Mao Wenlong may not have any intention of enjoying a happy life, but he will no longer have to personally participate in future battles.
As long as he was stationed in Jinzhou, all military operations were handed over to Guo Dajing. As long as he reviewed the battle plan and gave reminders, he had fulfilled his responsibility as a commander.
On the one hand, he is old and lacks energy. His success and fame will not allow the court to reward him without reward; coupled with his absolute trust in Guo Dajing, Marshal Mao can relax and relax.
If he thinks further, Mao Wenlong also has to leave a way out for himself.
After becoming a marquis, it was only a matter of time before the military power was lifted. Whether to comply with the imperial edict was a very troublesome matter.
If he had to go to the Ministry of War or serve in the Governor's Mansion, he would rely on Guo Dajing, who was leading the troops, and the Dongjiang generals.
From the current point of view, Guo Dajing is the most capable successor. As long as Dongjiang Town is still strong, he will be his backing and guarantee, whether he is in a remote place overseas or an official in the court.
And besides Guo Dajing, who else can maintain the development and growth of Dongjiang Town? Even Mao Wenlong is ashamed of himself, let alone others.
Especially after such a long period of observation, Guo Dajing's disdain for imperial power and dissatisfaction with the emperor made Mao Wenlong even more relieved.
If Guo Dajing was the kind of person who only obeyed the emperor's orders and followed the emperor's orders in the traditional sense, Mao Wenlong would not be able to rest assured.
Just imagine, if an imperial edict is issued to deal with him, Guo Dajing can take him down. How can such a subordinate dare to delegate power?
Guo Dajing drank a round of wine and felt a little dizzy. When he saw Mao Wenlong extending his hand to greet him, he wandered over and saluted with his hand, smiling stupidly.
Mao Wenlong stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit down, and said with a smile: "I just chatted with Deputy Commander Chen for a while. Now Dongjiang Town's finances are relatively comfortable. If I buy weapons and supplies in the future, I won't need you to take the money."
Guo Dajing chuckled and said: "Although I don't care much about money in the end, Dongjiang Town is financially wealthy and can be self-sufficient, which is a great thing."
Mao Wenlong nodded and said: "In this way, even without the support of the imperial court, Dongjiang Town can compete with Jianlu and gain the upper hand."
"The imperial court's support is definitely there." Guo Dajing picked up the tea cup, drank the tea, and said: "The general thought that he could probably get more than one million from Guan Ning's army."
Mao Wenlong nodded and said: "More than one million is enough. Even if you don't give me any money, you can use war horses, livestock or other materials to offset it."
The issuance and recycling of military tickets are planned, and coupled with the value created by people's farming and production, the value of military tickets is relatively stable and accepted by the military and civilians.
The internal circulation of Dongjiang Town is fully formed and functioning well, allowing gold and silver to be concentrated on external purchases. The military pay issued by the imperial court is not much, but can be hundreds of thousands a year, and it is basically at the disposal of the government.
After the army expands this year, it will be reported to the court. Even if the court only admits that there are 40,000 to 50,000 troops in Dongjiang Town, if the military salary is the same as that of Guan Ning's army, it will still get over one million a year.
This is Guo Dajing's estimate, and it is relatively reliable. It is not false, and the stinginess of the imperial court has been taken into account.
Moreover, he smuggled silk and silk to Jianlu in exchange for ginseng and sable, and earned nearly one million back and forth; the reward for his merits was six to seven million; Guo Dajing hid and transported back nearly one million.
Calculating it this way, even if the court doesn't give any money, Dongjiang Town can support itself for three to five years, which won't be a problem.
"Land is wealth, and population can create wealth." Guo Dajing said with a smile: "The land is recovered by the Dongjiang Army. As for the population, victims are everywhere. The court regards it as a burden, but Dongjiang Town welcomes them."
The mechanism and environment of a virtuous cycle will make Dongjiang Town stronger and stronger. Although Mao Wenlong does not understand the new terms, the development in the past few years has given him a deep understanding.
"After the rise of the army, no less than a million Liao people fled Liaodong one after another." Mao Wenlong said with great regret and emotion: "Dongjiang Town should have had Guo Dajing a long time ago, why would we be in the predicament we were in a few years ago."
Guo Dajing scratched his head and said: "If there was no handsome Mao, how could Dongjiang Town come from scratch?"
Mao Wenlong laughed loudly, stroking his beard and said: "In the past two days, I still need you to be in Lushun to deploy and settle the troops. In terms of supplies, you know best how to distribute them and help Deputy Marshal Chen."
