Seeing the scene in front of him, Yu Ren's heart had already gone cold. Judging from everything he saw, he knew that the magistrate was not a rich man as he had expected. It seemed that,

There is no hope for this silver reward.

Yu Ren was thinking dejectedly when Captain Sun walked over to the middle-aged man who was looking down at the paper. "Master, I brought Mr. Yu here."

Only then did the man raise his head, and Yu Ren could see clearly that this man was Yuan Zhixian whom he had just met on the street. He was the first person to rush up to fetch him water. Although Yu Ren lacked the enthusiasm when he came, he still

Quickly clasp your fists and salute.

Master Yuan obviously didn't care much about etiquette. As soon as he saw Yu Ren, he stood up and happily asked his servants to move a stool for Yu Ren.

Yu Ren is a modern person who doesn't know ancient etiquette. He didn't understand such things at all, so he sat down unceremoniously. Mr. Yuan asked his family to move a stool for Yu Ren, then lowered his head and continued to look at his face.

The paper spread out on the table was gone. Yu Ren glanced at the table and saw that it was a map.

Sun Captou, who was standing aside, looked at Yu Ren sitting awkwardly, fearing that he would be rude and make his master unhappy. So he reminded Yu Ren in a low voice to stand up.

Yu Ren then remembered that it seemed very impolite for the ancients to sit in front of people with a much higher status than themselves. So, he could only stand up again reluctantly.

Yuan Zhixian had already lowered his head to look at the map on the table. He seemed to be very obsessed with this map. But Yu Ren stood up again at this time, and Yuan Zhixian raised his head from the map again, "What?" He said

I thought something was wrong with Yu Ren.

Of course Yu Ren couldn't tell, but it was Capt. Sun who asked him to stand up. So he glanced at the map spread out on Yuan Zhixian's table and said, "I also want to see the map of Northeast China on the table.

, I don’t know if it’s possible.”

In fact, Yu Ren didn't know much about the history of the Ming Dynasty. But he saw the words "Korea, Jurchen" on the map. So, he judged that this map should be a map of Northeast China at that time.

Sure enough, Yuan Zhixian looked a little surprised. "Are you talking about this map of Liaodong? I wonder where this young gentleman is from?" Yuan Zhixian said while looking at his subordinate Sun Baotou.

But Capt. Sun had no choice but to look at Yu Ren because he had forgotten to ask Yu Ren this question just now.

"I am Yu Ren, whose ancestral home is in Quanzhou, and now he lives in Nanjing with his father. This time I studied here while traveling." Yu Ren replied. He finally remembered his place of origin and said these few sentences clearly.

Yuan Zhixian nodded and continued to ask, "Since Mr. Yu is from Quanzhou and lives in Nanjing, why is he interested in a map of Liaodong?"

Yu Ren thought of the Cao Wenzhao family who had fled from Liaodong he met a few days ago, and roughly calculated the current year, knowing that this should be the time when Hachi was proud in Liaodong. He then said

, "Oh! I also met some people who fled from Liaodong a few days ago. I heard them talk about the Jurchens in Liaodong who captured Fushun, and said that the Jurchens were very powerful.

Some people say that they are afraid that all of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty will soon fall into the hands of the Jurchens. I am thinking, with the national power of the Ming Dynasty, how can we not be able to deal with such a small Jurchen. So I saw what you are looking at

I also want to take a look at this map to see how big the Jurchens in Liaodong are."

Yuan Zhixian obviously didn't expect that Yu Ren had such an experience, so he couldn't help but value him more. So he waved to him. "Come and see!"

Yu Ren then came forward. He was not polite and began to study the ancient Liaodong map bit by bit carefully. Although in fact he was just pretending to find a common topic with Yuan Zhixian, but he He still acted very seriously.

This map is not very detailed. It just roughly marks a few important places, such as: Shenyang, Liaoyang, Guangning, Shanhaiguan, etc. The two names Fushun and Qinghe are marked respectively. A red circle formed.

Yu Ren didn't understand what this meant, so he couldn't help pointing to the two names and asked, "This is..."

Yuan Zhixian sighed, "As you just said, these two places now belong to the Jurchens. I have also met several victims who escaped from Liaodong recently. They said that the Jurchens attacked Fushun City , which is almost a deathless battle.

So I'm worried."

