Chapter 383 The normalization process of the Dongjiang Army
Dongjiang Town originally had a garrison system, and the soldiers and civilians were all military households in a strict sense. And carelessness in management was inevitable.
Government officials can only hold military positions in the garrison and be paid according to this standard.
You must know that institutions and officials such as county magistrates, county magistrates, and chief registrars can only be appointed by the imperial court. If Dongjiang Town dares to appoint without authorization, it will be tantamount to separatism or even rebellion.
Now the territory is still small, and the relatively rough model can still cope with it. When the territory becomes large, or after the Liao and Liao dynasties are defeated, it will definitely not work if formal management is not adopted.
Mao Wenlong, Guo Dajing, Chen Jisheng and others are also exploring and researching, and are constantly trying to see whether they can manage the military and civilians well without the intervention of the imperial court.
The person who disliked the imperial court and the emperor the most and wanted to be independent the most was Guo Dajing.
The lost land that countless people have regained with their blood and lives, and the countless soldiers and civilians who have dedicated their lives to this end, must not be harmed by those sanctimonious bastards.
Guo Dajing, an official, thought of the changes in the court again, and said to Mao Wenlong with a smile: "Wen Tiren has been jumping around very much recently, as if he wants to take advantage of Yuan Chonghuan's case to rise to power."
Mao Wenlong was not sure and said: "If he takes the position, it might be beneficial to Dongjiang Town. I heard that he and I should be half the same hometown."
After a pause, Mao Wenlong shook his head again and said: "Although I'm not very familiar with him, I heard that Wen Tiren doesn't care about fame and wealth, he never goes out to manage the camp, and he doesn't often move around to make friends with the ministers."
Guo Dajing curled his lips slightly. Although he was disdainful, he also expressed his admiration for Wen Tiren's "actor" level performance. With such a lonely minister, it is no wonder that he became the longest-serving chief minister in the Chongzhen period, as long as eight years.
But since Mao Wenlong had this judgment, Guo Dajing did not go into details.
Having a spokesperson in the court is naturally beneficial to Dongjiang Town. If not, it will not have much impact. Dongjiang Town has always been like this.
As for expecting Wen Tiren to speak and do things for Dongjiang Town, Guo Dajing felt that it was not very reliable, so he was not so eager.
You must know that Wen Tiren was able to stay in the position of chief assistant for eight years because he was firstly catering to his superiors, secondly he was honest and self-disciplined, and thirdly he was a solitary minister who admired himself.
More importantly, Wen Tiren served as the first assistant for eight years and basically did nothing practical. Whether it was reforming military affairs or finance, he shied away from it on the grounds that it was not his specialty.
Regardless of whether it was a good policy or a bad strategy, Wen Tiren remained silent, neither supporting nor opposing.
In front of the jealous and suspicious Chongzhen, the more you do, the greater your responsibility. If you make a slight mistake, you will be doomed. Therefore, Wen Tiren, who has not done anything serious in the past eight years, cannot find fault, which is really strange.
"Why, looking at you like that, do you think what I said is wrong?" Mao Wenlong saw Guo Dajing curling his lips, but he didn't care much and asked with a smile: "Then tell me, what kind of person is this Wen Tiren?"
Guo Dajing chuckled and said: "On the surface, it seems that he is indifferent to fame and fortune, but I don't think there is such a person. It's just that the time has not come yet, so he chooses to be low-key and patient. Besides, being passionate about fame and fortune is not a bad thing. If you can really do practical things by doing
Come and get it, wouldn’t it be a great achievement?”
Mao Wenlong nodded slightly and said: "If you want to make progress, you must have a goal. Whether it is fame or profit, you must always have the same goal. You see clearly, but it may not be true."
Guo Dajing smiled and scratched his head, and said: "Commander, why don't you make a bet with the general? Time will tell people's hearts. Let's see who can see Wen Tiren more accurately within three years."
Mao Wenlong became interested and asked: "Whatever you want to bet on, I can give you whatever I have."
Where is Shang Fang’s sword?!
Guo Dajing said with a smile: "With the words of the commander-in-chief, the general will not be in a hurry to designate anything. When the results come out, it will not be too late to want anything."
Mao Wenlong smiled and raised his head and said: "That handsome man is very stable. You can't run away anyway."
Neither of them took it seriously, it was just a casual joke. From now on, it won't matter who is right or wrong.
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The yard was cleaned cleanly, and the snowdrift in the corner was shaped like a fat white pig.
Axiu walked out of the room and looked around again, fearing that there was something wrong and her husband's return would affect her mood.