"It should be." Guo Dajing nodded happily and said, "There is no need to delay the expansion of the army. The general still needs to ask Commander Mao for more instructions. Please give Commander Mao more advice."
"Send someone to deliver a message home, so I'll be back two or three days late." Mao Wenlong said with a smile: "You go and have a drink with the generals. I'm a little drunk, so I'm going to rest first."
Shaking his head, Mao Wenlong sighed: "It's because I'm older and I can't compare to you young people."
"Mao Shuai is getting stronger with age. We are young, we are all eating and drinking." Guo Dajing stood up and smiled and cupped his hands, "I will go and drink them all under the table."
"Go, go!" Mao Wenlong seemed impatient, but waved his hands with a smile on his face.
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The hot dumplings, dipped in chili and garlic, are extremely delicious when eaten in your mouth.
"Mutton stuffed with radish." Xiaoqin ate it with big mouthfuls, nodded repeatedly, and praised: "It's delicious, so fragrant."
Sister Wu nodded with a smile and said, "I have been busy for more than an hour before eating this dumpling meal. The seasonings are all included, and they are much better than those in Qinhuangdao."
Qiaoying also had a smile on her face. When she came to the territory of Dongjiang Town, she didn't expect that people would care so much and arrange things so carefully and thoughtfully.
There is a room for family members. The rooms can be large or small, and can accommodate three to five people, or seven or eight people. For those who are alone, four people share a room, and men and women live separately.
People from the Liao Dynasty were constantly admitted, the facilities were constantly added and improved, and the government staff became more and more skilled in handling them.
The government has increasingly recognized the importance of population and has taken practical actions to provide immigrants with the greatest possible care.
The other woman's surname was Zhao. Although she was not familiar with her, she came on the same boat and both came to Liaodong alone. The feeling of sympathy for each other made them quickly become close to each other.
"I didn't expect that the conditions in Dongjiang Town are much better than I imagined." Mrs. Zhao ate dumplings and said thoughtfully: "And the conditions for getting married, they sound good too."
Sister Wu glanced at Xiaoqin and joked: "If we talk about this, Xiaoqin should have a lot of good suggestions."
Xiaoqin was stunned for a moment, then understood, blushed a little, and said angrily: "I can't read or write, but Sister Wu understands it best. If you don't understand, just ask her. Guan Feng is right."
Sister Wu chuckled twice, no longer teasing Xiaoqin, and said seriously: "How can a woman establish a family? You can imagine how difficult it is. If you marry a soldier, the food and salary he earns will be enough to support the family.
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After a pause, she added: "Of course, you don't have to get married. There are a lot of jobs in Dongjiang Town. You won't be hungry if you work hard."
"It's very dangerous for soldiers to fight." Zhao said hesitantly: "Besides, not knowing the root cause always makes people uneasy."
Xiaoqin blinked her eyes and said: "Of course soldiers have to fight, and it is indeed dangerous, so the treatment is high. Farming in Kujin Bali is also to support the family. Besides, luck also depends on the battlefield. The common people are honest and honest, isn't that right?
Don’t be afraid of something bad happening!”
Qiaoying agreed: "It makes sense, but it depends on what you think. Anyway, I think the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army are very good, they fight well, and they are kind to the common people. After retirement, they still have 180 acres of farmland.
It can be passed down from generation to generation, and the little rich family will not run away."
Sister Wu said with a smile: "Let's not say we are grateful, but the Dongjiang Army is indeed our savior. If you don't feel confident, just take a closer look and think more about it. No one will force you to do otherwise."
Compared with these single women, there are indeed many concerns about marrying a soldier. But in that era, if there were parents around, it was not the woman's turn to make the decision.
Therefore, after knowing the generous treatment of soldiers, both the original people of Dongjiang Town and the new immigrants will consider marrying their daughters to soldiers if possible.
War is very dangerous, but the pension in Dongjiang Town is generous. Just one hundred and eighty acres of land is enough for relatives to support their families.
Moreover, there was no free love in that era, and there were many couples who had never met before getting married. Dongjiang Town recruited brides for soldiers, and they had to meet at least once, and it was only confirmed when both parties were satisfied.
In fact, this is just a measure to care for military personnel. To completely solve the problem, a large number of immigrants are still needed to harmonize the male-female ratio.
Xiaoqin was a little dissatisfied with Zhao's hesitation, and she naturally had her own thoughts. Sister Wu could see this clearly.
Maybe it was to repay a favor, or maybe she wanted to have someone to rely on in Liaodong. Sister Wu didn't care much about this, and she wasn't in a hurry to get married.
Being literate and literate is her advantage. In Dongjiang Town, such talents are currently in short supply, especially women.
