. Only by fighting out can the enemy be kept out of the country."

"And if our army goes out of the frontier, the Tartars can't figure out where we send troops. Liaodong, Daning, Shanxi and other places all cavalry arrive day and night, which is much faster and elusive than gathering infantry."

Zhu Yunxiu didn't say anything, listening to Zhu Di's conversation.

He used military expenditure as an introduction. In fact, both of their uncles and nephews knew that what Zhu Yunyu was talking about was not military expenditure at all, but the strategic oppression of the Hu people in the north.

The Ming Empire had too many soldiers on the long border in the north. After the great military front, it became increasingly bloated and delayed, and even raised too many idle people and wasted too much resources.

If this continues, it will be more difficult to manage in the future if it becomes a routine.

It’s like the nine borders of the Ming Dynasty in later generations, not many people can fight, but they need to pay more and more fiercely.

"I understand what you mean, that is, there is no need to leave so many useless soldiers in the north. The key is the essence rather than the number. The attack is the main focus and defense is the auxiliary." Zhu Yunyu concluded.

"Yes!" As he said that, Zhu Di suddenly felt something was wrong and thought to himself, "I didn't mean that I don't want so many soldiers?"

Zhu Yunxi continued, "I understand what the King of Yan means. The more soldiers are, the better. The front is the main force, and the second line in the rear should be the auxiliary army. Take your Yan Fan as an example. If the Beiping Dushi cannot stop the Tartars, the zy Dushi behind the jail infantry can't stop the infantry of the Zhou Dynasty, right?"
Chapter completed!