Sister-in-law Sun came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron, and said with a smile: "Madam, you don't have to worry this time. Mr. Guo has arrived safely in Lushun and will be home in a few days."
Although I haven't reached home yet, I can feel relieved after walking a long sea journey and landing safely.
Axiu smiled and nodded, and said, "Sister-in-law Sun, why have you changed your title again? You changed it very well before!"
Sister-in-law Sun laughed twice and said: "Now that my wife is a royal decree of the imperial court, Master Guo has also been promoted to the rank of commander-in-chief, how can we still be so ignorant of the importance and call us random names?"
To the common people, Mrs. Gaoming had only heard of her in dramas, and her status was very noble. Although the relationship was not weak, the gap between statuses still affected our daily interactions.
Axiu was also helpless, so she changed the subject and asked: "I heard that Brother Sun wants to buy a big animal. Can you help me with the money? If you are short of money, you don't need to get a loan. You can just get it from me."
Sister-in-law Sun nodded repeatedly and said: "He would like to buy a cow so that he can cultivate dozens of acres more land this year. He is now inquiring about the price. There is not much difference in terms of money."
Although Sun Liuyan and Wang Gui were servants of the Guo family, they also had independent families and their own fields. The two families took turns doing the work in the family.
Guo Dajing told Axiu that he would also give these two families some money every month, which would be regarded as employment.
These two families also benefited from Guo Dajing, and a portion of the cultivated land was allocated to Guo Dajing. The harvest was basically divided equally, which was enough to feed the Guo family.
Sun Liuyan and Wang Gui also went to Dalian Port to transport goods during their free time, using Guo Mansion's carriages, and they could also make some money.
In more than two years, the Sun and Wang families have accumulated some wealth, not to mention wealth. Being able to buy big animals is proof that life is getting better and better, and it is also a sign of increasing confidence.
"Does Mrs. Wang's family have any plans?" Axiu said with some distress: "I didn't hide it before, but now it's all out."
Sister-in-law Sun hurriedly said: "It's not because of outsiders, but because I think I can do it, so don't bother Madam."
After a pause, she added: "Brother Wang is skilled. There are only so many fields to plant. He has to go to the workshop to work. He can make a lot of money and save worry."
Axiu said: "Dajing is very familiar with the workshop. If I want to go to work, it would be great if Dajing says hello."
"They are also afraid of trouble Mr. Guo." Sister-in-law Sun explained with a smile: "Shuai Mao is the eldest, Mr. Guo is the second now. There are so many official affairs to deal with and directing the war, how can we disturb him?"
Axiu sighed secretly, feeling that there seemed to be an invisible barrier with the fellow villagers. Although they also cared about their identity in the past, it was not as strong as now.
Sister-in-law Sun saw that Axiu was in a bad mood, so she changed the subject and said, "Master Guo has only returned home in the past few days. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be tidied up and things that need to be prepared?
It’s too late.”
Axiu couldn't help but pursed her lips slightly and said, "It looks good now. If I see the corners, I will straighten them out."
"Besides, Dajing is not a picky person, and rarely finds fault." Axiu added: "Okay, Sister-in-law Sun, you can go about your business!"
Sister-in-law Sun nodded quickly and said, "If there is any work, please give me your orders. Don't do it yourself. You are the wife of Emperor Gaoming."
Axiu waved her hand gently and watched Sister-in-law Sun leave before sighing. Although it was a pity, she also knew that with her rising status, she would never be able to go back to the past.
Rong'er jumped into the yard and said with a smile: "Sister Xiu, Uncle Sun and I swept away the snow inside and outside the gate, and also built a snowman. There are carrots in the kitchen, I will put one for it
nose."
Axiu reached out and touched Ronger's face, which was red from the cold, and said with a smile: "Go inside to warm yourself up, don't worry about your nose."
Rong'er took Axiu's arm and walked into the house, saying as she walked: "When brother Jing comes back, our family will be able to eat meat every day and cook vegetables every day."
"You haven't eaten less during the Chinese New Year!" Axiu said dotingly: "Are you still hungry? Can I cook you a piece tonight?"
Ronger shook her head and said, "No, it will be delicious to eat together when brother Jing comes back!"
After entering the house, Rong'er took off her shoes and got on the kang, and skillfully took the peanuts and melon seeds from the small basket and ate them.
Axiu poured hot water for Ronger, handed it over with a smile, and said, "Drink some hot water to warm yourself up."
Ronger nodded, took two sips, and said with a smile: "When brother Jing comes back, you must put on your royal clothes to greet him. It looks great!"
Axiu thought for a while and said, "It's better not to let people talk nonsense and show off."