Since she can support herself without having to work too hard, Sister Wu is naturally not in a hurry and even looks forward to making a name for herself.
The days in the mansion were depressing, boring, and inhumane. Sister Wu has realized that in the territory of Dongjiang Town, she has greater freedom, which she once dreamed of but could not get.
Tonight, the generals of the Dongjiang Army were drinking and celebrating, and the newly arrived immigrants also felt the warmth and had more vision and hope for the future.
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Shenyang.
At this time, the capital city of Hou Jin Dynasty was shrouded in gloom and mist, and was filled with tense tensions.
Within a few days, bad news came one after another, which dealt a heavy blow to the psychology of Jianlu soldiers and civilians.
First, the Dorgon brothers led their remnant troops back to Shenyang and brought back news of the tragic defeat. They immediately summoned all the troops from the two white flags and had a secret negotiation with Amin.
Subsequently, Amin also mobilized Xianglan Banner troops, and for this purpose he did not hesitate to greatly reduce the garrison in Liaoyang.
Hauge, who was left behind, realized the seriousness of the situation and mobilized the remaining troops of the two yellow flags. They left Shenyang and rushed to Du'erbi, hoping to meet his father Khan.
At that time, the acting flag lord of Zhenglan Banner was Mang Gurtai's eldest son Maidali. He had not seen his father return and was persuaded by Dorgon to hate Huang Taiji deeply. He also mobilized troops to side with Dorgon and Ah.
Min here.
The two red flags are now led by the disabled Wakda and Daishan's fifth son Balama. Not only are their strength not as good as before, but their leaders are also the weakest.
Although worried about the safety of their father Daishan, Wakda and Barama were very dissatisfied with the arbitrary Huang Taiji, but they did not act rashly. After taking a defensive stance, they waited for their father to come back before making a decision.
When the situation is unclear, the Eight Banners have fallen apart and each has its own camp, showing the prelude to a storm.
Within a few days, bad news came one after another. Huang Taiji was captured alive, Daishan, Manggurtai, Sahalian, and Abatai were killed in battle. The troops dispatched were almost the remnants of the troops led by the Dorgon brothers, and they were spared.
When the dust settled and the situation became clear, the Dorgon brothers no longer worried about Huang Taiji's return, and immediately became strong and joined forces with Amin to summon Hauge and other acting flag owners to Shenyang to discuss important matters.
Wakda, Barama and Medali, who were resentful of Huang Taiji because of the loss of their father, also stood on the opposite side of Hauge, causing the two yellow flags to be completely isolated.
In Dorgon's mansion, the three brothers gathered together and were planning big things.
"Along the way, almost every family mourned and cried constantly." Azig frowned and said, "This tragic defeat has resulted in the loss of too many men and horses, which has made people feel depressed."
"This is inevitable." Dorgon was a little helpless, but he didn't care much. He said: "The top priority is to resolve the ownership of the new Khan, reunite the Eight Banners, and continue to compete with the Ming Dynasty."
Duduo sneered and said: "Only one of the original four Baylors is left. Amin feels that he is the oldest and he is determined to win the position of King Khan!"
Dorgon smiled disdainfully and said, "He is just a reckless man, but he is not a descendant of his father, Khan. How can he dare to covet the throne of King Khan?"
"When my father Khan passed away, Amin had this extravagant hope. Now, he can be said to be evil-minded." Azig snorted coldly: "With just the few troops in Xianglan Banner, he doesn't even think about it, he will get the position of King Khan. Can you sit still?"
Dorgon said in a deep voice: "Maidali and Wakda have already stated that they will stand by our side. Amin has few people, so there is no need to worry. Even Hauge is not easy to deal with."
"If there's a fight, the two yellow flags are definitely no match." Duduo looked at Dorgon and said, "I think it's simplest and most straightforward to decide the Khan King based on his strength, so why bother?"
Dorgon smiled bitterly and said: "Today is no better than in the past. We have just suffered a disastrous defeat, and the losses are the elites of Dajin. If we use weapons internally again, wouldn't it make the Ming court proud and Dongjiang Town benefit?"
"That's not easy to do." Azig said: "Hauge is Huang Taiji's son, so it still makes some sense to inherit the throne."
"The Khan was elected, so when will there be a succession?" Duduo scoffed, not agreeing at all.
Dorgon pondered and said: "Since it is an election, it is necessary to decide who is qualified to participate. You and I, the three brothers, plus Madali and Wakda, have an absolute advantage."
After a pause, Dorgon added: "But we can't take it lightly. We don't have the strength, but we can't overwhelm Amin and Hauge."