"What are you worried about, sir?" Yu Ren asked.

"I'm worried that the army sent by the imperial court to suppress the Jurchens this time may not be so smooth! The Jurchens are so brave and brave, and they are definitely not comparable to those bandits in the southwest! If we want to eliminate this big problem of the Jurchens, we need to take a long-term approach. Rushing for quick success and instant gain will not work!”

Yu Ren suddenly remembered a famous battle in the history of the late Ming Dynasty: the Battle of Saarhu. He searched carefully on the map, and sure enough, between the two circled red dots, he saw the familiar The three words "Saerhu". Yu Ren suddenly understood Yuan Zhixian's worries.

"I'm afraid it's not just a simple failure! If you are unlucky, the whole army may be destroyed!"

When Yuan Zhixian heard this, he trembled slightly. He looked at Yu Ren intently for a while, and then said in a low voice, "That's the 130,000-strong army of the Ming Dynasty! You know how to do it with them?" The entire army was destroyed?"

When Yuan Zhixian asked this question, he couldn't help but shook his head, and then said to himself, "Impossible, impossible. I have asked about this matter. This time our emperor assigned Mr. Yang to the Liaodong Manager They are still four of the most famous generals in our Ming Dynasty. They are all veteran generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time. Even if the Jurchen eradication is not successful, the entire army will never be destroyed."

However, Yuan Zhixian seemed not very confident in his conclusion. Finally, he couldn't help but asked Yu Ren, "Why did you say that their entire army might be destroyed?"

Yu Ren didn't know the reason. He only knew that when he was in junior high school history class, there seemed to be a lesson about the Battle of Salhu. The teacher must have analyzed it in class at that time. The Ming army failed in the Battle of Salhu. The reason was, but he couldn't remember it now.

So, Yu Ren had no choice but to talk nonsense on his own, "Of course, this is just my own conjecture. I mainly analyzed it from three aspects: time, location, and people. Liaodong has always been dominated by Jurchens. I listen to them It is said that Fushun and the Qinghe area are the long-term residence of the Jurchens. Then, they must also know the terrain of this area very well.

In this way, they have the advantage of location and people, the two most important items on the battlefield. If our army advances blindly, it is not impossible that they will be completely wiped out."

Yuan Zhixian listened carefully to Yu Ren's analysis, but in the end he shook his head.

"Of course what you said makes sense. However, our army is well-equipped. Although we have this advantageous location and the loss of people, even if we cannot win, at least we should not have a problem with escaping unscathed!"

Yu Ren shook his head lightly, "Master Yuan, haven't you ever heard that a defeat is like a mountain? How many generals have been able to lead their troops to retreat unharmed after being defeated?"

Yuan Zhixian was unable to find a reason to refute what Yu Ren said and couldn't help but look sad.

At this time, Capt. Sun on the side saw that his boss was speechless for a moment. To avoid embarrassing him, he quickly added, "Whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter to us anyway. We are here

Fujian, even if you have an idea, it will not help. I advise you and Mr. Yu not to waste your efforts. It is better to sit down and have a good drink."

Yuan Zhixian shook his head, "What you said is wrong, Mr. Sun. Although you are only an official of a county, don't you hear that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. As scholars, we should put the world first. Wuxi's

We need to read the couplet from Donglin Academy often and reflect on ourselves!"

When Yuan Zhixian said this, Captain Sun couldn't help but blush on his face. Although he didn't agree with his boss's point of view in his heart, he didn't dare to argue with him verbally. He could only nod and accept the instruction.

But it was Yu Ren. When he heard what Yuan Zhixian suddenly mentioned, he asked casually: "What couplet?"

Yuan Zhixian looked at Yu Ren with a slightly surprised look, "As a scholar, how could Mr. Yu not even know about such a famous couplet? If Mr. Yu really hasn't heard of it, then I advise Mr. Yu to give up his study tour.

Well, first go to Wuxi Donglin Academy to take a look. Studying abroad is certainly a good thing, as it can broaden your knowledge and improve your finances. But if you don’t understand why you are studying, then no matter how good you are, it will only serve your family and your country.

Useless!"

After saying that, Yuan Zhixian began to read softly, "The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of reading; I care about everything in the family, state, and the world... I, Yuan Chonghuan, have never forgotten it for a day!"
Chapter completed!