"Show off, show off, who allowed us to have it!" Ronger didn't take it seriously and curled her lips and said, "Brother Jing has also been promoted to the rank of commander-in-chief. In Dongjiang Town, he is a high-ranking official below one person and above ten thousand people."
Axiu smiled and touched Rong'er's head. She had already decided not to show up in official clothes. She didn't even have Mao Shen. In addition, she had to take care of Fujino Ying, so she was not a high-profile person.
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Beijing.
The subjects were still immersed in the joy of the festival and the excitement of killing prisoners alive.
They don't understand what it means to be low-key, but they don't forget to talk in plain English after dinner, lest others don't know that he is a witness to the bloody scene.
Various wine shops and teahouses also made high-profile appearances, offering free tea and wine, or offering half-price promotions. With people's high interest, business was really booming.
The Dong Laishun Tavern opened by He Guizhong was also overcrowded, with a cartload of wine jars being pulled in and out every day.
The people's excitement has not yet cooled down. As the eunuch who announced the decree returned to the capital, there was another good news about the Dongjiang Army regaining Fuzhou and Gaizhou.
However, the number of beheadings this time was only over 2,000, which was much inferior to that of the Zunhua victory.
Although people are also happy and joyful, they already have higher requirements in their hearts, and some of them don't take such good news seriously.
"If infantry fights cavalry, more than 2,000 heads can be harvested. The battle must be very fierce." He Guizhong had to go out in person to explain to these laymen.
"Besides, this is an offensive operation, which is very different from Zunhua waiting for work and fighting the Jianlu. First of all, there are no fortifications to rely on, which is very critical."
Obviously, Boss He's explanation did not achieve the expected effect. The victory of Zunhua was really astonishing. The chiefs included Huang Taiji, Daishan, Mang Gurtai, Abatai, Sahalian...
The drinkers only echoed a few words, and then the topic turned elsewhere. A drinker was eating Huang Taiji's meat raw at the entrance of the vegetable market in Baihua, which attracted a lot of people's attention.
"Our boss, He, drank soju and even devoured the slave chief's meat!" Xiao Cui, who was carrying the plate, felt dissatisfied and promoted on behalf of his boss.
The drinkers looked at Xiao Cui and then turned to Boss He. Many of them showed disbelief.
The drinker who was already drunk shook his head repeatedly, squinted his eyes and said: "It's nothing to swallow it raw, but also drink it with soju. I chewed it hard and didn't even drink a sip of water."
He Guizhong rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, you are so awesome, I am ashamed of myself."
Although he hoped that every victory of the Dongjiang Army would cause a sensation, He Guizhong also knew that this was basically impossible.
He Guizhong, who was unaware of Guo Dajing's operations, really believed that the Dongjiang Army had to go through a bloody battle in southern Liaoning to capture the two states.
Of course, taking the initiative to attack and relying on strong defense are completely different combat modes. If more than two thousand people can be killed, the attacker is likely to pay several times more casualties.
Xiaocui saw that Boss He's words were insincere, so she came over with a few empty plates and comforted her in a low voice: "That guy is drunk and must be talking nonsense. You are much better than him. In addition to swallowing slave meat raw, you also use
Porcelain has beaten a traitor!"
I also beat Jianlu and went through life and death several times. How could I argue with a drunkard?
He Guizhong smiled, waved his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter who is better, but have you thought about it?"
Xiaocui still hesitates. Returning to Liaodong to live is indeed a very tangled matter for her who can no longer remember what her hometown is like and has no concept of it in her heart.
"Don't worry, we still have to wait for a while!" He Guizhong said warmly: "Go and get busy!"
Xiaocui responded and took the plate to the backyard to clean it.
He Guizhong lowered his head and took out the abacus beads casually. His thoughts had traveled thousands of miles and returned to Liaodong, which he was familiar with.
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Royal Palace.
Chongzhen flipped through the victory document and said to the eunuch kneeling below: "This mission was well done. How did you observe the detailed situation of the soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang Town that I gave you?"
The eunuch who announced the decree raised his head slightly and said: "Long live Qi Zou, my servant saw Mao Wenlong. He was very respectful and loyal to the court. Later he went to Guo Dajing's house. Judging from the size of the house, it was only the size of a small house.
A rich family is very humble."
Chongzhen nodded and said: "Dongjiang Town is difficult, and the living conditions of the generals are naturally no better than those in the mainland. But in terms of their courage and ability to fight, they are better than others."
The eunuch who proclaimed the decree kowtowed and said: "Your Majesty is wise. From my observation, the generals of the Dongjiang Army do not pay much attention to luxury enjoyment. Perhaps they have no money, so they do not build large mansions."